<?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-29509683</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:43:37.708+05:30</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='aaina..aks'/><category term='to be or not to be'/><category term='poem'/><category term='memories..'/><category term='B.B movies'/><category term='exploring'/><category term='death'/><category term='bcl'/><category term='nitb'/><category term='change'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='new'/><category term='fb/tweet/et al'/><category term='frnds'/><category term='help'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='unknown'/><category term='end'/><category term='`authentic'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='khokho'/><category term='intelligence'/><category term='sports'/><category term='new year'/><category term='living'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='mourn'/><category term='abstract'/><category term='me'/><category term='interns'/><category term='relations'/><category term='college'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='music'/><category term='happy'/><category term='right or wrong'/><category term='bday'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='reborn'/><category term='frust'/><category term='pysci'/><category term='LW'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='call'/><category term='festival'/><category term='inventing'/><category term='history'/><category term='dy'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='career'/><category term='allhd'/><category term='fun'/><category term='genie'/><category term='love'/><category term='happybday'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='nostagia'/><title type='text'>Best of Both Worlds !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1242776925761498542</id><published>2011-10-23T22:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:20:36.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right or wrong'/><title type='text'>Desire to re-live..</title><content type='html'>2011 my first blog post in the year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing seems to be a healing therapy for me.Every time I write something it spells out my grief and I feel relaxed.I have just come back from  the roller-coaster ride of 'True Love' yes the 2009 'Serendepity' continued till now and each day I went in deep waters to know the beauty of it but the ending is still not perfect and the reciprocation is still awaited with the hand of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts in my mind now...just too many clashing with each other to fight and win over one another.No calmness . Some hope.And blink in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some thoughts provoke to get rid from the passion of love but then the mind-setter announces again 'Love is once' and I re-think of going back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness has a two-way supply just like love...if one stop other dies.Wishing for miracles as I am penning down my thoughts a strong thought is coming out which screams in my head 'Get back your hope' but mind says 'Cry like a river then build a bridge to get over it' .Now stuck between the heart and mind both are mine still so different..they fight with each other but then they complete me of who I am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1242776925761498542?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1242776925761498542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1242776925761498542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1242776925761498542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1242776925761498542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2011/10/desire-to-re-live.html' title='Desire to re-live..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5436012160846071958</id><published>2010-07-25T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:37:51.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><title type='text'>The Feeling Factory !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;I look outside the window and see lush green grove of tall mango trees.Its&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like a musical orchestra&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;where sound made by &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birds,squirrels,cats and rats give a start to&lt;/span&gt; a rainy day. As we wait for the sun to come it reminds me of the cursings &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my friends and I use to give in summer for scotchy &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heat and making difficult for us to survive .But, as said ‘absence make you grow fonder’.It really makes me miss the sun !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Coming out in the balcony gives me cold breeze&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on my face, and make moment light.Green is hence the colour of peace. Green Peace \m/. As I stand and enjoy in my balcony I get all the green sustainable ideas and then I realize how lucky I am to live in a green and clean environment.This gives me a ticker to work with a organization that take care of the environment externally and internally. When on job search most of your thoughts are job-driven!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Watery blue sky up above me which gradually looks like bright white.Gives a perfect rainbow of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Green and White colour.Playing with colours I think is the best things after photography to express your emotions. I feel like clicking now and capturing all the thoughts but I am in short of a good digi cam.Plan to buy a Nikon D 90 once my job is there.Wish I had one now , coz now I have ample to time to experiment and learn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;The rain starts and with a wish to a cup of Capachhino and a novel to read I move into the room and proceed to my main door.I take my rolling chair that dad got me last month and pull it outside to sit and enjoy the rain with the novel only.Reading is the best therapy to happiness or to extend happiness. As I read, I hear voice of a flute like voice from the plants by the rolling chair. I struggle to find out what it is.It shows me a baby bird ..which looks incredibly cute and thrilled or shocked to see me. Fascinated with the view I realize she needs help.As I try and get the things to help the baby bird my mom inquires and share a fact ,if a human touches a bird then the mother of that bird kill the child herself.This is not what I want !! So, I look for a way out and finally get papers, a piece of bread for her to eat and a box where she can live comfortably.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;The baby bird struggles to walk and I see she has a hurt feet and its making very difficult for her.My excitement rises what the next move would be? Then I remember a Khushwant Singh story where Grandma use to sit in the balcony and wait for the birds to come&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and feed them. After a time, grandma dies and bird keep coming. The story was something like this. Literature is actually the best thing that gives voices to human feelings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;My view got interrupted as I had to take my sis and drop her and some house chores my mom assingned.When I came back home, the baby bird was missing and it troubled me but it did taught me a lesson or I should say I got a very short slide show of a human struggle in &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;life. Sometimes in life &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;realization of feelings make u realize what u should do next in life! This is feeling factory ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5436012160846071958?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5436012160846071958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5436012160846071958' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5436012160846071958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5436012160846071958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-factory.html' title='The Feeling Factory !'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6725950076386002354</id><published>2010-07-18T11:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:08:30.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>Girl Power Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love quotes and follow them very generously ! I like them a lot and they make me feel great when I am low and I think I should  be sharing this with all my readers and at least for girls! Girls get emotionally too struck..this is what I think but you know what a simple thought can help you come out of any problem! So, here's all for u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#To make your attitude grow stronger girls !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. 'I don't have attitude problem ,you have perception problem.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. 'Don't regret doing things, regret being caught.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. 'Sugar and Spice and Everything nice but if you mess with me better think twice.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. 'The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. 'When  someone steels your man,there is no better revenge than letting her keep him.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#To give you the motivation to move on !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. 'If you don't pull yourself out of the slump,no-one will.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. 'All that matters in life is Love and Work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First step to getting over someone is not to think of that person at all. If you can't, don't bother trying.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Never regret something that made you smile!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ladies.. always remember: "You should have a guy that makes you feel happier, not upset!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m sincere to you, doesn’t mean I must sacrifice every single thing in my life for you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything we think, everything we're feeling, is creating our future. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Moving on might hurts. But.. "Being stuck is even worse!" Let's go! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10.  '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes crying is the only thing that helps, all you have to do is let go'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Don't keep running back to the one person that you need to walk away from. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some ppl make ur life better just by walking into it. Others make ur life better by walking out of it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Never let your tears and sensitivity blind you. If someone hurt you, they showed you who they are. Move on, stay strong!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;# To make you learn about what men are!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only guy you need in your life is the one that proves that he needs you in his.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.'Men are cruel but man is kind.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. 'Men are honest liars.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(53, 56, 61); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Men play the game; women know the score.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(53, 56, 61); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(53, 56, 61); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Signs u're falling in love: You'll read his texts over and over again.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are 2 words guys hate: Don't and Stop. Unless, those words are spelled together'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok more to come !!! Till then keep it up n have fun !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&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/29509683-6725950076386002354?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6725950076386002354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6725950076386002354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6725950076386002354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6725950076386002354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-power-quotes.html' title='Girl Power Quotes'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5092943773567274275</id><published>2010-06-14T21:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:17:46.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fb/tweet/et al'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Online Attendance!</title><content type='html'>Gtalk Present!,FB Present! ,Twitter Present!,Linked In Present! ,Orkut Present ,ALWAYS!! Isn't this same in your case as well ? Social Networking is such a buzz word that gmail got inspired and launched a twitter like but beyond 140 char limit 'BUZZ' where u can buzzzZZZzzz! Phew, I used it but it didn't impress me much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day we wake up ,log in to internet -Check our mailbox.Find 4 useful mail , 8 FB messages ,5 Linked In Invitation,6 twitter follow ups et al! And, then the day begins.The G colors begin to hypnotize you -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Blue T&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Red A&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Yellow L&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Green K&lt;/span&gt; ! The vibrant colors tempt you to colour online existence with Busy Red,Available Green and Idle Orange which is like a circuit of anytime bomb! &lt;b&gt;Bhudaaaam!  &lt;/b&gt;And,phata poster nikla status message! [Excuse me for bad pj :P ] With type of Zodiac signs and stars planetary arrangements change the status message.In a day you at least find one suitable msg to think you apart from the world. I support my above description with an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example: A cancerian .The 4th zodiac sign of all.Its characteristics are ,they are moody,caring,impulsive. Now a cancerian will log in gtalk color bandwidth. And starts processing what all happening around them . Now, observe the status messages of a cancerian in a day how it changes and shows u its true traits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 11 am : 'Headache :( got up late !'   [Cancerians accept as things are]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 11:25 am : 'ye ye going for a shopping! expect to get bottle green kurta'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3:45 pm : 'woooow got my bottle green kurta +earrings+an amaaazzziiing shoppping!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3:59 pm : ' is getting bored :('&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:20 pm : 'wants to go outside n have fun! ' [I sometimes find cancerians annoying !]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:23 - 5:45 pm : Gtalk Idle Orange ! [too many hits come but no response]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5:45 pm : ' feeling sleepy ZZzzzzZZ'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 7:pm : [gtalk frustrates the cancerian,finally!] so no status!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 8:30 pm : a social cause message pops up in the mind of the Cancerians ! [the care part!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Example over ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha* 10 times you understand how Gtalk colors help and exhibit characteristics of a person and moods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, story takes a turn when exams really urgent work comes up and online presence is made invisible :) but Online existence is what you see everywhere,anywhere.Its well equipped world of BlackBerry Aka BB , E 72 ,I phone ,Google Phone or even a cell phone ranging from Rs5000 has it all!! Even if u r tuck in mountain n want help u can go to internet browser in your cellphone n yell out for help ! The only drawback is , till ppl rush in to u by commenting on your status and asking details then and there , u will have high chances of updating your status message to &lt;i&gt;' I am dying ,bbye folks its my last status update!' &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , online presence has become more of an indulgence than anything in this world ! Not better to name it for any human 'Rab ne bana di jori'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this internet live forever n ever :) A boost for u all to comment in here! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5092943773567274275?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5092943773567274275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5092943773567274275' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5092943773567274275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5092943773567274275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2010/06/online-attendance.html' title='Online Attendance!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6044548376033054681</id><published>2010-06-13T12:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:56:17.173+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><title type='text'>Look Sharp, Live Smart</title><content type='html'>Hi folks, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away from blogging for a few months now. And,to do a confession I always thought how bore and pseudo my post are, I mean they are just negative.Nobody told me this, its my analysis.After analysis, I thought lets adopt change and post something that makes more sense to others and is useful and is more fun !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing is circumstances supported me for the change I wanna bring ! I logged in to blogger.com this morning ,coz I was getting bored and wanted to try n do something new basically do something expressive.I logged in and got this new template designer.I wanted to change the template as well -that rusty brown which was very personalized and shadowy template and it was all about mourn.So , I picked two template to choose from -One was Rain Droplets from Awesome.Inc and other was from Picture section -this Art based template .Which I picked and applied because now I want to talk about my hobbies ,interests, traveling,cities,books, philosophy and on some real good experiences of life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy about it ! And, the tag words are 'Look Sharp,Live Smart! LoL some fundas to start with :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6044548376033054681?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6044548376033054681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6044548376033054681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6044548376033054681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6044548376033054681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-sharp-live-smart.html' title='Look Sharp, Live Smart'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-759651263774260290</id><published>2010-03-26T22:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:38:47.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Adieu from ME to U</title><content type='html'>I really don't feel emotional right now ..I am hurt but I am happy to be free and live for myself entirely once again. Its not at all my cup of tea.I give up with all my will. I can't carry on with something that dosent give me my basic respect n some care . I believe there are lot  more people around me  , who know me from years or just met 2 months back ,they love me for what I am. And, I love the way they love me !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have no views to share , I am happy to end it. Life has more to give me in coming days in terms of career,family,friends. I am waiting to live it up all ! Hardwork in the process,will bring results for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can be one situation that I might miss but u have left with enough memories to dislike u and I will use them to delete u ,rather than restoring u! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-759651263774260290?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/759651263774260290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=759651263774260290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/759651263774260290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/759651263774260290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2010/03/adieu-from-me-to-u.html' title='Adieu from ME to U'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5161241944687751424</id><published>2009-12-15T22:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:40:33.738+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Rings after Rings , giggles after giggles ,and endless soothing chats with no specific motive is one of the most fantastic ride , a person can get with a person u want to be. We all go through this. I've left my footprints and I don't want to leave any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn ! I get the same thing as I got couple of years back , this time it seems more ugly but comfortable coz probably I m use to this type of situation .But, how long will I be vulnerable to this kind of situation? I mean c'mon I need to make my life stable n beautiful I can't be  a shit pot for anybody , thinking they are good to me and live life for me!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent experience has left me numb but mood swings , and ego are popping out every second. I can't understand this and I don't want to discuss this entire thing either because it makes me feel ugly and I look down upon myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blve I live a great life, with my wonderful parents n extended family and who can forget the amazing friends I've got ..they make my life live better. Do I really need a special someone to react ,second time? Probably, when everybody is busy with their significant I would want to. But, I am probably not the right person to get along normally with anyone.Quiet a demanding and execptional case I am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m a perfect crab. Hard outer shell and soft inner side.The one who understands my best ingredients will get my love.Or else I will go to the one , my parents ask me to.I am certainly not a metrosexual female .I am a feminist  and am happy being by what I am supposed to be.I would be India's exeptional businesswoman who can't be tied with strings with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, u know somewhere its bad to feel if the past comes back , and this time it has been a photocopy in phokat .Right now, I feel like doing some magic to my cell phone , that it starts buzzing again and things get normal.But, will that make me happy in future. I can't bully  anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying move on, is the coolest statement but doing that is the next tufff thing after topping maths paper for a commerce grad! Let me say last words...I will move on !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5161241944687751424?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5161241944687751424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5161241944687751424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5161241944687751424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5161241944687751424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/12/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3831898841326852150</id><published>2009-10-21T20:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:30:51.698+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Want to break free...</title><content type='html'>I am really pissed off with my reality , my behavior and with my stupid carefree ways that I use for most important things in life. I feel like a jackass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself a question, Why am I living this plastic life? Why I am not sure of what I am?! Why I am not working towards a common goal ,like all? Do I even aspire to do anything in life? Or I just want to act a thing for a few days , live it , enjoy it and move on !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free.. I want to have my aim \aspiration\goal\mission so that I work towards it and later enjoy the sense of achievement !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be so many things, as per the situations and the situations only made me change my mind and do what I was shown way for ..and I shamefully called it Destiny ! As far as I remember, the thing that became my turning point was NLIU Law entrance. It made me realise many things in life. But, am totally unsatisfied with my carerr graph the next year. I should have tried in law and not in MBA. The bottom line is , I want to pursue MY GOAL. I want to live the feeling of achivement ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my final year of MBA only 6 months to wind up the course..and if you ask me what big thing I did in this course? Then , I have a shameful bow head in front of you.I don't want to be called useless,stupid,average female ! I want to break free my image...I want to achieve something for myself..I want to cry for my happiness...I want a day ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for last 6 months of my academic life..I am going to give up everything that is important to me..to get THE MOST IMPORTANT in life.. I want to break free the average image..God help me fight this war for myself ,many of my debts will be paid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3831898841326852150?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3831898841326852150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3831898841326852150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3831898841326852150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3831898841326852150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/10/want-to-break-free.html' title='Want to break free...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1935530012331365261</id><published>2009-10-16T22:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:49:49.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><title type='text'>Burn the crackers...</title><content type='html'>Happy Diwali to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been couple of months, that I didn't blog about anything. The reason is, I was busy exploring my girl side ! Don't get starstruck! I actually had great time these 2 months.. I enjoyed the beauty of laughter , beauty of sleepless nights, beauty of being a female,beauty of exploring myself...it was a blessing. The  spark was good , we connected , we liked to know each other , we were at our best..or may be not..may there was lot to be explored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..my liabilities really made me think of and pinch myself asking, 'what am I doing now?' Its not that will take me to my dreams , it will not let me be what I hv been waiting to be for last 23 years of my life..I have to be on my own, I have to pay debts of my parents ,I have to make them proud n happy and I have to live too many dreams..I can't stop by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing..to stop by though each day it was my wanderlust but I just could'nt give up the best thing I got in a draw!  My each blink makes me think today..why am I not moving forward, when things have moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'priceless' thing is no more with me...I sob , I think, I sob, I pretend, I get hyper moody,I get frust ,I sob this is what's happening to me after that. Btw..I nvr gave up that thing , it was taken away from me and given to somebody else..who actually dosen't deserve MY THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometime..am I that bad or too good? I forgive and I am trying to forget but I can't put a mask for a long time..I can't pretend things are ok, when they are not..it frustrates me, suffocates me , make me feel like a begger ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope..this diwali turns out good for everyone...n I'd always miss my thing...which is no more mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all my frnds esp. anu,nisha,randip,swats,mik, for helping me ..being with me..but I still wrapped in it guys ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1935530012331365261?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1935530012331365261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1935530012331365261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1935530012331365261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1935530012331365261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/10/burn-crackers.html' title='Burn the crackers...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5399997611151079617</id><published>2009-08-27T08:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:47:43.146+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Life has been cruel to me time n again but it has never been so beautiful and yet distressing at the same time. At the same time ,I m screwed badly in life. Things came to me in a flash and took away things from my hand..I don't regret for what is gone because I've got the best thing ever , in return of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a month, I lived amazingly , enjoyed best moments of my life , explored a lil more about myself and what my closed ones think about me as an individual and how my past episodes can come in question , which were never ever complicated , but now they seem a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wonderful gift in this past 1 month, it was a destiny gift to me or may be you can term it as a compensation to what Tsunami caused me 3-4 years back. I was happy , excited and feared. I couldn't understand why these things happening with me and they seem so destiny prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took baby steps and then completely tried to blend my self into the enigma that came to me as my life compensation , with so many beauties wrapped with it.Yes, I lived it, the best part. But, somehow figured out later it isn't not for me may be, coz things started getting unrest as happiness got expanded the supply of troubles got increases day  by day , it didn't quiet seem like destiny thing for a while but it was a DESTINY decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when human mind fails , the suffering increases and you still want that thing in your life..u need to believe on something called 'SERENDIPITY' and I can do nothing but do the gambling again...that if its meant to be for me , destiny will make its way in my life again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised within this one month , who are my real friends , how my life is programmed and how a small trojan can ruin me in a second , if I've no good advisory board :) Thankfully, I'd greta set of people with me who made me understand 'What are my needs'..thanks guys.. n bhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my reciever, I'd just say...it was amazing with u , I'd the best time with you, I am heartly sorry for my misdeed but from teh bottom of my heart say I would wanna be with when destiny wants us to be together..that's why its Serendipity......Thanks again... Cheers to life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5399997611151079617?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5399997611151079617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5399997611151079617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5399997611151079617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5399997611151079617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/08/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3023547349016682356</id><published>2009-08-18T17:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:46:50.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>The first time....</title><content type='html'>You may assume that I am sad with the fact, that first time in life I've been detained [D] . Now let me define wha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t Detain&lt;/span&gt; is ,in my college. A student gets a D , when he\she has less than 75%  attendance in a particular subject. Before, you take your thinking pas further, let me tell you the explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my whole student life , I was never detained or was never out of class due to my short attendance.But, in my last academic course at P.G level I got a D! I am quiet shameful about it, and I've been detained in my specialization subject Advertising! That's even worse to realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most striking reactions that I got on this D was from my professors ,they were quiet taken back , that I could be so not-a-good-student! I mean common there were so many students he dint turn up to the class, but only I was detained with 2 other guys!! Its GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as my fav Proff. said that time , while she was inquiring in surprise , did I bunked classes for movies or what! While I replied her , stating I was never detained ever in my entire life, she inspires me a lot everytime and this time she again had something new to make me learn , she just quoted , " Experiences  are important in life , they make you live it better". I truly admire her and now even more...I respect every bit of advice she gives me and wants me to be like...I secretly wish to give her a huge surprise that makes her realise that she inspired a right student...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;experience in life, I think will definatly make me do something biig...I get a strong feeling about it...lets see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3023547349016682356?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3023547349016682356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3023547349016682356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3023547349016682356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3023547349016682356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time.html' title='The first time....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3972478682940046165</id><published>2009-07-21T07:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:35:37.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><title type='text'>Its my 23rd B'day!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey..I've grown much older now...23 ! Phew..I can't blve but that's the fact :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know when year go by..u dont feel ur b'day is ne more special...once a frnd told me this, who completed his 30 years a year back! And, I laughed on his face...but today i realise his agitation n pain n watsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, no even my best frnd like brother dint even wish me neither did my dad... and as I dont posses a bf so that corner is also not there...frnds are there but due to some friction last week everything depends on instincts..no probable plans for the days..also also some Grahan is there so after 5 Pm I can't party...and frankly speaking m not happy on my bday...I feel bored and neglected..and certainly I don't wish to party like daily I feel...this is how a person probably reacts when he's 23...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wishes of frnds n loved ones...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3972478682940046165?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3972478682940046165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3972478682940046165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3972478682940046165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3972478682940046165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-my-23rd-bday.html' title='Its my 23rd B&apos;day!!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5381473029363478850</id><published>2009-06-18T11:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:48:51.690+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>khokho ki Achay-E-yaaN!</title><content type='html'>I am very much emotional right now and I thank GoD for giving me a life like this ,where I've met and have in my life some of the gorgeous people in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop talking about khokho ,he tops the chart in any list! khokho and I ,the relationship we carry is amazing and unique in its way.Nobody could ever digest how our association made so much of difference in our respective lives and ,in and around our friends and family.I feel elated and I want to admit I have been very very lucky to have a friend,father,mentor,guide,brother like khohko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand a lot from him and he tries often to fulfil but when I am too demanding and not sensible from his point of view he screw me really hard; he can upset me and and he will be blabbering all shit and bad bad bad things! But, still I find him good later and he makes me teach life lessons this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect khokho and relationship we've with each other. There are times when khokho was not in his best form and was unstable with life , when I see him weak I get unsettled for not being able to do things for him but just the fact that we are forever there for each other,makes us strong and he regains his strength to work better ,and become the best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen him falling and getting up thay fast.I thank life, for giving me khokho and I pray to god to help him reach out his dreams .... happy father's day khokho .I love it ,when you are happy and giggle like a horse! Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5381473029363478850?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5381473029363478850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5381473029363478850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5381473029363478850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5381473029363478850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/06/khokho-ki-achay-e-yaan.html' title='khokho ki Achay-E-yaaN!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2593127697032398554</id><published>2009-06-10T14:28:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:04:39.750+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>khokho ki kahaniyan...</title><content type='html'>khokho is ma ROCKSTAR!! I mean ,words run miles away when I thinnk about goodness of khokho. He's just so amazing and vibrant and sparky and intelligent and humurous and umm the best guy available on earth for any girl!! Oh u  bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels lucky and a matter  of pride to be known as his sister. I am getting very emotional right now, thinking about his goodness to the world at large, to family and to his frnds. I have been discovering parts of khokho day n night,everyday and each day I find him getting better and better.It amazes me ,how fine one can be..and trust me I not flowing in emotional stories but objectively I can say he's actually the guy u've just read in good novels or may be bad novels too  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. khokho and I am very kool with each other ,we share thousands of  things in a day or may be in an hour! I usually get carried away with humor n laughter but khokho is kinda 200% sincere guy than any normal human. I mean he's just the ideal guy, like how a guy should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tel him my choice of guys , that I like , u know just eye tonic types  and he just pass it on.From a few days I've been very frequently getting loads of eye tonics :P and he's so pissed off with me ,that he was ready to slap me for saying it again!! And, he hates me doing orkutting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While ,today I saw him in real bro mode ,he was no less than &lt;strong&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;/strong&gt; , I mean so far i've seen him teasing me  ;others, cracking high -voltage humorous jokes ; fine quality of sarcarsm ; and lately a bit of anger but today he was turning into action hero. He combed his wet hair back ways and was wearing a dark marron  saturn shirt with demins and to increase the grace he had his classic flotters . We were driving back from somewhere and stopped in a Dhaba for refreshement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a famous Dhaba chain ,called 'Pappu ka Dhaba' , it was that only. I ordered a thumbs up and he , a tea. Then some labour type guy came n sat opposite side of me with a Camera Phone and I got the idea, he's clicking my pics . I told bhai and he did nothing then , but later he became so so monstorous , that the guy ranaway taking his cell phone. I never saw this brotherly part of him before. I am quite amazed after that incidence and khokho mein baat hai :P haha ladka yehi hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khokho  and I were in a mall , a few days back , we had loads of fun and had lunch .khokho had to leave for a meeting at 4:3 pm and I was adamant to stay back , so I snatched away his glasses and he kept begging me, to give it back. I was having fun of my life! :P He played a trick, he snatched away my-emotionally-attached-bottle and gave warning he will throw it away ,if I did'nt gave his glasses. Then , he snatched my handbag , now he can't throw that!!! But, he can !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw my bottle away and I got red angry  ,then he started laughing like a devil and again asked for it. I had to give it back and he left. I was red hot and went inside the mall. After an hour , I left by bus and he called me in mid. Guess what? He said , he's coming back to the mall. I took another bus and got back to the mall :P hum dono munn se hi chalte hia :P hehehe , finally he paid off for his deeds , by making me buy stuff and ye he can make me laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u khokho, u r the world's best BROTHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2593127697032398554?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2593127697032398554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2593127697032398554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2593127697032398554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2593127697032398554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/06/khokho-ki-kahaniyan.html' title='khokho ki kahaniyan...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3017750078545411819</id><published>2009-06-05T11:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:04:24.495+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Pantry Time....sshh</title><content type='html'>Its been a month now that I am in NCR ,and been regular to office except one day bunk. I believe its kool to go to office than sitting at home in a city like Delhi and doing nothing. If I wanted to just rest and spend time sleeping, I wud have got this very very easily in Bhopal ,at my home. But, I wanted to live it up and learn something that will help me nourish and grow for future or immediate future life.And, I can say I took a right decision to come here and I am grateful to my parents that they allowed me , to live my dreams .Thanks a zillion mum-dad! Love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, am understanding everything,all basics of life ,why my parents use to stop me for things. I get all my answers here.B'coz I try things here in my way ,more or less, and the estimated result or a result I could not even think of.  Each day is a learning experience professionally and personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooah..I moving away from Pantry! Ok. leme come back. So, my office timmings are at a stretch from 9AM to 6PM and I am not at all use to it. Though , now I am !Often , it gets boring to work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thankfully I am blessed with good interns in my office. We all are girls.Recently , a new intern has joined us ,named &lt;em&gt;Ankur Garg&lt;/em&gt;.He sits in my cubicle only and I bully him,he even admitted.LoL. So, &lt;em&gt;Anu-Nisha-Me&lt;/em&gt; we all three go for several coffee and idle breaks. These days breaks go for a lil longer than usual. We only get 30 mins lunch, which is unfair yar , come on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink only coldrink and eat Milk Powder and Monaco Biscuit, this is what I like in the Pantry. Nisha is a biscuit and coffee freak.And, Anu she can be a coffee drinker, a tea drinker ,a lemon tea drinker and coldrink of course. Our &lt;em&gt;Chandan bhaiya&lt;/em&gt; serves us and he gets free of cost, without any hidden tax ,our GTalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls talk random in pantry ,its like a beauty saloon where several girls stuck up and they have nothing but they open all their sorrows,happiness,plans, views et al. We generaly talk about nisha's and anu's bf. As I am single , they explore chances for me. I crack most of the jokes on them, their bf and on myself of course. We solve probs , we gossip about office about our boss,about any new hunk in the office, if any lucky day is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we talk a lot of weekends plans but can finalise only a few. I tell u couples Vs. Single is difficult. Now,none of my frnds are single ,except me of course.And, tell u what I am happy go lucky single! I love it and at times my frnds envy my singledom :P haha!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such case is, today we all were discussing about &lt;em&gt;Salsa dance&lt;/em&gt;. I have a huge desire to learn Salsa. I love the formation and the music and the sincerity and fun ,the dance carries.In Bhopal, also I asked my dad a few times to learn it , but he never agreed. Some days back I asked Tauji ,he too denied .Today , I thought R.D would lend a suggestion , but he too denied and made me do Salsa with him in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I discussed with khokho, he too was not ready with idea of Salsa and closed it very lightely. Then , in pantry we started this discussion. And, anu, nisha bot had desire to learn it. I got excited and was damn ready to join it right now , right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, without twist no story is complete.Anu, started to runaway saying, his bf won't like it,if she's learning Salsa with some other guy.Nisha,seldomly said the same and I had no restrictions other than family ,which is huge! But, I want to learn Salsa, though I will skip the steps which are very very intimate ; a dance is a dance ,its formation and moves are important ,though Salsa is a romantic and a intimate dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up the discussion, playing my fav song by &lt;strong&gt;Akon- I wanna Love u&lt;/strong&gt; , what a song ! Every girl like it and seriously I can dance with a chair in this song :P. Akon rox! But, will I ever learn Salsa :( kya hu#$y ke sath sikhne ka wait karna padega :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3017750078545411819?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3017750078545411819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3017750078545411819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3017750078545411819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3017750078545411819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/06/pantry-timesshh.html' title='Pantry Time....sshh'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3771301070010400386</id><published>2009-06-04T16:22:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:22:51.889+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Sunday Surprise</title><content type='html'>Sunday is usually a day in here , that I spend at home. I am actually not allowed to make any plans for that day and also tauji n R.D don't like if I go anywhere on that day. Also, frnds are bus on their own. SO, I don't put mucha effort to escape away from home for any gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.D ,Tauji and Me , we three do our sunday outing. After a good brunch ,we sleep and by the late afternoon we go out. Its been 3 Sundays here. And ,each sunday excites me. First Sunday , we went to roam around Delhi Side and then Ggn and later had our dinner in Noida. So, in one go , three cities were covered. It was a sure shot fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second , was R.d's bday so I cud't dare to make any plans. And, when I tried putting one , he cancelled his plans and got pissed off.We later in the eve went for some shopping and had plans to eat outside. Though we got tired and had to come back home. Then I planned a surprise party for him. Decorated his room and got the cake, food everything and clicked ,clicked.He was happy and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Sunday was, again very slow and we all were lazy , but not going out on a holiday upsets me. So, with the help of forceable moves I could convince R.D and tauji to go out. We went to Green Park for my new hair-do and later we went to South Ex. did some shopping and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be fourth Sunday , I guess and again its in the hand of R.D and tauji how they take it fwd. But, I want more , like a weekend trip to&lt;em&gt; Mussorrie &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Jaipur&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; Vaishno Devi&lt;/em&gt; or to the least&lt;em&gt; Agra&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if I can have any plan like that,will definatly let ya know. For now, I have some sat plans ie. pre Sunday plans , will narate the entire trip. Cherrio till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3771301070010400386?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3771301070010400386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3771301070010400386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3771301070010400386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3771301070010400386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-surprise.html' title='Sunday Surprise'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8756744966879876163</id><published>2009-06-01T11:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:17:21.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Sock it ,Saket!</title><content type='html'>I am happy that my sis aki , read my post and she reacted above expectations,though on phone she was loud! But, I like it here what she scribbled , that may also be her promotion trick for her new -nut-much-hyped blog!! hehe.love u babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..this saturday I had many plans lined up and with different kinda persons. I had actualy four groups to hang out with out of which none were confirmed cent % ,and suriety was anyone will at least accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins ... my cousin Appu was coming down from U.K this sat and his parents came Delhi to recieve him.And, I was suppose to go along with them to recieve him from the airport but I knew how boring and furious it would be. So, I had all reasons to convince myself n others that I am not going to the airport with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed off at office time and Anu ,intern with me office .We had plans to meet up and go around.This is what I was infromed. I called Anu , to know about the plan and she very desperatly wanted me to with her. She called me at Sec-37 , Noida , where she lives. She mite have called me 5-6 times in 10 mins of drive , till I reached there. I had no clue what's on her mind. Though I knew , we may go to Gurgoan (ggn ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached and she declared we are off to Saket -Select City Mall.We took an auto to Saket and it charged us very minimal ,and she offered to sponsor it. It was all perfect , until she tell me ,that she is going for a blind date! And, she wud be away for an hour or so and will be bck soon. I so very much wanted to bang her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, u can't stop a desperate human!; What is destined to happen will happen! We reached Mall before all shops were open. I kept telling Anu,to come back in an hour and everytime she pushed that she wud not make late than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what ? She didnt turn up the entire day! Don't know ,what guys do that girls stick to them and don't care about anything in the world! Cheat-Cheetos! I was apparently alone , spending time in the Malls. Select Mall was covered ,did a bit of shopping liked a top in Pramod, was actually good but did'nt had enough cash that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, there was some movie shooting going on MGF Mall , went there. It was very dull. Was exhibited with Spas and Japnese Cuisine , saw helluva Geishas here in India!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a hair cut , was at Javed Habibs Saloon. Met Javed ,he suggested a few. But, I did'nt quiet like it. So , came back. Khokho ,is incidently near by where I live , but he's hardly ready to spend to time with his sis, sadly! Though, he offered me to join him with his most dangerous frnd GG. How obvious , it was for him, that I'll refuse, and he'll rescue! Ye he did rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At , around 2 I got a call from Tauji , as to when I am coming back. I had no clue and no way to tell them I am at Saket.So, I did here n there.And, planned to move alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to pay for the autorickshaw, but trust me they charged a lot , infact in that fair I could hve travelled to Agra! They were charging me Rs.450 onse side fair from Saket to 37 Sec. And, I came to Saket in morning @ Rs. 110. What a difference! huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shocks and cribbs and I boarded a bus till Mother Dairy and afetr seating I was reflecting over the day , how I was used as a prop , how my ppl do with me, how khokho has become ! n bla bla but I am gutsy so took lessons and moved on to enjoy this unexpected travel all the way to Noida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down after an hour,reached Mother Dairy. Then ,some gentleman suggested me to take a bus. I was missing my sat Metro ! :( They are so kool to travel and fast as well! Next sat, pakka metro! By the then I reached home , was very tired and pissed off wiht anu n khokho n others but I still had expectations at home , they wud anyways take me around till C.P , at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise appu n R.D were driving away to pick me from office and they were quiet astonished how I came.But, I could only smile infront of them. I reached upstairs had my favourite Chicken Curry and Roasted Chicken. And, I was asked to sleep , I heard them this time , because I was tired !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day ,passed by like this . In eve , there was a dinner at somebody's place ,where we went yesterday . So, I again had no wish to go. I had to refuse. Appu ,got some movies from U.K , so spent watching them in the verandah , where cool breeze made me feel good. At , 10 PM , everybody came back and I got down to see off appu ,uncle-aunty who were headed back to home tonight at 11:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.D again , gave some silly reason ; like we will get late , u r in shorts I won't take u out like this bla bla, though many protested him ,but actually the luggage took my space :( And, I was again compelled to stay back home ,on sat :(( Hate it ,Puke puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was saying them bye, a dog came and started licking my hand , it was so unexpected and weird for me that I first time in my life I used F word :( and that too infront of my elders and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely embarassed and could'nt bve myself , how did I say it ! Later , I looked down hiding away and Appu caught y eyes and gave a cunning smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is how the day caed sat, came to its end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8756744966879876163?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8756744966879876163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8756744966879876163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8756744966879876163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8756744966879876163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/06/sock-it-saket.html' title='Sock it ,Saket!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6057893237351083274</id><published>2009-05-26T09:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:26:04.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Crush on Delhi...</title><content type='html'>I preety much like this popular Book title Crush On Delhi ,these days. Well, I even mean it, I also 've a crush on delhi! Actually, NCR! I have my escapades here,everyday. But, time constraints are very much there.Still, I manage to make it to the most and enjoy the heat,zest for life, feel the passion of life, discover new dreams n desires and so much into it, that no trouble or interupption can stop the traveling endeavour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it Wow!?! Well, I like /love traveling . I've been challenged by near and dear ones to travel alone but don't they know I can  do it , in fact I do that quiet often! Its very sad to admit , but my ppl don't get excited for traveling or make plans that excite me for traveling and trust me that piss me off big time! I feel like running off to the Indus Civilization, at least there I can explore somemore things and later it'll be embossed, in golden words , in the history books! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I jus pray the guy I marry is a traveling freak! Is&lt;em&gt; Vasco-Da-Gama&lt;/em&gt; alive!? He will only come with me to voyages,of course with good amount of experince :) Yeah ,Vasco? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the topic of the day. On sat, I wanted to travel around and my&lt;em&gt; Tauji n R.D&lt;/em&gt; can no bear my passion for traveling . They don't like it at all. And, when they don't like this , I don't like anything to like! Much-aA Chaos! It was sat and all , a weekend when every couple want to hang out and every single approaches for a date and every boss clears up with pending meeting of the week and every brother gives u excuses ,to make his weekend rosy with his gf. So, I was a lonely traveler.But, I did'nt turn back and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the bus stop at 10 Am and the first bus that I saw , I hopped into it. I thought , goign to metro will make my plan much better and give me good options to travel around. I&lt;br /&gt;ve already had lot of &lt;em&gt;C.P &lt;/em&gt;, which is the safest and kool place in&lt;em&gt; Delhi&lt;/em&gt; one can go. I took a metro feeder bus to Yamuna Bank , near by metro station but I mistakenly got down at Shastri Park Metro , which is very far off and it near by JNU . It took me 1.5 hours to reach ad that day I was feeling ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd to visit JNU but there was no direct public transport service to reach there , I wud have to change buses 2-3 times. And, it was risky. I called khokho and told him about it , he hads no solution and asked to go back home. Totaly unacceptable opinion. Later, I called Kanika she's a gr8 pal in Delhi. We had plasn to meet but her classes were there,which are only on weekends , so she very kindly asked me to get back home safely and we will make plans this upcoming week. Going back home? I am not doing it. Have come so far, taking pains to enjoy my journey ,I thought. After 20 mins, I asked girl in the metro ticket counter to tell me route to Chandani Chowk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u what, every morning Dilli-6 title song comes and it excites me from top to bottom and I observed very keenly the red fort and chandni chowk area in the music video. I havn't seen the movie. But, in childhood , when I was 10 or 11 years we visited Red Fort and Chandni Chowk Street. I don't remember anything from that trip.So, it was a good idea to visit it again and alone to explore more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's a catch .Station like Shastri Park,Yamuna Bank dosent have direct metro to Chandni Chowk Metro .So, one has to go till Kashmiri Gate and then again take a metro to Chandni Chowk. I did'nt quiet understood the concept initially but after going to Kashmiri gate 4 times in a day , I understood what a Yellow line is and what Red Line is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Kashmiri Gate, it was one station from Shastri Park Metro ,then took an underground metro from Kashmiri Gate to Chandani Chowk. On reaching Chandni Chowk , I saw a huge crowd using metro and its very useful for Delhi Junta-very kool and convenient to travel.But, at times yellow -red line sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandni Chowk isn't a safe place, and u've to takecare of ur stuff and of urself very much. Anything is possible there. I met two ladies on the way who came with me , to do shopping from there. They had some marriage at home.But,we departed soon coz I was not in a mood of shopping from there. They guided me way to Red Fort ,Market and a famous Gurudwara,there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered all three, very well and enjoyed it. Trust me Chandni Chowk is not a place for anyone who dosen't know to bargain. You will entire life laugh at urself for paying so much and not bargaining it! Its warning. I had my fun in Chandni Chowk but that was not enough to satisfy.So, I got back to C.C Metro and found the nearest place to roam about and Rohini came out to be the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohini is East and West.Rohini West has better stuff to look upon. I was in the misconception I'll get direct metro to Rohini but yes I was wrong, again I will have to change metro from Kashmiri Gate. So, I took a full ticket to Rohini. Got down at Kashmiri Gate (K.G) and fastly boarded the Rohini Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a school girl in the metro , who was returning hom after giving her medical entrance exam . Her name was Timsy- a greek princess. She was going to Rithala. I asked her about Rohini , what malls and all are there and she decalred it has nothing but apartments, it'll be best if I got to Rithala instead. I took a snap decision and decided but issue was my ticket .She even had a solution for this; if at all we reach a station less than our ticket price , we can refill it and take exit .It has no issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to pay Rs.3 extra and I got down at Rithala, we took a Riksha togther and Timsy dropped me to Metro Walk .On the other side it has got an amazing Adventure Park , but u need company for that and if u r traveling alone its like curse :( I missed khokho n frnds there .Wish they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Walk was boring it has same stuff and added thingie was there was no shade ,its like a street where u can walk! duh! But, if one goes in group of frnds or with family , its a treat. To me it wasn't. After spending 2-3 hours there I was hungary and went to Mc D .Had the regular junk and msgd khokho if he's free. I somehow was feeling very bad and wanted to meet bhai.But, he was not free and the conversation went cruel coz of my demand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a metro to K.G again from Rithala.Then got the new shock of the day , there's no direct metro to Yamuna bank from K.G . To reach Yamuna bank , I will have to go Rajeev Chowk Metro . Trust me , it was stupid. I had no options ,I wanted to be safe and this was the convenient option I 'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a direct ticket to Yamuna Bank from K.G. Boarded a metro for Rajeev Chowk from K.G. Reached Rajeen Chowk. Inquired the platform no. for Yamuna Bank Metro. Boarded the Y.B Metro and finaly phew reached there.Thankfully, coming out I got the Metro Bus feeder to my home and I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds a bit complicated but I am quiet proud of myself for experiencing this and understanding more about life, ppl and traveling. I enjoyed it. But, an emotional pain was there..crush in Delhi! Get the gap? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6057893237351083274?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6057893237351083274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6057893237351083274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6057893237351083274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6057893237351083274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/crush-on-delhi.html' title='Crush on Delhi...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-958548748218112742</id><published>2009-05-22T16:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:50:26.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>khokho rox!</title><content type='html'>hehe ..don't start throwing eggs n tomates at me :P I told u my mood is volatile and khokho knows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love khokho ! :) As I've been sharing my fights with khokho in here. So, the recent fight we had really blew me off and I was fused. But, khokho is damn cute and has ways to make it up ,not just my mood but anybody's! u bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me to for lunch and I refused. But, he's my father, brother,frnd how can I repeat what he did to me, after all he's elder to me and I can't disrespect him :) So, I agreed. After taking lot of pains ,khokho reached to pick me and khokho never remember things, may that be roadways or anyways !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it happnd and this time I also was bad :( after al I don't kw Delhi -Noida , I m new here.Call it an excuse? hehe ;) Later somehow we reached and not to our destination but a near by place, SabMall to find some eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the Glass Lounge and trust me I never stepped the escalators so fast before! Khokho is rambo! And, poor hotels I pity them , for having a guest \customer like khokho. He's a devil! Man, he screwed the entire lounge ,seriously next time I am gonna wear a burka if I go with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He criticizes badly, BADLY and I mean it. In fact, u will be amazed with the type of question he raises and the answer he expects and give feedback at! I was so much thinking, how can khokho talk to me so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also khokho is great with acting skills , he will pretend to be a naive person on earth but his mind , works at hell of a speed ! I wonder , where he should actually be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a seal on it ,there's no other guy like khokho , who exist in this big big universe. My khokho rox! And, love u khokho :) n next time u fite , i'll make up :P rest u only will ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sare jaha se acha,khokho hi hai dil ka sacha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-958548748218112742?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/958548748218112742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=958548748218112742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/958548748218112742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/958548748218112742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/khokho-rox.html' title='khokho rox!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3112389009049396867</id><published>2009-05-22T16:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:47:43.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>meri wali pepsi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShaJB4iHxGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yHaygwiObj0/s1600-h/minda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShaJB41cRfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e_6tC_g31w0/s1600-h/fin+dep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShaJBi2uTWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W2-PmlXM8wo/s1600-h/minda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShaJB41cRfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e_6tC_g31w0/s1600-h/fin+dep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338605073823712754" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShZ_RGv23BI/AAAAAAAAADo/yRcuc4OF_H4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3112389009049396867?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3112389009049396867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3112389009049396867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3112389009049396867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3112389009049396867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/meri-wali-pepsi.html' title='meri wali pepsi!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/ShaJB41cRfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e_6tC_g31w0/s72-c/fin+dep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8404512978166064333</id><published>2009-05-22T10:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:05:04.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Sportsbar Contra-Controversy!</title><content type='html'>Those , who are religiously reading my blog , I've to say do comment , it'll make me learn do formating :P hehe . Coming to the note, u must known by now how much craze I've to visit a Sportsbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, those who have visited a sportsbar , please please do tell me what exactly is a sportsbar. I looked over the net for the meaning of a sportbar and I got zilch. My cousin caused a fury the other day , when I asked him to take me to a Sportsbar , near our house and he went hazy ,almost preached me for 1 hour ,sitting next by him in the car, is crime ,that too alone! huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u blve it , I compromised Sportsbar with Dominos Veg extravaganza! R.D is very cruel at times he took me , and was busy in a business call. It was so so annoying but he took my pic ,while chit chatting from his cell phone! And, this devil showed is colors ,when he asked his business associate ,if he has ever been to a Sportbar and made my fun in front of him ":( Moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day ,I searched on the net about the near by Sportsbar .And, there was a Sportsbar in Sec-38A ,Noida , in The Great India Place Mall. I asked Nisha , if she wanna join in. She nodded a yes and we had our plan set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, we left the office ,yesterday (21.05.09) and took thankfully after waiting for a il while got a direct bus to Atta , which is opposite to Sec-38 A. By the then , tauji called me , where I am and how much time it'll take to come home. He got quiet disappointed, when I told him about my this plan.He could'nt say more than , 'ok come soon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and I had no clue ,that Great India Place is opposite to Centrstage Mall , in Sec-18. Thankfully , we reached Great Mall. And, trust me it is so far the best mall I visited in Noida .Great architecture, great barrings , beautiful concept and various outlets to choice from may that be in the category of food , clothing or accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crossing the floors escalators by escalators ,we finally got the Sportsbar! Its next to Big Cinema Theater. In the front u c Dhoni standing with his hair wide open :P in red and white shade . A very summer shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We peeped inside and it had a huge section of bar and in a small corner there lied a Pool Table, Casino like thing next to it and all GUYS! They all seemed like gay to me :P hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no guy with us.so we quit it , and moved by next food corner ,&lt;em&gt; Pind Baluchi &lt;/em&gt;this is based on the concept of Punjab and serves punjabi food. It has got best food at good rates. For South Indian ,the best is &lt;em&gt;Sagar  &lt;/em&gt;and being big fan of Chinese I even had many options to eat from.But,I wanted to try Thia Food or Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we end up going to  a Food Court ,called 'Spoon' . And, had a pizza . It was 8 pm by then , Tauji again called me , this time in aggression. And, asked me to call R.D if he can pick me. I ignored calling him coz he already gave me huge preaching the other day. After a while,R.D called me himself, inquired where I am. And....he started...he said all things that could screw me hard.Blah Blah Blah. And, he was red hot angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I msgd him sorry and he said , he will come after an hour to pick me.Nisha lives in South Ex. She had to leave coz if she leave at 8pm ,the only she will reach home by 9:30PM.So, we inquired about the bus,that she can board. She had to take a bus till rajnigandha and then another bus direct to south ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady met us on the way, and asked not to go alone that way,at least not by walking.So, she took a  bus and thankfully she reached home safe. By the then, 'd to wait ,1 hour alone. So, centerstage mall wa best n safe plce to hang around. I could have talked with khokho by that time , but I had a huge fight with khokho :( He's bad**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, R.D was already angry with me. Both brothers ,both are sweethearts and both are a fast turn-on devils! huh. R.D B'day is around.So, I though i'd but something for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, wanted to buy a wallet for him,though I've gifted him once.but, later went to &lt;em&gt;Archies &lt;/em&gt;.And, thought of giving him a Sorry card. I got  a beautiful card  very very cute and man would melt away , but this moron ! grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw a very cute froggie ,which I  assumed will make him laugh.I was out of cash but still I managed to buy that stuff , under the sorry category ! He reached to pick me. I got into the car , and in a very dramatic way gave him the two packets of Archies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First , was a card , which he did'nt like at all and blowed me , &lt;em&gt;why u bought it, its  a waste for me etc etc&lt;/em&gt;. I felt very bad, but did'nt show it to him. Second , was froggie . He opened it and started criticizing , &lt;em&gt;what the shit is this ,he was not at all happy and was moreover disgusted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt extremly bad and a tear got down my eyes. He saw it and asked what happnd? I refused to answer and kept looking outside he window of the car. At the same time , remembered khokho. And, thought why my brothers have turned so different for me. R.D asked me a few things on the way, about office etc. I did'nt answer , I disliked talking to him then:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home, tauji called me , gave me gyan about delhi and its unsafe surroundings. He's more kool than these brothers! I went back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.D came and asked me to come for dinner ,later tauji emotionall blackmailed me and called for dinner. I cannot make him upset .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, r.D had meeting at 7:30 Am ,he asked to come with him and I had no wish to go with him.I refused and will go alone.Tauji ,dropped me to stop , thankfully I got a &lt;em&gt;riksha&lt;/em&gt; but at 9Am , the traffic is huge and it gets very difficult to board a bus and reach on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck in a traffic jam, then khokho called me and I again had a fight with him , he banged the phone and it ended.But, tell u what my mood is very volatile! Even khokho n R.D knows it ! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8404512978166064333?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8404512978166064333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8404512978166064333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8404512978166064333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8404512978166064333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/sportsbar-contra-controversy.html' title='Sportsbar Contra-Controversy!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6469552904326018697</id><published>2009-05-22T09:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:06:27.444+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><title type='text'>Launch of Kiazen</title><content type='html'>Now folks don't wonder me writing a techie blog post , this is preety much included in the intern-O-arena!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , was a special day in my company ,the M.D of the company came down from Frankfurt to launch  Kiazen in Corporate Head office -Finance deppt. rest other deppt have implemented Kiazen a long time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a board meeting and some new by-laws were passed. The news that makes me most happy is ...with immediate effect we will get sat off!!! yuppie!! Second , there would be per employee a Kiazen  sheet. Which will take place in the form of ballot voting ,having red, blue, white colors to symbolise the remarks we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally we interns , Nisha and I were also called to cast our votes.And ,the 3rd one os off to a few holidays,ie. Anupama. Miss u girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of comunication the M.D have with the employee is amazing , the M.D was attitude-free,down-to-earth , very friendly with employees.Everybody was happy , the office face-off was changed from daily serious and damn professional enviroment it was more like a relax and family enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiazen&lt;/strong&gt; is a Japanese word meaning gradual and orderly, &lt;em&gt;continuous improvement&lt;/em&gt;. The Kiazen business strategy involves everyone in an organization working together to make improvements 'without large capital investments'.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, the launch of Kiazen ,a senior next to my cabin , asked me ,what is kiazen ? And, I replied him the exact answer.He was quiet amazed and asked if I am doign my M.B.A :P and from where .NIT-B ki naak uchi kara  di .hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiazen is a culture of sustained continuous improvement focusing on eliminating waste in all systems and processes of an organization. The Kiazen strategy begins and ends with people. With Kiazen, an involved leadership guides people to continuously improve their ability to meet expectations of high quality, low cost, and on-time delivery. Kiazen transforms companies into 'Superior Global Competitors'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiazen was initially started by Toyota in the country. Kiazen is said to have produce better n best results. In our company , every month a Kiazen is submitted by the employee showing the before and after effects and displaying the changes that have brought in process ,that makes the result up to higher credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the concept of Kiazen. I always hated Operations Reasearch , coz it always pulled down my grades. But , here I realise OR is fun , why can't i do my majors in it :( Practical knowledge is imp in life, may that be  anything , a small thing also has its high value. To motivate , the employee the higher the Kiazen points go , the employee get a free gift from the company , a microwave , or a trip to abroad, or a cutlery etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have 5 S Acitivity here , which is followed up by the Improvement Cell of the company. This  is again a concept that has its importance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6469552904326018697?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6469552904326018697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6469552904326018697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6469552904326018697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6469552904326018697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/launch-of-kiazen.html' title='Launch of Kiazen'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-169642353443670186</id><published>2009-05-19T09:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:09:22.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>yeh dilli hai....</title><content type='html'>The only day I can relax is ,Sunday ! Rest everyday I've a office and my boss is very very particular and sincere.I can't leave before though I come one hour early daily !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunday was my first sunday and I wanted to go to a Sportsbar or Gurgoan (ggn). After sleeping till 4 pm , R.D ,Tauji and I got ready to leave for shopping at ggn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i've visited Delhi , I could never visit Qutub Minar. I so very much had a desire and while going to ggn, its on the way.But, it gets close at 5pm and we were unfortunatly late.So,we moved towards ggn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mall ,that I visited was &lt;em&gt;City &amp;amp; Centre Mall&lt;/em&gt;.A Mall is a mall what matters in a mall ,is the size! But, this mall was fine and even saw a few celebs, whose name I don't kw! I liked up a few brands and left the rest for my next visit there, within a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the road , you see&lt;em&gt; MGF Mall&lt;/em&gt; , which is next to 'Its Friday' Pub. I wanted to go Select City mall , but these two were more than enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the then I was hungary and R.D had to give me a dinner so from ggn we went all the way to&lt;em&gt; Shopprix Mall @ Delhi -61 Milestone. &lt;/em&gt;The set was amazing but I was luring more for Dominos Pizza than Butter Chicken. But, we had butter chicken only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that super day out and long drive I wanted a sound sleep.And, after talking with mum-dad I slept...I miss them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-169642353443670186?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/169642353443670186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=169642353443670186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/169642353443670186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/169642353443670186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeh-dilli-hai.html' title='yeh dilli hai....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6956303289668313768</id><published>2009-05-18T10:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:16:42.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Brick Lane..</title><content type='html'>After fight with khokho I became regular to my office. And, on saturday i.e 16May . My Boss called me and explained me my project. I was dealing with a very minor issue and now on I will called in the executive meetings with CFO etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me in office there are two more girls with me in the entire corporate office. Its only three of us. Anupama , is from Amity Business School,Delhi. And, Nisha is here for CS interns. We gelling very fine that day and were sharing stories with each other and helping . In lunch ,we decided to go to a near by mall in Noida. Shopprix , is the mall near by. They both got permisson from their boss and I was sure my boss will give it anyway.But, he did'nt permit me and gave me some gyan for free.I had to stay back,So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had to leave coz , permission was granted and staying back was risky. So, they asked me to reach the mall by 6pm and they would wait there for me. By the then , around 6pm tauji called me , R.D called me saying he will pick me from office but that was not possible. So, I went to mall by riksha and did some shopping and was in Mc D  and had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6956303289668313768?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6956303289668313768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6956303289668313768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6956303289668313768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6956303289668313768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/brick-lane.html' title='Brick Lane..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3510876010775374003</id><published>2009-05-18T08:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:33:26.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><title type='text'>Khokho Epilouge - II</title><content type='html'>My visit to &lt;em&gt;C.P &lt;/em&gt;alone , on the second day of my Delhi tour ,was a sure short worry for my family ,tauji ,R.D but I was sure my khokho but appreciate me for this treat to myself but surprisingly&lt;strong&gt; khokho &lt;/strong&gt;had the voilent behaviour.And,he was  fiting with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it very snappy on the phone because I was afraid my parents would barge in on me right in the middle of it.They did'nt, though.Khokho is one person on earth I never fear telling things. I am very bindass with him coz he beleives in giving freedom and understand the desires n dream of a person , at least mine. He heard me a few minutes of my visit and then he started with his belching lessons.He did'nt like what I did.He was angry on me more than anybody could and then I started arguing like a teenage daughter to a dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about the best teacher I ever had.You could kid around with him without losing your respect for him.Though we both play &lt;em&gt;Antakshari&lt;/em&gt; of some pathetic word with his consistent my favorite ringtone produced by him , that goes like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'hehehe hehehe hehehe'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very rythemic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called him later and said a sorry . The best part of him is ,he understands my impulsiveness coz he's also impulsive:P (haha) He admits though the level of impulsivness is more in me when compared with him. It can be true though no accurate results as of now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, on Friday ie. 15 May 2009. I had to go to meet Swati , my friend from Bhopal.She called me the other night and asked if I can meet. I was very dicey  ,should go or should not go.But , I was starving to meet my ppl and specially my female frnds. So, I heard my heart and lied my tauji and went ahead to meet her. And ,she called me at C.P at 1 PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At office I reach  9 AM so as I was lying at home . I did'nt go with R.D to office. I though I 'll take a direct bus to&lt;em&gt; C.P&lt;/em&gt; from my area bus stop. But, a twist occured tauji is so protective of me , that he came down to bus stop to drop me and even come along till ofice. I somehow managed to stop him but it was tuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a bus to &lt;em&gt;12-22 &lt;/em&gt; and then took another bus to C.P . I did'nt like the bus at all . Pathetic. In morning the rush is much that a destnation of 1 hour will take u 2.5 hours! Somehow , I reached cursing the bus I took. I reached at 11 Am and I still had 2 hours to meet Swati. I caled if she 's free before that, but she was'nt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentenlty, I saw &lt;em&gt;Oxford Book House&lt;/em&gt;.And, books are my favourite so I was confident 2 hours will pass like that. Oxford was awesome , I enjoyed it.It was new for me and I preety much liked it. While readng books I met a girl and asked her about British Library ;friends in Bhopal asked me to visit BCL,Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her and got to know it was near by. Her name was Kanika , completed her B.CoM from DU and was preparing for Civil Services. She was there with her fiance Ashish. They both told me about the near by places that I can visit and shop from. Near by was Janpat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both joined me to Janpat and helped me shopping .They both were cute and had immense of respect for each other. Hardly I c respect in a couple for each other. They both were great with me. And , they picked up stuff for me, bargained for me. No doubt, Ashish had a great choice of clothing, footwear and kanika was a master too. I had the best buy. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, Swati called me ,she was with her friends and was waiting for me at Janpat . I departed from &lt;strong&gt;kanika -ashish &lt;/strong&gt;and promised to meet them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, was not fed up with Janpat and so was I. So, we took an auto and went to Lodhi Road. I so very much wanted to visit &lt;em&gt;India habitat Centre . We went to Lodhi garden first, sat there for an hour , took some pics et al&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my request , making faces all of us went to habitat centre and they kept sitting at one place there and I was roaming alone. But, that was fun and the rest of the part was not allowed as it was open only for Burocrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part of Delhi is amazing ,I really loved it. We again took an auto and came back to C.P to head towards our destination . I left early ,without the Mc.D treat! Took a metro from C.P to Yamuna Bank this time. And ,then a direct metro feeder to my home. And, trust me this was easy to travel with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, I called &lt;strong&gt;khokho&lt;/strong&gt; to narrate him my trip . And, the first thing he asked ,"&lt;em&gt; why are u not in office today? &lt;/em&gt;"  and then followed a huge lecture.He kicked me right -left for being so irresponsible , for having random fun trips, for missing office ,etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger was then obvious. So, I again had a fight with him and banged the phone.  I mean come on , &lt;strong&gt;khokho&lt;/strong&gt; can't be like other fathers! He was just not ready to hear me out.And, that pissed me off big time. Later , I went to net cafe to access orkut :( met khokho and we started talking, then discussing, then arguing , then fighting and then a shortcircut ,followed by a White Flag by &lt;strong&gt;Khokho&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's highly disappointed with me , and thinks I don't listen to him , I don't respect him. Its not like this khokho :((  I love u the most. I respect u ,heartly.But, I never thought u'd react in such a way. U have always supported me and always encourage me . I was not ready for such a reaction from u. I know I've hurt u. I am &lt;em&gt;1000 times&lt;/em&gt; sorry for it. &lt;strong&gt;Khokho&lt;/strong&gt;... I am still the same. I am ur 'bachi'. And, we might have a fight for a day but in my heart I keep cursing myself for fiting with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't misunderstand me...I always listen to u and will keep doing. And, I am still the same. Sorry :( and love u always ,&lt;strong&gt;khokho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3510876010775374003?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3510876010775374003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3510876010775374003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3510876010775374003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3510876010775374003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/khokho-epilouge-ii.html' title='Khokho Epilouge - II'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7383050092841865610</id><published>2009-05-16T10:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:31:04.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Will always miss chachi....</title><content type='html'>Reaching Delhi and living here was not difficult till I got the news of Chachi 's death. It was my first day at office ie. 12th May 2009 and whole day I was sitting and was talking to seniors till my lappy was to be alloted.I was introduced to my Project guide and Boss Mr.Atul Jain , Head fin Corp. This man is amazing , he's very sincere and particular about his and inspires me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was asked by guide to co-ordinate with his assistant .Also, in my next cabin sits Project Head Finance -Sanjay Sir, he's a very good friend now and helped me a lot As my guide's assistant  was about to give me my assingment,R.D gave me a call . I called him back and he said , " chachi ki death ho gayi " I was shocked could'nt blve the news and started crying , did'nt knew to whom should i go and cry with .First day of office I heardly got to know ppl there.I went to guide and asked if I can go , told him the reason and he gave me an off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of the office , near guard office I could'nt stop myself and started crying , called up khokho then , he made me a bit relax and was informing tinu n parents. I had no clue about public transport in Delhi Noida . I somehow managed ,and where I live from there I've change to bus .In second bus , somebody guided me wrong and I had to step down at wrong station. But I managed. Reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. called dad , asked him why he did'nt tell me and all cried a lot...I met chachi..before coming for interns...I went to her place ,she made me eat the cake prepared by her and I cooked her baked Garlic Bread , she liked it a lot. She gave me money to have fun and...she cried when I was leaving.....I will always miss u chachi.... and I will always do my best to help chotu with life ... Chotu is my cousin , whose mom was my chachi... my chacha , his father expired 10 years back , and his real sister expired 14 years back..he's just a 21 year old guy. Now, who is alone..in this world.....but I am always with him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of office , I had no wish to go, but due to tauji n parents forced me so I went to office. I did some work and took a half day ,was not at all feeling good and wanted a change so I went alone and took a bus to Indraprasth and thought will ride in Metro and will come back but fortunatly I met some great girls in the bus who helped me figure out things and asked to stepdown at C.P .It take 1.5 hrs from the place I live ,to reach there. I was scared , had a fear but I was confident I will reach. I got down near Stateman Building and saw what a great place C.P was... When I went to Mumbai this year , I was staying at South Mumbai and that became my dream place to work at , but after seeing C.P , this even sounds to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I saw Oxford BookHouse there books being my weakness I thought I'll pass on my time . But, I missed the door and moved forward in the street. I took a turn near the subway of DBS bank and met a girl called Riya. I inquired from her the places I can visit and she asked me if i wud like to join her, as she is going that way , I was more than happy to accompany her and we became best of frnds , we were together for 4-5 hours had complete fun of C.P Circle went to all luxury class showrooms and and all eatery place , Mc D being my fav , we had ourlunch there and as this visit was unplanned I had to get bck hom by 6:30 pm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riya took me to her office ,she's based outta Chandigarh lives in dwarka with her parents. Later se dropped to C.P Metro Station and came along to see if I safely reach there. It was first time I was travelling in Metro and trust me it was awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a ticket for Indraprasth and got down there.But, that was a wrong choice. I had to change 2 buses to reach home. Had I got down at Yamuna Bank , I could have got a direct bus feeder to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this trip was great and I felt good . By the then my new Airtel Stuck number also got activated after 3 days of application n procedures! Huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7383050092841865610?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7383050092841865610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7383050092841865610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7383050092841865610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7383050092841865610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-always-miss-chachi.html' title='Will always miss chachi....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5634800648163605315</id><published>2009-05-16T09:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:10:00.944+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Going away from home.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok am EXCITED!!! and i have no clue how to start or end it but i do know ,now am in very much spunk and spark! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my 3rd Day in NCR. On 11th May 2009 I reached here with my 'Tauji' coz my dad cancelled his ticket in last moment due to the exurtion he will have and also coz one of our family member was admitted in hospital. I was hell annoyed coz of this and 4 times me was my khokho annoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit , this is my first ever stay alone outside, the prelims we can say to &lt;strong&gt;IIT-KGP&lt;/strong&gt; visit ,where i had Su and her Grandpa , which is equal to family&lt;br /&gt;,and that trip was just for a week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this one is for 6 weeks! i.e 1. Months! Hard for me, but all frnds, relatives, well wishers were happy that finally i'll be seing e real world! And, every minute that I spent here , I remember the wisdom my frnds gave . Thanks to all of u :) A special mention to &lt;em&gt;Randip Sir&lt;/em&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;Ricky&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;em&gt;my khokho&lt;/em&gt; is forever there and my frnds &lt;em&gt;Pagare,Sikander&lt;/em&gt; n my sis&lt;em&gt; Tinu &lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;mum-dad&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I reached station , I realized am actually leaving for interns to &lt;em&gt;Delhi&lt;/em&gt;! My mum pushed dad to hug me...as he hugged me I got to stick to him for 15 mins and was crying !! Somewhere, I was happy that no distance or difference is there between dad n me.I love that moment and will always thank my mum for making that happen`:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ,if I cry , my sis , my mum n on that even my Tauji cried with whom I was going! So, call it love of the family! After boarding the train, I msgd my dad to thank him ,to let me go and show trust in me.Love u dad!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the main Bhopal Junction Ricky met me with Neetu ji , which was a great meeting both of them n they both were looking great together!!! Wish them luck for life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willkeep posting about my 6 weeks interns here in Delhi . Just keep looking for it and miss u all , do put up ur comments here coz Orkut is blocked in my office :( n i used all hit n trial nothing helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love vj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5634800648163605315?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5634800648163605315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5634800648163605315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5634800648163605315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5634800648163605315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-away-from-home.html' title='Going away from home.....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1581055897843626111</id><published>2009-04-26T20:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:11:14.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frust'/><title type='text'>Solid Ground....</title><content type='html'>I take the lines from the song of Marit Larsen - 'Solid Ground'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-style: italic;" width="760" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot fall, never do regret&lt;br /&gt;Know just what is being said&lt;br /&gt;Know the risk you take&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head above it all&lt;br /&gt;Sure you can fall&lt;br /&gt;But not now you gotta prove&lt;br /&gt;Something new, being you, being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel, keep from asking why&lt;br /&gt;Be the strongest at goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know your place in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now expand your wings and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reaches high but not,&lt;br /&gt;Enough you seem to me&lt;br /&gt;So incomplete, swept off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you they will always pull you down&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it they will take your smile and push you around&lt;br /&gt;They will fight and struggle&lt;br /&gt;To blur and trouble&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot know, lose your self-control&lt;br /&gt;Be and angel over all&lt;br /&gt;Know your secret way&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at everything they say&lt;br /&gt;Will you remain the same?&lt;br /&gt;And now you dare not see&lt;br /&gt;What's letting go&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me,is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head above it all, sure you can fall&lt;br /&gt;But not now you gotta prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will always pull you down&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it they will take your smile and push you around&lt;br /&gt;They will haunt your every dream&lt;br /&gt;They will make you come undone at the seams&lt;br /&gt;And they will fight and struggle&lt;br /&gt;To blur and trouble&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of solid ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Keep your head above it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sure you can fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But not now you gotta prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sing365.com/icons/ecblank.gif" alt="" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Life is something where phases hault for a moment or two...and when u start getting use to it...it kick off badly...the ability to manage this particular situation is a best solution to life...but to those who are emotional folks like me...suffer most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears will only make u reflect past and make u regret..instead of this try to clear the mess and move ,chase ,run for urself .Absorb ur pains ,fears so that u r not dependent on anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1581055897843626111?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1581055897843626111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1581055897843626111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1581055897843626111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1581055897843626111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/04/solid-ground.html' title='Solid Ground....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3135951733810386219</id><published>2009-03-21T20:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:18:02.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khokho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>My kHokHo</title><content type='html'>I start my day with 'khokho'. khokho is a Super Human. I got him ,and that's what makes life lucky ! Khokho ,is extraordinary than the rest in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Wikipedia, &lt;b&gt;Kho Kho&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India_%28disambiguation%29" title="India (disambiguation)"&gt;Indian&lt;/a&gt; sport played by teams of twelve players who try to avoid being touched by members of the opposing team, only 9 players of the team enter the field. BUT, a biiig BUT this khokho is not THAT khokho. Its playground is not rectangular but a vicious circle! The circle moves with two phases emotional and a zest  to live life,to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khokho dream to be a military man and a business man. He prefers the latter however, more important. To adjust, the loss of military man he can marry a daughter of a Military Man! Khokho has excellent skills. He can beat anyone ...yea anyone with his knowledge- a wide and  practical one. A biiig CRITIC is KHOKHO ( he will even criticize this post! @#$%) My khokho..is a great father ,his kids will be the luckiest on this earth.BTW, Khokho will have two kids ,there names would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Munn'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Garv' -Garv se badhkar kuch bhi nahi !&lt;/span&gt; Khokho's wife will be prohibited to drape Sari !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khokho has no word like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S-a-T-i-A-f-A-c-T-i-O-n&lt;/span&gt; in his dictionary. He will reach Mt.Everest and will still say ,it was just 'ok' !And, will find out something more exciting then and there! Khokho loves South Africa ! But, he aspires TURKEY or ROMANIA to be his land for Honeymoon! You bet, he's adventurous! KHOKHO watches a lot of movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khokho dosen't have flat abs :P BUT he's health concious :) My khokho, is a multi-tasker he can shave,brush and read newspaper at one go! He sleeps, only for 4 hours in a day and works all through the day activily . Khokho is a girl's charm. He's so adorable that everygal would run after him but he will still act very nice to them.And, then again gals will not forget him! Khokho is perfect for any gurl, he will turn a B****H into an angel ! Quiet hypnotic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khokho has a very good heart. It has to be handled with care. He's going to keep his girl like a QUEEN. A man of principle ,who set aside his wishes to achieve his dreams. He has the power, vision,courage,determination to achieve what he want in life. He fights back the hard path so well that even bad days seem good.He plans and he works out.sure as hell he's FOCUSED. He can be a ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest KHOKHO has survived the wrost episodes of life and has come up as a WINNER again and again to live life and be the King! He never STOPPED life despite crying over life like others he motivated not only himself but others who come in his life. Every day for him is a new day to achive biiig in life! At times, he does feel a bit low but once he gets his 'bachi' :P he's back to planning and working and implementing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so muucch to write about MY KHOKHO , that this life will be less. But, for now I takecare of  your patience and drop you into a world of KHOKHO. But ,there's more to come about khokho, in next post, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me , kHOkHO is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FATHER&lt;/span&gt; who teaches me best lessons of life also give me wild drive into a different world ,a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt; who points out right and wrong in me , a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND &lt;/span&gt; - the one I never got in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love u kHokHo ! You are the best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.S&lt;/span&gt;: KHOKHO will burst at you if you call him KHOKHO :P . he loves me ! he he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/29509683-3135951733810386219?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3135951733810386219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3135951733810386219' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3135951733810386219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3135951733810386219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-khokho.html' title='My kHokHo'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3770611560202611989</id><published>2009-01-05T18:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:14:52.892+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'>Changed Voice..</title><content type='html'>Looking outside my room's window I see a twinkling star in darkness , which reminds me of positiveness in life. I never saw anything so beautiful , that was just so visible from my home ! I admire this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get up early morning , these days , my thoughts are very neutral. As in, they don't pull me towards anything ; probably the passion is missing , also the day gives me headache , this actually sounds weird  even to me ! I drag ,I drag and I drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time ,noon takes it turns I surely have had one or two arguments. Which makes me feel hostile, a bit gloomy , sense of reconciling everything and then next thing that comes to my mind is sleep or go out for traveling ! I may, do any, depends on mood and situations after arguments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, miss my reading :( , miss my tving , miss my chit-chatting on phone/net ,miss my music !! But, I just don't feel like doing anything, the vary feeling irritates me , annoys me , pesters me , after all , why I'll do past-time things when for the moment, they are not so favorite, to do !  Feels soooooo...bad and sad saying this now :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , by eve I try to catch up something good ,which lets me at least count this day to be lived. So, I go online and look for things that I should be doing etc . Forgot to mention , now even orkut sucks biig time ! In fact , all networking sites or anything of that sort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing , much is achieved even by that. Then , I get a strong urge to go and play some sports , something like squash ,badminton or basketball or even running on the athletic tracks. I always found , running and playing ,is a good mental exercise ,which broadens your thinking and calm you down ,so that you can think ,what you actually want to and you get a sense of positiveness and No Confusion ! [Courtesy : Bingo Chips !] But, the big dope here is 'Permission' . Sadly, due to rules as set by my Daddy Dear I can't step out after 6 PM ..Oh yes laugh it off !! Who cares ! grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night, I get so humiliated by rules, laws and regulations and the grilling hot sentences , that I have no more urge to live the day ...I just fall aback on my bed ,taking my pillow and with my vibrating cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing , that happens in all day long is taking to my bhai ..within a flash of time he makes me experience things which I think ,I'd have never known or faced .This man is  a genius ! He can fix problems like that, he can give u snapshot of everything ,that is in this world and his emotional level is also very very good . He does knock me down   but he's a real sweetheart.[Any girls ,interested in him ,please contact me :P lol ] Ayush bhai ,love ya lots ! Thanks a lot for making things easier for me ! May god bless always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , with all this the day end and starts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the reason I wrote this blog post is only because of that 'twinkling' star by my window , which gave me positiveness and the boost to write a new year post ! :) I've been thinking to give my readers a surprise with something new ..I hope you all like it ! Do comments folks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Happy New year !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3770611560202611989?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3770611560202611989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3770611560202611989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3770611560202611989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3770611560202611989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2009/01/inner-voice.html' title='Changed Voice..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1723809861103759347</id><published>2008-12-28T21:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:57:49.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Some things always come to an end....</title><content type='html'>"Some things always come to an end...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe in this most common saying , quiet recently. Dating back since my school days I never believed in it. I was never so practical to make a mind set , that those friends u make in your school time..will ever leave you..I knew they are studying with me for next 14 years and it is more than satisfying one could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in my Grade 7th ,I made a friend who was a good friend .She was just like me..but too loud and mischievous and use to bully others...I wasn't such type , though. She and I were seating partners in class 7th and 8th. She was a mighty figure. I could never forget her..though we departed after 2 years. We even had bad fights ,but my liking for her never got shaken. I liked the kind she was. But, she surely was not my type. Then , I realized a few things about life ,people,friendship et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 11th class , I met a new specie of people. A totally bifurcated caste n crew of our batch , which i never looked upon. All my friends took Maths /Sci  but none wanted to take Commerce. It was me , who decided to take commerce +C.Sc and continue studying in CBSE Board . I love CBSE Board .Ashok Ganguly, Rocks! :) This is the man ,whose brainchild always fascinated me about his ideas on innovating education and its ways. I like it, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 11th Class I'd new people ,new subject, new teachers ,new set of mind and yes new friends. I guess ,these two years of school life I was serious for studies,rest I was never ! I grommed myself to the best. I saw life changing its pace..friends changing their dialects....everything was a new experience and I lived it. Life was still too unpredictable for me. After 12th, I got my carrer. the kind of carrer I wanna be in. Law. I found myself, never so dedicated and head strong. It was a passion.My days n night were spent thining ,eating ,drinking ,talking law. It was a magic. I wanted it badly. I performed well. In 20 days of prep , I could manage a good score and missed my merit by .05 marks. This was disastrous! I still get shivering when I think of that day...its encrypted in my mind n heart forever . After that I cried, I cried and I cried. I filled only one form of Law ,only because my maternal uncle asked me to,who was himself a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, never wnated me to take a drop year and sit at home. that time , there were no coaching for law in my city. He was'nt even ready to send me out for coaching. It was a big mess for me. I can call them my wonder years. I enjoyed the beauty ,the power of my dreams. It was a new me ,like never before. I became quiet. Nothing in my head could make me happy apart from law ,law talks,law people. Yea, I was crazy. in my commerce college, which was forcibly decided by my dad ,I did not interacted with classmates there for 1.5 years. they knew me as a quiet girl, who dosen't talk, reads newspaper ,always carry an oxford dictinary and reacts only to professors in class. May be ,I was punhsing myself .But, that was me. Later in 1.5 years I met Su and Tej and they became my friends. Tej is still in touch but Su..she went her way  and we never became friends again...it was sad but some things always come to an end...she taught me to accept the reality of life. Grateful to her.Thanks buddy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I met a friend who was not of my age or my stream or anything. Everything was unplanned ,even our friendship and even our depart. Yes,even departation happened here too...and again my mind says no matter how good things are or the good memories they give they ALWAYS come to an end...because they are ought to end ..so that new things can come in our life and we can be loving and faithful to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note in this post, I misss all my friends who departed fomr soem reason or other...but they always remain in my heart ....things end with a bad note only but within our heart I can never loathe the poeple I once loved..thats me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u all my pals :) Miss u all :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1723809861103759347?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1723809861103759347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1723809861103759347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1723809861103759347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1723809861103759347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-always-come-to-end.html' title='Some things always come to an end....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6442494515469083681</id><published>2008-12-03T19:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:39:05.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Life moves on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Life moves on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in this phrase truly..it was moreover a filmy phrase for me.U hear and u flush it out. But, quiet recently, this has been apt in my life.The reason I accepted this crude fact ,is because of some of the most beautiful people I met in my life and they left .And, they retorted like this ' Life moves on..and then it becomes easy to live it up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurt a lot but I wanted to recuperate each time this happened ,to know the next phase of this hurt ,in my life. I wanted to know myself.  Today , I can say .I love my silence. I explore myself and its amazing to know your self each day a new thing about you , of course some good people in ur life show u that path.All thanks to them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every death, there is a birth .Likewise, after every mournful day ,there is a day of happiness when you even enjoy your remembering about your sorrows..and thus life moves on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , silly is life,where will I reach.But, I respect this life. I am positive ,it just I've more hunger to live it in a productive way...doing all a human can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6442494515469083681?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6442494515469083681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6442494515469083681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6442494515469083681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6442494515469083681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-moves-on.html' title='Life moves on...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1499483835805746694</id><published>2008-12-03T18:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:18:43.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frust'/><title type='text'>Detest to be a girl child !</title><content type='html'>I am very firm on writing about, me being a girl child . Recently , I have been so annoyed and disgusted with the people around ,who have not left a single opportunity to criticize me of being a girl  child. That ,I hate the to be a girl child.I seriously do ,for very first time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is life so crude and unfair being born as a girl child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't do things , the best things in the world just because YOU ARE A GIRL !? I am a human after all. I have passion for other things ,which I've just read or heard or seen .But ,can never ever do it life ! How partial is this? I can never go alone on Bike Ride ,driving in the deep down valleys of Leh-Ladakh , Kashmir , and for that any place ! I can always ask my future hubby or the guy in my life to assist me  in my ride , depends, whether he likes doing this or not. Otherwise, I will never be able to live it up this  wish of mine fulfilled. Had I been a guy , this would have been a cakewalk for me like other guys or like my brothers do it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point 2:&lt;/span&gt; Being a girl is so very difficult for me , because I am not a person who can exhibit feminism ! I like to be free. Like a birdie. Caring about no single thing. And ,I call it life if I can do things ,that I like and want to do. At least, my people should never stop me doing things just coz I am girl ! And, I am very well aware of the experiences I'd while doing things that a girl should'nt have generally. People, do form a negative opinion about you and they don't wanna try you or they have no-good response towards.That's Gross !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point 3:&lt;/span&gt; I cannot use some words or dialects or phrases or go alone after 6 pm to market ,just coz I am a girl ! What am I for? Are we living in some god damn conservative world? What you have to do with time or place or whatever?! Why can't you do things , just they way u like it ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point 4:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you suppose to do the psuedogiri the other female in your family or in your relatives/friends have done? Why can't you just BE YOURSELF? Why your anger is mistaken often as crossing line of the honour and pride of your family? Why you have to be sophisticated  and acting all the time , which you just don't want to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point 5:&lt;/span&gt; Why your every decision about life/career/ambitions is depended on others? Why are you always sympathised for being a girl?! @#$% And , why if any failure in your comes, is backed with the reason ..that 'you could have avoided , should have used brains to stop urself doing this n all,after all u r a GIRL! Girls ,don't do this. These things don't suit to girls'  I guess ,then its better to live life as a bitch then as a girl ! At least , you will treated as a DOG only !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when my volcano will burst out..when I will fly as a bird in true sense ,caring of nothing ,not binded of any rules and regulations and of allegations . And, to live this life simply as a HUMAN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if not in this life..I'd want to take birth as a boy. I love their freedom and they actually live life in true sense.They show real human spirit.Hats off to them for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1499483835805746694?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1499483835805746694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1499483835805746694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1499483835805746694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1499483835805746694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/12/detest-to-be-girl-child.html' title='Detest to be a girl child !'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5888304397331790748</id><published>2008-11-21T09:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:56:49.838+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>BB Movies : Dostana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SSZvKI9vO3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y5A3TEg24WI/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SSZvKI9vO3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y5A3TEg24WI/s320/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271022633879550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ,its&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Dostana '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . No, you know its&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt; ! The story is light ,very light. And watching this movie early morning ,is a waste. I suffered this. Yesterday, me and my friends went to catch up 9:30 am show of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dostana&lt;/span&gt;. I did not wanted to watch the movie,but due to mood swing ,I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot narrate the sizzling Shilpa's number ,because I missed the beginning of the movie ! I was lucky to miss 15 mins rest of my friends missed 30 mins of the movie ,crazy ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously , have no interest to tell you the story because there's no story except the fact, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; in the movie act gay just to get the citizenship of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt; .Being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;, you get the permit within 1 year ,which generally takes 5 years for others. So , they play smart. In the mid, they are also looking for an apartment ,which has best of facilities at a reasonable cost and a beautiful lady around. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Priyanka aka Neha&lt;/span&gt; is the beautiful gal who let them share her apartment to pay off her loan debts and also she feels secure to have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt; as housemates.Quiet logical,only if guys are really gays! No offfence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Neha's dressing sense.Amazing.She was utterly looking ravishing ,hot ,beautiful ,but guys in the movie or theater did not gave her a damn !? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprises me&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; ,looks superb in the movie, c'mon he can't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; rather we should put it like he should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;, was not so appealing but his gay acting was very real and natural.I laughed and so did others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disliked ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boman Irani's&lt;/span&gt; role ,too goddy. And, B&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obby Deol &lt;/span&gt;was real spoiled sport ,not a single impressive expression ! There's a kid in the movie ,who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bobby aka Abhinav's son&lt;/span&gt;. He's very sweet and  I liked him :-) And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs Anupam Kher &lt;/span&gt;plays truly pathetic ! No comments about other characters. I was wondering Karan would surprise us with Special Appearence of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SRK&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kajol or Rani&lt;/span&gt; ,but none were there , only a silly video of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Kuch Kuch Hota Hai &lt;/span&gt; was sreened in the movie , which sucked big time . Karan , please don't ever try and make movies without SRK , u suck man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, that I noticed while watching and would want to share is , if you(girls) go and watch this movie with guys ,then don't sit next to them and keep on noticing the changing expressions within quantum of time.Its more exciting then the movie.! Later, you will hear their cry out to sit with  girl(s) :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;N.B:&lt;/span&gt; And, yes the above expression in guys will come ,when they see the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kissing scene of John and Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;,its said to be highly influential ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5888304397331790748?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5888304397331790748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5888304397331790748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5888304397331790748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5888304397331790748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/11/bb-movies-dostana.html' title='BB Movies : Dostana'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SSZvKI9vO3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y5A3TEg24WI/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-4890437167353570883</id><published>2008-11-11T09:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:22:08.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourn'/><title type='text'>My FishBowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SRkOMthlzTI/AAAAAAAAACg/5-XTxofxGwU/s1600-h/fishbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SRkOMthlzTI/AAAAAAAAACg/5-XTxofxGwU/s320/fishbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267256850728209714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; My Fish Bowl     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a non-veggie.But, I never tried eating sea food.Ye , not even fishes! There is a reason to it,in childhood my paternal aunt was very keen to make me taste her delicious fish curries. She did convinced me for her Chicken Curry and I loved it.But, with fish curry I really could not make up mind.Because ,I saw a blooded fish in my maid's hand and I got scared! That's my childhood story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, many of my relatives called me for fish parties and were very insistent to make me eat fish.But, I always ran away.Yes, I ran away! They were amazed to find a non-veggie like me who likes chicken and meat but not a fish ! Even aphorisms like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A fish makes your mind sharp'&lt;/span&gt; were made often and now to inspire  me for eating it . The bottom line is, I never considered eating fish or for that matter sea food in my life.Though, Roadies did inspire me sometime back, but that's worth it, isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my new hobby or introducing my new pets. I have got fish(s) as my new pet. I wanted to keep them ,though the vary idea of changing the water of the fishbowl ,every week ,did stress me ,but after one trial I believed I would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping fish in a fish bowl is probably the simplest way you could keep a pet fish in your house. As its simplest form, all you would need is the bowl, fish, water, and food. For the right conditions and right fish, life in a fish bowl isn't terrible. It isn't terribly exciting either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of keeping fish for either food or as &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.ratemyfishtank.com/articles/56#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goes back at least 4,000 years. The Chinese have a long history of keeping fish inside in containers. Supposedly Madame Dubarry, Mistress to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Louis XV&lt;/span&gt; invented the &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.ratemyfishtank.com/articles/56#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fish bowl sometime in the mid 18th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, never agrees upon any pets .I love dogs and she even discards that :( She also have a logical reason to this, as in who would take care of our pets when we go on tours or for outings.The result would be, they'd die !And, at no cost I would want that to happen. I do connect with pets :) And, with dogs I love talking to them , playing with them, cuddling them and everything .I simply, love dogs .Can even make voices like them,that of a puppy .Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to fishes ,guys ! I've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 fishes and 2 fish bowls&lt;/span&gt;.The golden fish is named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meethi&lt;/span&gt;. The others are named by my sis and I really don't understand why she kept so difficult names for the pets ! I won't name them, coz I don't remember the names ! Also, as she says there is one male fish ,who is every time dominated by other female fishes.So, we truly admire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chotu&lt;/span&gt;,yea that's the name of this black-male-fish. They are cute. The best thing is ,watch them eating there most awaited fish-food ,which I daily do.Its my duty,coz I get them at home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In idleness , I gaze at them,smile at them,mull at their life.It relaxes me.I feel good.Also. gradually my mom started liking them and declared we would keep fishes and buy them new bowl and she was very happy with it. Every relative, friend,neighbor,stranger that come to our place was amazed to see them and was aspired to keep fishes at their home ,as well.This was good.My home , was a live PlayStation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the morning I felt like changing the water of fish bowl,which is very delicate and big to handle.I was preety confident ,I'd be able to replace the fishes and change the water, which got very dirty. As I took them ,and handing carefully to the tap.The fish bowl ,got broken up into pieces and the fishes , they were dying out of water !! I was alarmed, panic,nervous,mournful.I realized, I love them now ! And, can't see them dying ! I screamed ,call my sis ,she just woke up with my scream and tried her best to put back the dying fishes back in the water. Fortunately ,mom was not at home. Otherwise, things would have been difficult. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the fishes were transfered to a bucket and I cleared up the mess and the broken bowl. I was mournful.And, my heart beats were high .Again and again there was a flash of dying fishes in my eyes.I was sooooo sad and depressed. Later, I just went back to the tap and saw ,one fish out of the bucket ,she was dying. I again screamed and this time picked her to put back to the bucket.I guess ,she jumped out of the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastly,I got the new Fish Bowl from a friend. Put the fishes,back in the new bucket.My sis was my moral support and she played a spartan ,in here ! And, gave me lots of fundas early morning !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, did got the info and she was disappointed with me and wanted me to give away the fishes.As of now,   the fishes are safe , mom is cool headed but I am a bit panic. I never want them to die or go away.I love them .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-4890437167353570883?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/4890437167353570883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=4890437167353570883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4890437167353570883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4890437167353570883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fishbowl.html' title='My FishBowl'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SRkOMthlzTI/AAAAAAAAACg/5-XTxofxGwU/s72-c/fishbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6839436299458990875</id><published>2008-11-10T01:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:02:04.905+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><title type='text'>I am DEAD.And,I RE-BORN again to live..</title><content type='html'>I have died.I was not in shape to handle rest of my life sensibly and possibly in a condition of living it happily. I had to end it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've killed myself&lt;/span&gt;. And,now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am dead&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody should cry for my death ,but only ME.Because,I want to get up myself.I want to be a new human,a new person with new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have killed all those tiny ,small,large things that have bothered me for long and have put me in question whenever I confronted myself . I believed, things that never existed. I was too overdriven to see the reality  myself. Many people, helped me showing that but I never took it because my heart was not ready to accept it ..i am so very thankful to them for being my guiding and apologies for not respecting their sincere advices. Today,I got the reality out myself .I feel glad I did it. I did stumble but I have also reached this day when I am with guts and will to kill myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, was too good the way it was,so far.I loved myself for being whatsoever I was and will always.But , I'd to DIE to take a new BIRTH ,so that I can start on with a new life.This can be said as, I've taken Mercy Killing.I'll end the best part of me ,because that's the reason which made me feel/see/face the worst part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new birth, I will live.Live to the best.Its difficult ,very difficult but I can't be fooling myself anymore...I have got all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'assumptions'&lt;/span&gt; cleared.I was so very wrong.No one , is to be blamed..for my death its me who demand and take this bravely. Don't cry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong .I am sure I'll get up and emerge as a shining star.Precisely,that's why I call for a new birth So, that I can FORGET all and make things normal for myself and people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ,give me blesses and love of my family and friends.They have given me lot of support and love and care.I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,now on you'll see a new me.. coz now I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6839436299458990875?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6839436299458990875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6839436299458990875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6839436299458990875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6839436299458990875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-deadandi-re-born-again-to-live.html' title='I am DEAD.And,I RE-BORN again to live..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5252214313175761627</id><published>2008-10-27T17:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:47:39.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happybday'/><title type='text'>Cruel Melody..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SQWup4lG_-I/AAAAAAAAACY/-ksTwCrLd0A/s1600-h/Black.Light.Burns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SQWup4lG_-I/AAAAAAAAACY/-ksTwCrLd0A/s320/Black.Light.Burns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261803774238195682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Black Light Burns photo 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                     from left: Wes Borland, Danny Lohner, Marshall Kilpatric &amp;amp; Nick              Annis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Biography of Black Light Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Los Angeles, California USA-based Black Light Burns is the new project          from former &lt;a href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/L/Limp_Bizkit.htm"&gt;Limp Bizkit&lt;/a&gt; guitarist Wes          Borland.&lt;/p&gt;       The group, with the debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"Cruel Melody"&lt;/span&gt;, brought many          talented musicians together to create a very unique Alternative-Metal          Industrial full-length disc; the studio version of the band consists of          Borland on vocals+guitar, longtime &lt;a href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/N/Nine_Inch_Nails.htm"&gt;Nine          Inch Nails&lt;/a&gt; accomplice producer bass guitarist Danny Lohner, keyboardist          Josh Eustis and drummer Josh Freese best known for his work with &lt;a href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/N/Nine_Inch_Nails.htm"&gt;          &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/A/A_Perfect_Circle.htm"&gt;A Perfect Circle&lt;/a&gt;. The touring          line-up features Borland, guitarist Nick Annis, bassist Sean Fetterman          and drummer Marshall Kilpatric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I liked is, this song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;'Cruel Melody'&lt;/span&gt;. Just have a look.Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I could paint your picture&lt;br /&gt;I'd paint you as the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you become the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall into you&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you swallow me&lt;br /&gt;So I could see you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And it's a cruel melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That you sing when I'm away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find where the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;In a land that's turning gray&lt;br /&gt;And it's a cruel memory&lt;br /&gt;To look back on who we were&lt;br /&gt;'cause my past is a poison&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never find a cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could break a promise&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell 1000 lies&lt;br /&gt;To have you look at me agains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But your heart is empty of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It wasn't meant for me to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a cruel melody&lt;br /&gt;That you sing when I'm away&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find where the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;In a land that's turning gray&lt;br /&gt;And it's a cruel memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To look back on who we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause my past is a poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll never find a cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, I might as well be yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5252214313175761627?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5252214313175761627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5252214313175761627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5252214313175761627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5252214313175761627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/10/cruel-melody.html' title='Cruel Melody..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SQWup4lG_-I/AAAAAAAAACY/-ksTwCrLd0A/s72-c/Black.Light.Burns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5272430278620554347</id><published>2008-10-12T19:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:44:56.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><title type='text'>A Suitable Writer</title><content type='html'>How easy it is for people to become trapped in their conceptual prisons.The human mind,in its desire to know,understand,and control,mistakes its opinions and viewpoints for the truth.It says : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is how it is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've to be larger than thought to realise that however you interpret your life or someone else's life or behavior,however you judge any situation , it is no more than a  viewpoint , one of the many possible perspectives. It is no more than a bundle of thoughts. But reality is one unified whole , in which all things are interwoven , where nothing exists in and by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realm of conciousness is much vaster than thoughts can grasp.But, still there is one community ,namely writers which testifies to having understand a situation,viewpoint,opinion or thought or for that matter anything, that they can readily sent it to print within 1-2 years of time!  This is a crude fact we all readers ,want to writers some day [I really want to cast polling on this :P ]. Many ,I knew have become good writers, authors.They own a 2-3 novels on their name. No one could write non-fiction so far,so thats probably where I can show my meetle at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chetan Bhagat &lt;/span&gt;is the Big Bazaar of the Indian Writers.He's an inspiring example to every Indian , that Indian fiction do have a taste ! Probably , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life @ IITs and IIMs and not to forget LOOVE -Bollywood Style are three hot fuming topics of the millinium. &lt;/span&gt;They sell everyday and everyday a new reader and hence so many writers are born. All sell.  After all, each of the books costs less than a medium pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly not criticize Chetan like others do, because I genuinely liked him in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FPS&lt;/span&gt; and that inspired me to dig more novels.Since, I started taking novels seriously .lol :D  But, really Chetan needs a break! Reading , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three mistake of my life seemed to be one of my mistake in life! &lt;/span&gt;Likewise , other Desi writers are out , to name a few,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything for you Mam -By Tushar Raheja&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhin Sinha 's -a thing that called love&lt;/span&gt; [this is the title of the novel; I told you love sells! ] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course,I love You ..Till I find someone better&lt;/span&gt;[again , this is a title]- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Durjoy Datta &amp;amp; Maanvi Ahuja&lt;/span&gt; . I am currently reading, I love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blink blink blink.&lt;/span&gt;Will post the review! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular thing, I observed in all Neo-Indian Writers is indefinate usage of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'F'&lt;/span&gt; word. They just can't resist it. They must think, if the book is trash the reader will ignore it using the same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'F'&lt;/span&gt; word ! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;trend is undoubtly setted by Chetan Bhagat , who explains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;word help raising the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marginal Revenue&lt;/span&gt; ! What a genuine and obvious tip. Excuse me , my dear readers for not having make you read the entire&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F &lt;/span&gt;word as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;, and may be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Entertain yourself ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am giving more chance to Indian writers this year , many of my friends suggest me to quit this and shift to branded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#No.1 Bestsellers of Newyork !&lt;/span&gt; Pardon me. This particular Tee Tag  bug me. So, I am trying out my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desi Bhai's&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian writer I am excited about is , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are here - By Meenakshi Reddy&lt;/span&gt; .The cover page is scintilatting and the novel really smells good! I've got the copy today , will read it as I complete F tags ! Also , I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudha Murthy's ,Dollar Bahu&lt;/span&gt;. Rest in Indian Authors , my deares6t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khushwant Singh&lt;/span&gt; is still alive and recently he came out with his short collection, inaugrated by PM Manmohan Singh .And, I've long list of vintage Indian Authors.Will mention sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanjay Dubey Ji&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sikander&lt;/span&gt; have just published their novels . One is tittled , An Invasion to Delhi . The later , he has three books at one go ! Sikander, are you serious ! He's a history buff. He 's writing one on Cuisins  HenryV had,which is claimed to be Indian food he liked most ! The other two titles ,I am not aware of .Probably, calling Sikander in Pakistan for this will cost me for no reason .lol . I wish Sanjay ji and Sikander all the best for their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My Indian pseudo dream - I wanna be a writer ! Its an outcry, don't laugh folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, to the mind all this is not significant ,ie. becoming a writer not reading ! ,because it has most important thing to do for next 2 years ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, the next step in human evolution is to transcend thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love reading and books .Its my passion.forever and ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5272430278620554347?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5272430278620554347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5272430278620554347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5272430278620554347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5272430278620554347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/10/suitable-writer.html' title='A Suitable Writer'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7394953407907858984</id><published>2008-09-19T12:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:42:52.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Mrignayni....</title><content type='html'>I get a very different feeling , tried not to write it on my blog from past 1 month or so..but today I realease all the contraints and want to express something ,that has been troubling me for quiet a long time now... again  I am writing what comes to me at the moment aint' analysing or editing anything..neither after completion of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I tango with life differently, I m sure all do. Still, I believe  I am different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvida ....or terms related to Alvida or any song that has the word Alvida , it sucks me . Call it humiliation. I HATE IT. There is a reason , to everything I do or don't do.  Can you ever ever ever in your life say Alvida or Goodbye to anyone , from your heart? Yes or No. What's real  , will remain real . No matter u deny its existence. Then Y Y Y , assume something that you heart isn't ready for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its like doing something you don't want to cast vote for but you are mandatorily doing for the sake of @#$% .  I dislike all the feeling to Alvida or goodbye , its completely fooling yourself and I AM SORRY , I will not accept that foolish ...uterly foolish statements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many others things we can think upon for eg. life in Carribbean , or a exploring life of a single traveller or of an Invisible existence of an human. I am certainly , deciding to change the line of  post . I mean  come on, a change is important in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, when you get aprt it dosent mean a goodbye but a break which will turn out positive to make the prevelant situation ie negative ,to make it happier and know the thing /relationship  in a much better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my minors  from 22 Sep 08, first exams of the season . Hope, I'll go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7394953407907858984?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7394953407907858984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7394953407907858984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7394953407907858984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7394953407907858984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/09/mrignayni.html' title='Mrignayni....'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2233612031409793691</id><published>2008-08-31T06:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:11:01.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nitb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>From Nail Bitting to Drooling,is M.B.A!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to share this news with my blog buddies ,that finally I've taken my admission in M.B.A and am off to a professional life.I don't know, how many changes I'll bring in myself, in the two years of this course.But, surely I'll try and keep my real self alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the addition, I'd seen many people who completely have changed ,esp. after doing M.B.A and they became very crisp and selective to the core. This course does make you like this. Precisely, that's the need of the hour. Some three years back , I met somebody who was pursuing an M.B.A from a prestigious institution. This fellow was an eye-opening experience to me.I saw him growing, in the two years of M.B.A . How, he attained everything with fine perfection.I think , I was actually stumped ! But, he could never convince me for M.B.A.To the contrary,he never  wanted to! I never saw him taking this course as a burden, he enjoyed every single moment to it and yes he eventually was a true charmer. Now, I understand how he was so dexterous  ! Later, when he got done with his placements (of course a biig fat salary !) .He joined the same corporate life where nothing is fun all is (mind)game !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a drastic change in him.He hardly use to crack a joke or throw smileys! Earlier he was so flexible and ultra-cool.A sportive guy , who was always interested in rarest of the rare things and there was no partiality,in his passion for things.But,when in job he became just the opposite. An anti-social parasite. A hot headed pig! No-jokes-territory was his  all time location. And, his humor got worse.I try and ask him out the reason for this abrupt change and he just answered ,'Its work..work.. work!'. I heartily  felt bad for him and never wanted to loose my real self , like he did in the burden of work.There were several other things,which I avoid to mention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times , I contradicted him and got the ball in my court that life after college is rock boat but you can be happy ! He also stopped being a benefactor! [:P] No blandishment,intended !But, he was one stubborn guy I never wanna meet anybody like that,again! I retorted , and took a pledge sort of, that I wouldn't change after M.B.A ,like this! I doubt, a bit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason to the motion, its just four days of my M.B.A college and things have taken a fast track , where I've no time for anything that's not of any relevance. Its hard to adjust ,after four years in co-ed  after three years of strict feminism and womanhood , how can I give the trade to bandits(guys) I've solemnized to shoot at sight ! Also,  9 to 5 classes schedule will take time to bury the hatchet .But, classes are fun.I enjoy them , and they satisfy me more or less. I always wanted a practical approach to my studies, no mugging for me! The vary thing annoys me, from top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love presentations, projects, communication, tasks, cross-counters , am enjoying it all !What piss me off , is the inability to receive the gestures,dialects,attitude of extra-punk people ie. of the bandits!  I mean, there were things  which my friends use to say and I've reacted so badly,that they felt sorry for doing it. But, now I have to gladly bear all this! I feel,I did injustice to me friends. I am sorry. But, that's the way I am. You get the pun?  No vampire,bites plz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment , I feel like saying ,I am an introvert! No worries, I'll soon have to change otherwise journey won't be smooth and enjoyable. The past repents all , you see. And, you understand the worth of each moment in life.Thanks , to that mind set , that made me drop a year. I,respect my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, my dear readers will enjoy this blog now..may be I was boring before ! Also, I am being ragged and forced to do insensible things :( I hate it and thats the course of this professionalism ,from nail biting to drooling !?! ;) :P :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2233612031409793691?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2233612031409793691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2233612031409793691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2233612031409793691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2233612031409793691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-nail-bitting-to-droolingis-mba.html' title='From Nail Bitting to Drooling,is M.B.A!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8272891513835628486</id><published>2008-08-19T10:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:02:02.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>My Break Year</title><content type='html'>We can easily and readily soar to success if we think and believe that we can definitely and positively attain success.Anything is possible to him that believeth and toils. Napoloeon and Linclon,Gandhi and Churchill,Roosevelt and Lenin ,Edison and Marconi,Shakespeare and Leonardo da Vinci,Ford and Rockfeller , have all been mortals and men like you and me. If they can succeed and attain greatness ,definitely you and I also can ...this was the positivity and spirit, I'd in me when I decided to take an off year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my crucial decision and never in my dreams I thought ,I'd take a break for M.B.A exams ! My first love has been law and in my undergraduation ,due to family reasons I could not take a one year break which would have certainly landed me to one of the National Law Insititute. But, that time taking a year break just for prepration of law , was a big deal for my dad. He convinced me ,to pursue it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I completed by graduation last year and was all set to hit a law course abroad. I can't blame anyone , neither do I want to blame anyone for my incapibility to decide how will I take my next step. Of course, by the time I passed out, my family was dead against me to pursue law any furthur and kept screwing me to do M.B.A and earn and live life kingsize ! phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of friction happened at home,none were at my side and my standards were totally going imaginery. As it is said, 'If you don't decide for urself u r forced to take what others decide for you'. I am one of the victims,of this phrase. Things got worse for me,as my decleration of taking drop year got into official year 'one year off '. I don't want to make this post negative ,what has happened in this one year span has definitely not been comfortable but I learnt the best of life from this one year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..am constantly in the process of learning, I am preparing myself for the journey ahead….I am growing as a person, I am exploring different facets of mine…which I never got a chance to explore when I was into a fixed regime of a student life…. I never thought ,I'll indulge in a social cause and protests which was totally off track thing ,for me but I did it and helped many and learnt a lot about different facets of life.It was a good experience...I spent a lot of time with people who were younger to me,elder to me.I enjoyed every single moment with them. They made me laugh,made me feel good at times of misery and gave me a reason to feel the spirit of life-Thanks to all of them ! Esp. Chabbs,Tej,Swati,Tinu,NKS,Chaitu,SVL staff n frnds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, people call me a dropper. Dropper is such a depressing word….such a negative term and therefore I have dropped the idea of calling myself a dropper its better that other learn it too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because people who have taken a break from their studies are not droppers they are learners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, there are number of students from different streams who prepare year long with a positive notion in my mind, they'll succeed and will get their aim.Some make a dropout success saga and others could not , this does not mean they are less in  caliber or  have been licenced to be cursed at! They are strong people and they need to believe it themselves first , then only others will. Coz even if you can't make it to that dream destination of yours , but you have achieved and recieved a new 'YOU' ,just another take and who knows you are the next King! If you are confident , this world recieves you and if you are not , be ready to bow down ! Which you DON'T deserve at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlas! Just wanna say one last funda line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ugtte huye suraj ko hi sab salaam karte hai' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DJ-di (courtesy: Rang De Basanti )&lt;/span&gt; style mein bole toh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Is duniya vich ussi ki poch hoti hai, jiski ukaad hondi hai '&lt;/span&gt;.Grant me pardon , for my language but this is hard fact we all know  and should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one year break has finally come to an end, my seniors often say it'll be hard to get back to classroom teaching after one year break but there were many students I met who made me beleive we took a break with a frame of mind we have to study after one year , when work experince ppl can , who have earned a bank balance and have had a completely haywire life , than why can't we!!?? SURELY, WE CAN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I get back to you with loads of good news and with same positivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;..Moral of the story...a drop is a drop if u drop the idea of working hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8272891513835628486?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8272891513835628486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8272891513835628486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8272891513835628486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8272891513835628486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-break-year.html' title='My Break Year'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1123785985976002204</id><published>2008-07-28T16:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:01:15.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Agnee-The Fire within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SI2saRJyYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b7Wv8nbihjE/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SI2saRJyYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b7Wv8nbihjE/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228024309728043602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Agnee -Arijit,Koko,Mohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its definitely the season of Pakistani imports.After bands like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strings,Jal,Fuzon&lt;/span&gt; there's nothing left fir Indian Audience to look upon. But, there is one such Indian band,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agnee&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agnee&lt;/em&gt; is the first Indian rock band to have seen a huge celebrated main stream release. The album can be best described as the perfect blend of contemporary musicians and traditional virtuosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young trio (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arijit, Koko and Mohan&lt;/span&gt;) are full of energy and life. Formed a year back, it is a collective of three individual styles of composing and performing. Arijit with his Jazz-Rock influences, Koko with his Classic Rock, Pop and Indian influences and Mohan with his Carnatic and Hindustani classical influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's fresh from the oven and smells promising.I quiet liked there first album.In fact, in Roadies 5.0 Agnee has given the background score&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ghar se hum chale&lt;/span&gt; ;where Raghu Ram (!!) makes the special appearance in his signature style.Quiet liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,one particular song that strikes my cord is here...I might have listened to this song for odd times at odd hours ! Just have a look at this song..Its a love-costipated piece of work .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shaam Tanha Si Lage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabhi Se Hum Bekhabar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phoolon Ke Rang Dhoomil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lagne Lage Hain Sabhi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yun Na Aayi Khamoshiyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muskurati Hain Shokhiyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sune Pal Hain Paheliyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chedti Hain Yeh Badliyan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shaam Tanha Si Lage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabhi Se Hum Bekhabar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ta Ra Ra Ta Ra… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roothein Hain Naina, Mohe Na Chaina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kya Haalat Hai Meri Main Kaise Kahoon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere Jaane Se, Tere Jaane Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Main Adhoora Reh Gaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shaam Tanha Si Lage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabhi Se Hum Bekhabar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phoolon Ke Rang Dhoomil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lagne Lage Hain Sabhi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yun Na Aayi Khamoshiyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muskurati Hain Shokhiyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sune Pal Hain Paheliyan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Chedti Hain Yeh Badliyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dil se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;In addition, the video is outstanding and really takes you to different world. Check out urself .Here's the link of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73k09Vt3TrQ"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28\07\08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1123785985976002204?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1123785985976002204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1123785985976002204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1123785985976002204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1123785985976002204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/07/agnee-fire-within.html' title='Agnee-The Fire within'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SI2saRJyYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/b7Wv8nbihjE/s72-c/45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2820959424950302932</id><published>2008-07-27T08:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:40:51.280+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bcl'/><title type='text'>Aunty Climax ,dated 21\07\08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you decide to lead the orchestra you have to learn to turn your back to the crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere and quiet liked it.It means, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you face criticism and yet continue doing what you believe in ,success will be yours for the taking&lt;/span&gt;.Quiet enchanting...isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to today's extra proverbial title! My bubbling b'day passed with a cold breeze.Nobody was interested to give me gifts ! I loathe all on tat day! In fact, in my 21years of life its never happened in my life,that my parents wouldn't call it a party.It really felt now I am adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best frnds ,chabbs n tej .They both just can't take each other.SO, I'd to throw two seperate parties ! They both are close to me and I did'nt wanted to celebrate my b'day without any of them. My lovely dearest,Chabbs! Really disappointed me.And, I was super angry on him which continued for next 4 days and this time he was incredibly very patient ! I don't how he din't blurted off! And, his gift is pending..mein leke rahungi ..koi doubt mat rakhna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tej is a sweetheart , she is blunt but so amazing n good at heart.Mind u, she is one person who'll do the most dare things.To tell one.All my good friends,Tej;Swati;Chaitu;Tinu we all went to eat outside on my b'day and to have some fun we started playing 'Truth n Dare' .The most common yet most popular game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing came to me,by spinning chaitu's cell phone.I'd to choose truth or dare.I was anonymousily not allowed to take truth and thus had no option but DARE. I opted. And, my loving Tej ,asked me to go to the guy sitting diagonally to us and, ask his name, number and eat from his plate ! This sounds gross! And, the first thing came to me, the guy can have Tuberculosis. I completely denied doing this.And, asking his name ,number..my foot. Tej got fussed up and said, lets leave when you don't wana play n all...later I challenged her to do so...n u bet she did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, later the guy got after her, to get her number but she had solutions even for that. So, our evening star that day was 'Tej'.After ,some photo sessions we went to lake ,did soem tafri n came back.Thanks to all my friends, they made me feel good about this day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives, they hardly made any appearance .I cut the cake ,with my parents and later my Paternal Aunt and cousin came .At 11 :00 pm I slept. So boring...was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis ,really gets my nerves .I gave her a look and she made me believe she'll give me my gift.And, guess what 3 days back ie. on 24 july.She got my due gift.And, told me I got three days late so u get three gifts this time !! ahhhhh...love ya sis. Her gift included all my fav things.. An Oxford Dictionary +a cool shirt +a watch ;which she mentioned she'll use :p The other dy, my relatives called me , to take away my gift and they gave me a dress material. I am happy with this. thanks thanks n thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, chabbs won't leave you. This dymbo gave me a list what all I've to present him. And, one day before my b'day he told me I am buying something for someone..n I did had bulbs lighten up.So, I was relieved but this idiot ..grrrr. Otherwise, he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotto share this breaking news, coming in.I've been selected in the Library Commiittee with 3 other gentlemen. This committee ,will decide what  books should be added in the library n withdrawn and other stuff. So, I hope a new experince out of this. And, recently I got a new hairstyle which has so far made a good impression on people around me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27-07-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2820959424950302932?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2820959424950302932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2820959424950302932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2820959424950302932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2820959424950302932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/07/aunty-climax-dated-210708.html' title='Aunty Climax ,dated 21\07\08'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2923323295476669246</id><published>2008-07-20T06:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:16:52.982+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Bubbling B'day!</title><content type='html'>I am just one day away to mark myself as 22 years old! Must admit, in childhood we want to grow as fast as we can , but when actually we grow , its something that we avoid most and look back to those young ,colorful years left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, far my b'day's have clinged into some or the other tragedies in family.So, din't quiet a got a chance to celebrate  it in a biig way.But, this year I was curious enough to throw a party for my friends , b'coz I've never had such a good combination of friends in my life before and frankly speaking I wanted to enjoy this moment with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 6th july 2008, I got a news ,that one of my M.B.A Aptitude exams is scheduled on 19-20th july 2008 due to modification in the selection procedure! I felt like killing them , for bringing such a bloody, stupid,inane modification in the mid after 2 months of application submission! But, then anyway I'd to give this test.My dad convinced me and I got ready.And,told my friends party may or may not happen due to my unforseen exams! I went to the test centre on 19th july 2008 i.e yesterday and these ppl put up a notification saying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; " The exam is postponed to 26-27july 2008 due to some unforseen reasons.Any, convenience is deeply regretted ."&lt;/span&gt; Can u bet that! I swear, for a moment I thought should take this test any seriously furthur or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in such a short notice, how will I plan that biig party for my friends! Add to spiece , now my dad wasn't convinced about this party idea ,somewhere outside home.And, I wanted to go outside! I did not argue, coz I knew he would listen to me but may be his mood isnt good at the moment. One of my best friend,called me asking where's the party n all and I was clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at night around 3:00 am dad got a severe  pain in his hand and stomach.We took him to the hospital and I was damn panic! By god grace, two injection worked and he did not got admitted.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You ,God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now he is able to sleep and will go for test this 20th morning and then doctors will suggest what to be done next. I want him to get well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon...I'll not fight with him anymore and will listen to all he says..BUT,I just want him to get well soon and healthy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love u Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what tommorrow i.e 21st july my b'day is gonna be like...just dad should be fine ,next year I'll put my plans into actions. I learnt one thing so far,very clearly if you are positive in your thinking you can step furthur and can concentrate on your good points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my lovely most dearest friends I am so sorry for not throwing 'that' party but am sure you guys will understand and will make me happy! The only special day in a year :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2923323295476669246?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2923323295476669246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2923323295476669246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2923323295476669246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2923323295476669246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/07/bubbling-bday.html' title='Bubbling B&apos;day!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8836630782506626302</id><published>2008-06-04T21:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:13:24.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Teri Yaadein...</title><content type='html'>Ok..now don't mull over..whose 'yaadein' it is! [:p] This is one particular hindi song that has really ringed me up these days..beautiful lyrics ,great composition ,amazing music ,defining true love..as ppl say! As , this is one of my fav song too.So, I wanna share this with all of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u'd like it..The female Version of this song is much better than male version sung by, KASEER KHAN. Anyways , here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teri yaadein, mulakaatein,wo raatein aur baatein,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teri saansein, wo baahein,ab mujhko yaad aayein,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tere bina mera jiya,sataaye kyun piya,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yaadon ne teri mujhpe,ye jaadu kiya re,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teri saasein, wo baahein,ab mujhko yaad aayein,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo adaaon,ki ghataayein,mere dilko chhu jayein,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pyaari,ye duniya saaari maine,hai tujhpe vaari,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dil ne,mere dil ne tujhse yaari ki baazi haari re,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tere khayaalon me,khayaalon me..bus tum,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meri nigaahon me,nigaahon me..bus tum,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waapas aa jaao…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mere paas,tum sada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waapas aa jaao…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mere paas tum sada..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suna mera jahaan,bhoola main hun kahaan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jaana hai jaane jaan,tera rahoon,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;piyaa…..piyaa…….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waapas aa jaao..mere paas tum sada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waapas aa jaao,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mere paas tum sada..piya tera jiya..piya tera jiya..piya tera jiya..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu hai kahaan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tera karoon intezaar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu mere dil ka karaar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;itna hai aitbaar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;maanoonga na main bhi haar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Song is From Love Story T.V Serial ,directed by Anurag Basu.&lt;br /&gt;Here ,you Can Catch up with the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tnz4-r6PKOM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;ViDeO oF ThIs SoNg  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8836630782506626302?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8836630782506626302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8836630782506626302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8836630782506626302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8836630782506626302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/06/teri-yaadein.html' title='Teri Yaadein...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8826727183949376939</id><published>2008-05-29T22:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:13:19.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Aspire-My New Blog Skin !</title><content type='html'>Well, my dear blog buddies ,friends and all.I am very happy to tell you ,that my blog has gone for a second change , on its 3rd Anniversary! Yuhoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just added a few more widgets ,and will keep adding those ,that I'd like. It was quiet tuff to decide between two best blog skin ,I surfed the net thru n thru to get something great! So, liked this and Blossom Garden ,with floral green background.Did lot of thinking and all sorts of personality tests to check out what suits and finally I landed up with this  glowie-authentic-ethnic-traditional skin with some what of yellow shade...which I really wanted to include in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ppl hope you enjoy this blog with brand new skin.Do leme know your views abt it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8826727183949376939?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8826727183949376939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8826727183949376939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8826727183949376939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8826727183949376939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/05/aspire-my-new-blog-skin.html' title='Aspire-My New Blog Skin !'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-9168465405676353294</id><published>2008-05-05T15:25:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:24:51.372+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pysci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.B movies'/><title type='text'>B.B Movies : Rashomon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7ycz1v1MI/AAAAAAAAABg/2BHv9LPA8Uw/s1600-h/rasho3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yHz1v1HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uhi_R2vnPwA/s1600-h/rash.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857236020778098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yHz1v1HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uhi_R2vnPwA/s320/rash.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;RASHOMON - By AKIRO KURSUWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yIT1v1II/AAAAAAAAABA/vgvETRDD8-E/s1600-h/rasho1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857244610712706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yIT1v1II/AAAAAAAAABA/vgvETRDD8-E/s320/rasho1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TAJOMORE ,the bandit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yIT1v1JI/AAAAAAAAABI/w2vzMwqk0QU/s1600-h/rasho5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857244610712722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yIT1v1JI/AAAAAAAAABI/w2vzMwqk0QU/s320/rasho5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MAZAKO ,wife /Tajomore Victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yJD1v1KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3Nc2ugyvZnA/s1600-h/rashomon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857257495614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yJD1v1KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3Nc2ugyvZnA/s320/rashomon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TAJOMORE &amp;amp; SAMURAI fighting for the lady.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yJD1v1LI/AAAAAAAAABY/k2ZZzcusJDw/s1600-h/rasho4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857257495614642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yJD1v1LI/AAAAAAAAABY/k2ZZzcusJDw/s320/rasho4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;THE WOODCUTTER (left) and THE COMMONER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gotto raise your eyebrow.Its me ,who has started with movies!! Must tell you,I like a few movies and recently &lt;em&gt;Bharat Bhawan &lt;/em&gt;,in my city has fascinated me a lot [will write abt it later].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing,that makes me do some effort is to make Sunday ,a fantabulous day and enjoy hell out of it! Last two sundays,have been pathetic,seriously.I was very upset.So, this time I decided to make it a happy day myself. Woke up,late. Say 10:00 Am. Called a few friends ,if they are free to accompany me for a movie.Most of my friends ,can't tolerate Bharat Bhawan movies.And, my sis who is my regular pillion refuse straightly! Give her bribes ,chocolates watever she just dosen;t get ready to come.Annoying.The movies usually showcase humanity and direction of some veteran directors which is quiet different from commercial cinema.The place is not less than a temple for art lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie had to start at 12 noon.I did not knew the flick,but as I said I wanted to enjoy myself.I took a risk and went alone. Reached before.Audience was very less but very classy.[Nah..no E.Ts ] Movie name was&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Rashomon (1950)&lt;/strong&gt;, a Japanese crime drama&lt;/em&gt;, is produced with both philosophical and psychological overtones .Its an academy winner ,directed by Akiro Kursuwo's .Stands as one of the revered filmmaker's indisputably brilliant motion pictures .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the characters in the movie have done justice to their roles. The most I admired are ,the Woodcutter(Takashi Shimura) .I was impressed with his stupendous facial expressions.Tajomoro,the bandit( he's one real irritating person) quiet a challenging role he played. And, the only lady in the movie is ,Masako ,Takehiro's beautiful wife who gets raped by Tajomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies takes back to ancient Japan ,a woman is raped and her husband killed. The film gives four viewpoints of the incident - one for each defendant - each revealing a little more detail. Tajomaru is captured shortly afterward and is put on trial, but his story and the wife's (Masako) are so completely different that a psychic is brought in to allow the murdered man to give his own testimony .And, he does this by calling ghostly spirit of the husband. Finally, a woodcutter who found the body (in actual) reveals that he saw the whole thing, and his version is again completely different from the others.Which version, if any, is the real truth about what happened ? Yeah..quiet a fix there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most entertaining part to you would be Masako's viel and eyebrow' ,and Tajomoro's laughing mockery ( a louder version of haha) Wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, some of the dialouges in the movie are worth.Here are a few of my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Commoner&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one tells a lie after he's said he's going to&lt;br /&gt;tell one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295122"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Commoner&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is there anyone who's really&lt;br /&gt;good? Maybe goodness is just make believe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Priest&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a&lt;br /&gt;frightening...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Commoner&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man just wants&lt;br /&gt;to forget the bad stuff, and believe in the made-up good stuff. It's easier that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295123"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Priest&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If men don't trust each other, this&lt;br /&gt;earth might as well be hell&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Commoner&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right. The&lt;br /&gt;world's a kind of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Woodcutter: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the one who should be ashamed. I don't understand my own soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295127"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priest: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A man's been murdered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commoner: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;what? Only one? Why, up on top of this gate, there's always five or six bodies.&lt;br /&gt;No one worries about them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priest: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for one, have seen hundreds of men dying like&lt;br /&gt;animals, but even I've never before heard anything as terrible as this.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, it's horrible! There's never been anything, anything as terrible as&lt;br /&gt;this, never! It's worse than fires, wars, epidemics, or bandits! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295129"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commoner: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, men are only men. That's why they lie. They can't tell the&lt;br /&gt;truth, even to themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priest: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That may be true. Because men are weak, they lie to deceive&lt;br /&gt;themselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commoner: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;another sermon! I don't mind a lie if it's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="qt0295130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priest: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dead men tell no lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Commoner&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all want to forget&lt;br /&gt;something, so we tell stories. It's easier that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A man has to make a woman his by his sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I liked almost ,all the dialoge but this last dialouge by Masako,the one who gets raped,in front of her husband.Said, something very deep..and true. Later she says, a woman loves a man passionatly only when he wins her heart and give love,respect.A sword ,to a samurai means everything.Just think over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ,I've entertained you. I wish ,if I could go technically too ,but its my first time ,so sab chalta hai ;) :p .I've attached some of the pics from the movie,hope tat helps to figure out cruel men and beautiful lady:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-9168465405676353294?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/9168465405676353294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=9168465405676353294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/9168465405676353294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/9168465405676353294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/05/bb-movies-rashomon.html' title='B.B Movies : Rashomon'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SB7yHz1v1HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uhi_R2vnPwA/s72-c/rash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1407410988669684699</id><published>2008-04-27T13:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:23:19.437+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Back after quiet a long time..yeah? I m just too lazy these days...partially b'coz all day am at home and also b'coz am not needed in most of the things. I am in total mod of sarcarsm.Forgive me, but I've no place then my own blog , tat can really find wisdom even in these thoughts! So, all set to get wierd ..out n out. Here I roll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good about yourself changes your whole life- but how can you achieve that? I never gave a damn it. I was free as a berdie.Lost in my thoughts , in my small world with a few ppl I like ,doing a few things that I enjoyed and learning those things which I really thought are worth to be. But..but this world is not that easy to live.The more you meet, the more you think about things.New ideas, aspirations, ambitions ,desires pop in your head and it is a Mass Distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  vast number of books have been written  on the subjects of feeling good,achieving success,realizing dreams ,offering solutions packaged in every possible format. To amaze you, I tried n explored many! What really happened with me? I m the next inspirational guru..yeah?! Ain't satisfied for sure...an author always leaves a reader with many mystical questions behind and to soul like me , who reads , then think , then explore ,then realize you can't really save your a**. In my case , the more I find answers to philosphical questions the more,I  delve  deep into the mysteries of the subconcious mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple question that always hovers my mind ,' Can I really feel good about myself?' Its an outcast thing for me. May be its some fault with me or all are like this.What can make u feel good forever? Some stupid sites always asks you in the mid of high rage,' What turns u on? n What off?' Makes me blink for hours n hours. I like ice-cream the most , but after a day ,I again feel like eating more n  more and after 4 days I feel monotonous! So, this isn't making me happy forever. Second most ticked answers 'friends' .Purlezz...this is such a hide n seek option , that I am never confident about.. whether it turns me off n on or to my friends. Problems are there n are always b'coz of ME .Taken at discreetion.Its better to take blame ,if taht what satisfies other. But, I can't no longer stand for that ,either.One statement on my self-respect n be ready for an encounter,I am too fast n furious for that. Seems I am writing 'About me'. Its good to be honest to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before writing this post, I was playing some online game.I like Play Station 1 &amp;amp; 2 and have spent my childhood in Video Games.I thought, picking games after a while will make me happy. I tried them, won in most of them  and found them too kiddish to continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really satisfies me at times is, helping others ,making them feel good about themselves.I did this,and was everytime indulged heartly but the result really gives hurt.People in this world are different.One may take it as help ,other will think some other thing. And, an emotional buff like me ,can't tolerate ignorance.Its a fact.Its good am telling this publicaly, at least no regrets will be there for future. Helping others..does give me the power, enthusiam ,a reason to smile, to do well .Its a fuel for me.My blog is really going wild today not 'rot' [:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom..Fanily..Friends..etc there are lot many things that's gonna churn up my mind.Its gonna fame and defame me. I do bother coz I am a person from th society.I believe in serving others.I admire honestly in thoughts.I don't want anyone to dance on my head or else I can really go wild. I care ,I am protective.I believe n accept what others have to say, and give my inputs if that can help them too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am emotional , but in most situations I hide them b'coz my past lessons binds me and give me fear to showw off. I do regret for not showing them and spend time analysing things,had I done.blah blah.My family, they are very very important to me.I do any insane things with them.They bear me,entertain me,stop me,scream at me etc. But, I have never been so expressive to them in my love ,that I always wanted to give them . My mom, always give me a shoulder when am in anger or crying or for anything but I've never gathered guts to admit her a Thanks.If I hug her sometime, she thinks am in too much of pain ,so I can't even do that. I don't want her to think about me so much.Though she always does! Likewise, some days back I got her flowers .She loves Red Rose. I was very mushy on that day but was feeling shy ,coz I never did it for my mom. My sis has always done this part and she's a real choco n expert in doing this. I am a real fool . Anyways, the moment I bought the flowers 120 people asked me various questions, 'For whom r u buyin them? Have u got a bf? You got a date today?n my sis ,dad they were red hot to see the flowers! ' Reason , I never went to flourist.  I wrote a note and  put it in the flowers saying ' To my loving Mom , u r the best .Thanks for being there.Sorry' I was shivering as if what!! I gave her the flowers and ran off to my room.She read , liked the flowers ,hugged me n asked why did you got the flowers? uhh....now what can one answer here! I smiled and said, 'we'd a fight n I am really sorry' . She caught me , and said 'we fight daily..then y today?' Thanks to the call that I got from my dad. I was just about to break out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's me... n here I end my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;51st post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the blog with my Random Thoughts!:) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1407410988669684699?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1407410988669684699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1407410988669684699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1407410988669684699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1407410988669684699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1429017025438686688</id><published>2008-04-13T15:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:46:51.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>rOcK sHoW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SAH5bcjumXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tcPre74G8Qc/s1600-h/SP_A0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188702495625353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SAH5bcjumXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tcPre74G8Qc/s400/SP_A0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Music is what feelings sound like." ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know at what age Music ,became my friend.The situation now is, I feel uneasy and completely frust if I don't listen to music.With age , my mood , my taste of music has changed.Earlier,I was too much intrested in romantic types.Then in later years, hard/rock/thrash music took my attention.In fact, there was a time when I was too much in myself that a song could very well relate to my life..I connect very well,even now. I owe music for my happiness and joy, that I carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, a story can't complete without contradictions ,so my parents a few friends always asked me to listen to 'good' songs , ie. don't listen to Eminem or 50 cent etc ! But, how can you make boundaries for music!?! Ok.I gotto admit this, I've never attended a Rock Show before and it was kinda my dream to be a part of it someday.I remember ,when &lt;em&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/em&gt; came to India for his first concert in Mumbai how people ran from pillar to pillar for the tickets, my cousin's friend luckily got the passes and he had amazing time out there,he literally went all the way to Mumbai just to attend the concert. My age , must have been 11 years. Later, my love &lt;em&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;/em&gt; ..ahhh! came to Bangalore ,some 3 years back and my parents just did'nt allowed and that cousin was the biiggest barrier! argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,by gones are bygones. In the recent years, Bhopal has got many Rock bands ,namely &lt;em&gt;Roadation,Joshish,A to Z ,Inferno,Gravity &lt;/em&gt;and many others.And the band members are of the age group 15-28years . They play good but they need to work more,to achieve the perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;National Institute Of Technology,Bhopal a.k.a MANIT&lt;/em&gt; recently had a Techfest &lt;em&gt;Maffick '08,&lt;/em&gt; a cutlural event ,it had many events namely Manit Roadies1.0 ,Heart Abstract,Dance,Drama and this Rock SHow,being the centre of attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, this time my sis and her friends decided to go for the Rock Show.Partially, because one of her classmate participating,they all wanted to go for cheering and dad also gave the persmission ,but time limit was 7:30pm. Trust me Rock band shows don;t start before darkness,they do some superb light settings to give you the feel of rock!At 7:15pm concert started in teh open air theater of MANIT.Girls being safely fenced in one section and guys were throw out to stand.The first band was MANIT's A to Z.They started with a soft number like &lt;em&gt;Hotel California By Eagles&lt;/em&gt;.I wish if they'd tried in a much better way.They sang 4 songs.Later,Gravity played .Its better not to say anything and be numb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, then it was Inferno ,they played in &lt;em&gt;Campus Rock Idol&lt;/em&gt; and they have a good package,in all. The singer came and started jumping crazily,he tried to connect with the&lt;em&gt; engg junta&lt;/em&gt; who are the wrost hooters in the city!Trust me , they also admit this. I really liked the lead guitarist, amazing display of head banging.Cool Attitude,somewhere close to perfection.And, that gave me a bit of satisfaction that I came to a rock show.Though , I am still thirsty to taste the real magic of rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, in near future i'll make it.&lt;em&gt;Rock on!&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/29509683-1429017025438686688?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1429017025438686688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1429017025438686688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1429017025438686688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1429017025438686688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-show.html' title='rOcK sHoW'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/SAH5bcjumXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tcPre74G8Qc/s72-c/SP_A0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-251682461081358308</id><published>2008-03-19T07:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:01:12.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LW'/><title type='text'>Live | Wire</title><content type='html'>After many years ,I have experienced and lived a day like this.Its &lt;em&gt;6:00 am&lt;/em&gt;. I am sitting at my desk,having a very very tasty and chilled Cold Coffee; actually the hero or culprit of this entire post is &lt;em&gt;'Coffee' &lt;/em&gt;! I accept with alacrity,the satge is ready to serve u too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gives me a tickling to admit ,each day of this year I've spent it trying new things or the other. I am person who is very particular abt puntuality,discipline (thoda chalta hai&lt;em&gt;:p&lt;/em&gt;) and proper sleeping habits.I can't take a nap in the mid of the,have never since I came in my senses. And, I love mornings.My ideal time to start anything new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,somehow after my comptt.exams over I'd nothing really to work on.So, mornings have been quiet late for a month or so.And, daily it gave me a hang over.Really got annoyed with myself and my mom she really got upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture this :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[18/03/08 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :- &lt;em&gt;10:30 am&lt;/em&gt; I woke up;some scream buzzers from mum ;&lt;em&gt;11:00am&lt;/em&gt; done with bath etc ; &lt;em&gt;11:30am&lt;/em&gt; a brunch ; &lt;em&gt;12:00 to 1:00pm&lt;/em&gt; online &lt;em&gt;;2:00 pm&lt;/em&gt; one of my junior asked to meet for a project annndddd there the reason to make u read this post come.I took &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cafe Frappe with Ice-cream (Courtsey:CCD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,a due treat.Its my fav. So, no regrets! Later at &lt;em&gt;4:00pm&lt;/em&gt; I was back home ;&lt;em&gt;4:30pm to6:30pm&lt;/em&gt; o/l ;&lt;em&gt;6:30pm&lt;/em&gt; got busy in sports complex; dinner at 8&lt;em&gt;:30pm&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;em&gt;9:30pm to 11:00pm&lt;/em&gt; online surfing. now, some tving part to be done,till&lt;em&gt; 00:00&lt;/em&gt; I did some tv surfing; then my dear sis she started her chit-chat to entertain me with the stories around her classes,at &lt;em&gt;2:30am&lt;/em&gt; she demanded to sleep and within 5mins she began snoring.I wasn't feeling sleepy was charged as a hip-shaker! But, all slept. At,&lt;em&gt;3:00am&lt;/em&gt; I went my mum to tell ask her like a kid ,what to do,"mujhe nend nahi arahi ?" And, after one word she was back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have never wasted my nights like this and I wanted to try something new &lt;em&gt;+&lt;/em&gt; I got the oppotunity to see the beautiful and refreshing early morning.I got excited.After some listening to some songs.At &lt;em&gt;4:am&lt;/em&gt; I started doing my yoga ..ohhh I simply loved it,after a month I got a morning to do some workout. The body can be fit,but what about the mind? SO, brain workouts are extremly popular.Well, brain workout is not just abt puzzles! I wanted to see a biiig smile in my parents ,so planned a good interior arrangement at home and a good breakfast by me.Guess what?! It worked.Everybody was surprised to see me like that.And, yes they were happy:) At &lt;em&gt;5:00 am&lt;/em&gt; I took a bath,read my newspaper.Truly Blessed.And,it was more than 24 hours I did not sleep.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Insomanic for the day!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,I figured out why I missed my sleep,when I did feel sleepy.And,it was b'coz of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cafe Frappe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ye, coffee and Tea (chai) really interupts my sleep.I cursed my junior for a while but thanked him for making me live a day like this. More to surprise my friend and crimepartner Iyush ,wrote me a pitching and fascinating Testimonial.Thanks,Buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;em&gt;7:00 am&lt;/em&gt; now and now I am desperate to go out travelling and exploring ,but no coffee or tea this time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-251682461081358308?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/251682461081358308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=251682461081358308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/251682461081358308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/251682461081358308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-wire.html' title='Live | Wire'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-3835043918773745185</id><published>2008-03-14T20:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:30:23.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pysci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>Pysci Question(S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do we ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Individual's life becomes hell when somebody pins you for a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The most common of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer can either be&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I am fine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"You don't reply".&lt;/span&gt;Some smart ppl  try n attempt the courteous way saying"How are you?" Anyways, my point of discussion is not this.Carry on with the same stuff, coz I am no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another Pysci Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who is online or offline you have to face this irksome question.The answers really show the current mental state of a person,on how he/she answers it.Generally,men usually answer it in a dry way,saying&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Nothing much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".So, one who really bothers about others provacy n life won't pin him again ,in the day but I heard there are some who won't leave! Don't really get that trick!&lt;br /&gt;Ok.muma's and gfs are the most frequent hitters of this particular question..isn't?Gotcha! In a day, the number of times they encounter you ,your call, sms,mail,online.They love asking ,"What are you doing?" I mean , there gotta be limit.One can't be a superhuman.But, the prime reason you answer them everytime &lt;em&gt;(making faces,apparently)&lt;/em&gt; coz you love them! And, in some way it assures they care for you ,so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Controversial Pysci Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Why are you not talking to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't dare to ignore this bloddy brilliant question.I am sure all have you faced it once and if not, u'll soon face it! Ok, answer for this differs with different kind of ppl.Majorly this problemetic question is find in teenager boys and 20-90 years woman! You bet.Here are some of the known types ,listed:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moody ppl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Not in mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence lovers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;will appear online,but pretend to be away or the best way logout!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interactive ppl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Tell all ,'he/she is calling,but will love disconnecting the call.God knows what 's d style statement"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; Cute ppl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Will try explaning once ,may be next time,also next time;they never stop to talk,coz they are cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to classify anyone.I myself, was at times stuck in such situation in both ways, so you see ,Om Shanti Om radar! Feels good yar..  but I can't curb my habits be ready to face it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-3835043918773745185?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/3835043918773745185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=3835043918773745185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3835043918773745185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/3835043918773745185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/03/pysci-questions.html' title='Pysci Question(S)'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2803547646957881830</id><published>2008-02-29T16:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:23:52.840+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Not a good leap year...</title><content type='html'>2008 is a leap year.This leap year has  given hurt for lifetime.Today is last day of BCL.I am emotional , senti to the core. Have been crying and frankly speaking, my mood is very very bad that I can blow anything.I mean it. Coz I did a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, other things in my life are falling at places, like from where they came, they are going backK there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like writing any furthur..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2803547646957881830?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2803547646957881830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2803547646957881830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2803547646957881830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2803547646957881830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-good-leap-year.html' title='Not a good leap year...'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5558829701919549906</id><published>2008-02-28T15:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:31:10.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bcl'/><title type='text'>Tasting the moments..</title><content type='html'>Today morning was totally stange and different.I woke up late, which I usually don't.Did'nt liked the day,but was neither willing to sleep again.My head was in pain,as if a hangover.Tears started coming out of my eyes as I tried to sit alone. Something realized me..its second last day of BCL.I couldn't do anything ,but just cry.Cry for my best place,the place which taught me to grow up,to fight from life situation ,and there are many other uncountable things which I learned from this Library and the also from the people I met ,in this library ;staff or members,anybody.They have always given me a good reason to live my life again with optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days,when I met my friends here.I never knew them,never met them before.But, our often meets is library made us really good friends. To set one example .I gotto mention about my trusted junior and friend Chaitanya.He was junior in school.I never met him in school.It was in library that we met for the first time.I was in 1st year and he entered Class11th. He was surrounded by all the kidos,who were trying to pull his leg badly.I enjoyed the gesture from these guys.And, the next thing chaitu did was ,to say"Arre yar dimak mat khao tum log (to kids) and then to me he said aap Aki ki sis ho na?" And, thats how we started talking,giigling ,going to eat pastries with all friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was often in Library ,I use to reach sharp at 11 am .Beacause my college use to leave at 11am .And, ahving no other work at home.I tried to spent my time with books and knowledge stuff.I don't know, but books fascinates me! And, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to track, at times I use to reach a bit earlier ,before library opens.So,I happen to meet Swati. She was giving her 9th class examinations. And, very innocent and intelligent girl. We met various times, in the same situation.Thats,how we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaitu was 2 year senior to Swati .But, Chaitu is the last person on earth people woul dlike to consult for academics at least! Btw, he's an IITian now.Chaitu and I use to often chat ,coz we were from same school and my sis was his batchmate.We'd topics to talk about.Later, Swati use to join us and we all related very well with each other.We use to hang out together.laugh together! It was best of the best times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Troika ,is really hurt with the disclosure coz this was the place we met , we spent good memories, lived our days.I am gonna miss all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many senior members of the library who later became my good friends, one name I can't wait to tell is NKS .This man, is an editor.And, he has got immense knowledge in the field of literature,arts, painting.I owe him a treat for telling me all new things.But, our meets have been very tragic.A very very chivalrous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to staff at BCL. I've been closer to Geetanjali Ma'm.She was like a mentor,a teacher,a role model.A strong lady with good sense of judgement,decision making,personality and of course her beautiful eyes and positive smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person was, Ashish Sir. A person dedicated towards his work.He hardly smiles.But, when he does, u gotto see that. An emotional person at heart,strict with rules and a truly a chauvinistic man.A  good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is Surabhi,she and I ,actually our troika .We use to crack jokes together and she was one optimistic of a kind,I bet U have never seen.Darling of all times.She got married off and left the job , before the closure news of bcl was spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Preeti.She came in place of Surabhi.And, we got close later but now we are good friends.She's a very down to earth girl.A simple girl who opposes things in a light manner.Had a good time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the other men Raju Sir, Mahadev Sir, Chaturvedi Sir (Favourite of all ,in his white dress always, he has been serving BCL for past 42 years ,a man of strong character but he is also known for his high temper,he rules over the library!)  and, last but not the least Lakshmi Sir. Words are really less to express the experince I gained from him and the support he gave me in my moves.A very good person and human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss all this, just don't know what 29th Feb would be like...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5558829701919549906?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5558829701919549906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5558829701919549906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5558829701919549906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5558829701919549906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/tasting-moments.html' title='Tasting the moments..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6752532079722712448</id><published>2008-02-21T12:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:01:57.689+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bcl'/><title type='text'>The Final Goodbye..</title><content type='html'>My heart is crying aloud ,my love ;my support ;my alternate existence - MY BCL is on its final countdown .After 8 days..this library which is a support system of many will be no more.Words really escape me at this moment ,when I see my library detoriating day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week back, the DVD collection of movies had been packed to be sent back to the United Kingdom .Also, today was the last day of returning the issued books to the library.I did so, rightaway. I understood one thing in the entire thing, "there are different people in this world ,they can never think similar ,if u force them to do something ,in return they will punch you back." I met some friends in the bcl ,who asked me if I am returning the books or keeping them with me forever. Frankly speaking, the vary idea disgustes me even to think like that about a holy place like this. How can you steal a book and then expect ,it will  give you knowledge? They being my friends I could'nt say mor to them but it just shows me disrespect towards the books and library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been frequently visiting the library , but as the days are coming closer a fear really hits me and tears remain in my eyes. Yesterday , I came in the library by daytime ,sat there to read the books.Almost, all the books were back to shelf.I started of with Fiction Section.As I went through the books of various authors like Jeffery Archer (entire collection) ,John Grisham(all 11 books) ,Agatha Christie (Helluva of books)  ,Rudyard Kipling ,George Orwell's Contolia ,Princess Diana's Biography et al , The Royal Monarch collection, Salman Rushdie's controversial +others! ,one of the Amitav Ghosh ,Anita Nair, Jhumpa Lahiri ,Arundhati Roy,Sudha Murthy,Mark Tully ,my love Khushwant Singh...how can I forget him! And, all such others. They happened to talk to me.I felt the mystic power .As if they are bidding me a farewell..I was at six and seven.Confused, frustrated,sad and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I entered the library.The guard outside gave me a strange look.I got puzzled.As I entered ,many members were gathered near a shelf.It was a final withdrawn sale.People were busy collecting the best books at best price.I did'nt liked the greediness ,for the first time.So, I shifted to some other section and finally wanted to write a post for my love,bcl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has struck my mind and moreover put me in a dilemna is the 'Refund Policy'.The BCL has a policy that ,all the existing members will get refund of their membership till their membership cards validity. So, you go either ways.Some who will get less money will take away books worth Rs.1000 + and those who are sincere and generous enough to return the books will do so and attain a sum from the library A/c. My case is bit critical. I wanted to return the books,so I did. Secondly, I don't want to take the money from the library butmy financial situation is worse these days , am out of balance.My family and friends are aware about the refund policy ,so they are also relying on me and thus not ready to provide me any financial help.And, this sucks! I've  not yet applied for refund and I am making my mind to stayback..again,depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very bad,that is all I can say at this moment.I really don't know ,what will be my life after bcl closure.I tried my best on my level to save the library.Slogans, Protest,Media help,Meeting the C.M and the buearocrats who told us something will happen.Recently, a question was raised in the State Legislative Assembly ,regarding the closure of bcl. The library is going  to shutdown,thats sure being a global policy.The solution is, state govt. will bring up the same type of library under the Sanskriti Vibhag of M.P .Frankly speaking, I don't believe in the govt. tag! Lets see. what happens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6752532079722712448?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6752532079722712448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6752532079722712448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6752532079722712448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6752532079722712448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-goodbye.html' title='The Final Goodbye..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7794440646945315019</id><published>2008-02-15T14:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:33:51.926+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Sssh..in memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R7VVRiRFrsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pKAOQ31N9Yw/s1600-h/METU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167129907222130370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R7VVRiRFrsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pKAOQ31N9Yw/s400/METU.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sssh..thats me. Enjoying myself,in good o'l memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mujhe Phir wahi yaad ane lage hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&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/29509683-7794440646945315019?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7794440646945315019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7794440646945315019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7794440646945315019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7794440646945315019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/ssshin-memories.html' title='Sssh..in memories.'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R7VVRiRFrsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pKAOQ31N9Yw/s72-c/METU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8507493156241173386</id><published>2008-02-15T13:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:44:39.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hindi wala Hariharan</title><content type='html'>Those who know me, they have the vary idea about my music likings too. I am very much passionate about music but I just loathe one particular type of singing and ie. Ghazals. I know, its shocking . But, I have a reason for disliking them. And, that is, Ghazals help you to mourn more! What has life given to us,good or bad , what is the sense in mourning for it? If you'r so bothered you would have done something to achieve that thing but taking help of soul-sterring words..really fails me to understand ,is the person real or fake? I am sorry to say this, but that's what I feel. And, I don't wait for a second more to change my track ,if at all ghazals do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woh..kehte hai na..jo hum nahi chahte wohi milta hai..? &lt;/em&gt;I am not either an execptional.At my home my dad and sis are biig time ghazal fans.My dad is so cruel at times ,that he drags me to ghazals nights with him and I've to play a wicked trick so that he throws me out. I remember one such ghazal night. It was Sunday, we were on a day out and later we went for dinner out.The hotel tried to entertain its customers with &lt;em&gt;Sham-e-Ghazal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered inside,the ghazal singer sat in the dias and I screamed a loud..&lt;em&gt;"Dad! we'r not going to eat here."&lt;/em&gt; Everybody looked around and my sis pinched me to keep shut , I argued .Mum came tried to convince ,finally daddy cool appeared and ordered/ warned,&lt;em&gt; "Here and nowhere else, if you want to go out tommorrow ,just sit quietly" Yea..&lt;/em&gt;I agreed and beared,yelled etc .But, that night was good. I liked one ghazal out of 20 the singer sang.&lt;em&gt; Chand andayi le raha hai... &lt;/em&gt;I never heard this ghazal before and neither after that but this was one,which really suited my situation and was an eternal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my dad has got a new collection of Hariharan.The Veteran singer. Frankly, speaking I like only a few of his songs. But, in &lt;em&gt;Dadwood .&lt;/em&gt;Nothing works. He played Hariharan collection some 6-7 times a day. &lt;em&gt;Subah utho..toh shaam ko novel padho toh, raat mein soo toh..hadh thi .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One entire day,I did'nt complain my dad about these new ghazal but he played them n number of times and for weeks I had to bear this.So, I quiet leanred a few ghazals too and like them also.Here are they:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Maikade bandh kare laakh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maikade bandh kare laakh zamaanevaaleshahar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mein kam nahin aankhon se pilaanevaale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kaash &lt;strong&gt;mujhako lagaale tu kabhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sine se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meri tasavir ko sine se lagaanevaaleham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yaqin aapake vaadepe bhala kaise karein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aap haragiz nahin vaada nibhaanevaale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apane aibon pe nazar jinaki nahin hoti hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaina unako dikhaate hain zamaanevaale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.Mujhe Phir wahi yaad ane lage hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mujhe phir vahi yaad aane lage hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mudhdaton gam pe gam uthaaye hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tab kahin jaake musakuraaye hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ek nigaah khuluus ki khaatir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zindagi bhar fareb khaaye hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mujhe phir vahi yaad aane lage hain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jinhe bhuulane mein zamaane lage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suna hai hamein vah bhuulaane lage hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to kya ham unhein yaad aane lage hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah kahana hai unase muhabbat hain mujhko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah kahane mein unase zamaane lage hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qayaamat yaqinan karib aa gayi hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;khumaar ab to masjid mein jaane lage hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8507493156241173386?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8507493156241173386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8507493156241173386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8507493156241173386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8507493156241173386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/hindi-wala-hariharan.html' title='Hindi wala Hariharan'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-2565019446272321986</id><published>2008-02-05T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:45:19.210+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><title type='text'>My Isle of joy</title><content type='html'>Everybody in their lives get a genie for once.Have you seen. "Dream of Genie" T.V show? It use to come in Sony channel.I was very jeolous of Roger, an U.S Army official who had a genie.She use to fulfill anything ,Roger ever demanded.But, Roger was a person who liked to do all his work by himself and in a legal way. The Genie got impressed and lived forever with him. But, in real life. A &lt;em&gt;Genie&lt;/em&gt; can never be your's..I thank God for introducing me to iGenie.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A message to genie,if anywhere :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" am glad you are back to life! Let some things be unsaid I have accepted all your rules and regulations about life.But, if you can take one of mine, please don't let that curve on your face ,get straight ever! Coz u deserve happiness and a smile forever for all hardwork you do &amp;amp; the way you live your life..Forgive, for my sins.And, I hope now &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dil is not parehan&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all ears anytime ,anyday. That's all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iG Have a great life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-2565019446272321986?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/2565019446272321986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=2565019446272321986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2565019446272321986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/2565019446272321986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-isle-of-joy.html' title='My Isle of joy'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6935586364875704952</id><published>2008-02-05T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:06:07.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allhd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>When Travel Unravels</title><content type='html'>A good memory can be a mixed blessing because it means you are also struck with a near permanent record of your own past adventures ,good or bad. Mine was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaving for Allahabad trip , my mum and I decided to visit the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banks of Ganges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Although, I was'nt sure I'll bath there or not but my mum was surely. And, trust me she is a determined devoutee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganga water is said to be amrita, the elixir of life with the power to absolve sin.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;'Paap dhone ke liye'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, even I answered this to all friends back home,when they asked me why Allahabad and not Delhi?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a travelling freak.I enjoy visiting places and moreover love exploring them.And, my parents and friends know, I can even runaway for a travelling pleasure! A gender factor often comes in mid but I m too smart to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt; in Allahabad,7am I woke up.Wanted to enjoy the chilly morning breeze.&lt;em&gt;Pataooed&lt;/em&gt; my younger cousin and along with him 3 more got ready.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nitesh,Shubham and Manu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, all are studying in school.Nitesh is eldest of all the three. And, not to forget I am the &lt;em&gt;'Badi Didi'&lt;/em&gt; .I asked for persmisson with my mum, if we can go out for a walk.Including, my mum all other in the family, agreed . I asked for some money and she doubted where will I go early morning?!&lt;em&gt; Kewl !&lt;/em&gt; My mousa ji , mama all came forward to give me money but I refused and took&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Rs 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only ,what my mum gave me.Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear what happens next. We walked by the lane and I instructed my cousins to show me Ganga Ghat. They stopped right there; nervous ,shocked ,amazed! Really I laughed on their faces. And, these little gentlemen told me Ganga Ghat is far off and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Mousaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will scream saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" Bhaisahab , meine pehle ki kaha tha ye teenoo ladke neekamee hai,sirf is ladki ko choor ke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .Manu ,the youngest of all mimics this very well. And more to hear from him ,he told me ,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" Didi apko toh kuch nahi hoga kyonki aap baadi hai aur hammi marenge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I did not gave a damn to what he said. And, convinced others to take me to Narayani Ghat,the nearest Ganga ghat from our residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowie! They agreed.And, Manu started giggling and telling horrendous terror stories of Mousaji.We were walking by the Cant Area and got &lt;em&gt;'The Rabbits' &lt;/em&gt;cadre.Some military tanks were exhibited by the paths .I remember one that was brought from &lt;em&gt;1971&lt;/em&gt; war.Very scenic. I have a complain from Allahabadies, yar where's the youth?! Trust me , not a single around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we hired a Tempo , to reach the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narayani Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.We walked some 4km or so. Spent Rs.8 for person. Only Nitish and I'd money. Nitish had only&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Rs.7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So, we had to budget things and I'd to take care of all them coz they came on my responsibility.Anyway , we managed to reach. We had to cross 3 gates to enter the main Narayani Ghat gate. My cousins all looked at me and said,&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Aur kahi chalna hai iske baad?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I yelled and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" Ganga kahan hai?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They laughed ,obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached.I felt glad and showed my gratitude towards my cousins.At 8:10am we entered the ghat and Nitesh said at 8:15am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" Ab haamein chalna chaiye wanra Mousaji bahot chilayenge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I explained him I'll look after Mousaji and Mum will help us.He was upset but the other two got in tune with me. We marched through the white sands to the ghat.And, it was beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pics from my mobile and splashed the amrita water on my face,legs and hands.It was damn chilled.I prayed to god to forgive all my sins,surely many! And, in these tiny tots screamed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Jai Ganga Maiya, Har-Har Gange"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It felt really good to my soul and I enjoyed every second in that place.It was peaceful.I regained some power. And, now I was ready to face any trouble.Sure..?&lt;em&gt; Mousaji..remember?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In returning , we hired a Tempo till our residence and spent the entire balance left with us.As mum said, don;t do breakfast outside so I did'nt bother to treat any of them.We reached home, all my cousins looked for reasons.And, told me not to tell we went to Ganga ghat ,and say we went to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Katra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a near by market.The reason to lie, we were 2 hours late by our scheduled time to reach home and many at home fear of death in Ganga Ghats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the home, from backside straight to the terrace , so that , Mousaji dosen't see us. I was relaxed ,coz I believed noone will pin me down on this and anyway my mum won;t mind my visit to Ganga. But, the situation got reverse. All cousins got safe custody and mum came screaming &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"where the hell were u?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't guess a reason for such a behaviour.I listened to her but as promised to my cousins ,I did'nt told her we went to Ganga.After 30 mins she called me for breakfast and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"today is the function ,and thats why we are in Allahabad, you should have taken care of the time limit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I refuted saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"I'd cell phone ,a call would have helped me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And, others in the family agreed to my point and things got normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in eve, my mama came to me n said, &lt;em&gt;"where were you actually in the morning?"&lt;/em&gt; I looked around. A naughty smiled was passed among my cousins.Quiet like a game. We said in Cores" Katra".He asked yet again .And, said,&lt;em&gt;" Katra opens at 10 am"&lt;/em&gt; . A silly point Manu said,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; "Papa , hum walk karne gaye the"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Now, I'd to open it coz I was curious to visit other places too and for that I need permission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum , we went to Narayani Ghat , and so it took us so long. She said"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Arre..mujhe kyon nahi batya ,mein bhi chalti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh..she's a darling! And, Nitish , Manu ,Shubham were ready again to go with me. Manu came and said me&lt;em&gt;" Didi waise ajj mazza bahot ayyii bas Mousaji bol rahe the&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'Bhaisahaaaab meine toh kaha tha ye teeno ladke nekamme hai "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it ,literally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6935586364875704952?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6935586364875704952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6935586364875704952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6935586364875704952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6935586364875704952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-travel-unravels.html' title='When Travel Unravels'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5438737738614172561</id><published>2008-01-31T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:36:44.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allhd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>The Great Getaway</title><content type='html'>It feels like a pre-kiddie mini break . I really wanted to experience something new and exciting. The number of days I was in Allahabad ,I use to hang around like anything. Got some scream-buzzers , some harsh comments and strange pedestrians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Allahabad the best thing I liked was cheap transport. In just 20 bucks you can experience Tricycle &lt;em&gt;Rickhaws&lt;/em&gt;. I even tried riding, was real tuff. And, &lt;em&gt;tempos&lt;/em&gt; they are just too comfy and spacious.Rs2 per head. The reason ,I know about public transport coz I use to go out secretively with a younger cousin ,who studies in Boys High School, Allahabad.Ok, let me ramble on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys High School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a.k.a B.H.S is a brand school out there. It got started in 1861 by a missionary.Its Brand Ambassadors are many but to name one is , Mr. Amitabh Bachann. This school is the only school which has got swimming pool , a huge playing ground and its located in the centre of the city .Boys out there are said to be something...! Will tell only, when asked;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other famous thing is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mayo Hall&lt;/strong&gt; also known as Amitabh Bachann Sports Club.&lt;/em&gt;The Badminton court really excited me. It has a seperate court for every game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other place is&lt;strong&gt; Hanuman Mandir&lt;/strong&gt; .You have to be careful about the timing.Otherwise, go round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anand Bhavan and Planetorium&lt;/strong&gt; are just next-to-next.Anand Bhavan has remaining of Jawahar Lal Nehru. A good place. And, planetorium take you through stars and the same old thingie.Ye, you can surely catch some military hunks out there,only if you are lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt really heard about night life in Allahabad but, &lt;strong&gt;Civil Lines&lt;/strong&gt; is a happening place. You got Atlas Mall , inside you get the Retail Chain of &lt;em&gt;Big Bazaar&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Mc Donald.&lt;/em&gt;What really excited me here was &lt;em&gt;Bunjee Jumping .&lt;/em&gt;Ye, Allahabadis do that, how kool is that! I also tried and was a greta fun.To bear, juntas reaction is hell. They are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other market in the city are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chowk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who can forget the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;banks of Ganges , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out of this world.Will describe it in a seperate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5438737738614172561?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5438737738614172561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5438737738614172561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5438737738614172561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5438737738614172561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-getaway.html' title='The Great Getaway'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-907571411476547977</id><published>2008-01-31T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:04:04.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allhd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Return to Allababad!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but every now and then I find myself pinning for travelling . No..a travellouge is not a suffecient reason! I think, it was the right time for a change. So, how could I ever say 'NO' for a trip! I had to accompany my &lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt; and a cousin sis &lt;em&gt;Somu&lt;/em&gt;.But, this time the destination was quiet difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahabad, a very beautiful place.My maternal uncle &amp;amp; aunt live there.Since, childhood my experience in Allahabad has been quiet tragic but thank god this time it was rocking! I have visited the city for 3-4 times ,till now. The biggest tragic moment came some years back when we were returning from a Shimla-Kulu Manali - Delhi trip and had to stay at our aunt's place in Allahabad .My dad got an attack and was admitted to Heart Line Hospital in Civil Lines, Allahabad. Oh..that was the time when all of us in the family really cursed our stoppage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incidence, I don't remember if  my dad has ever visited the city ,again.So, it was obvious my mum will have to go either with somebody else or with me. I really appreciate my dad for planning our trip so well . Except dad, nobody travelled alone on our family .But, this time it was just mum and me.We were shivered, truly! On your way to Allahabad you do get many nasty places and nasty passengers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we had more number ladies than men in our compartment. I picked 'Lajja' by Taslima Nasrin to read ,in my journey. Our dear train and my mom's favourite 'Tulsi EXpress' has reached every station before its scheduled time and to adjust that super speed it made us wait for hours and hours on outer stations. Very very annoying! I remember when we reached &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanni  , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a near by station.Its hardly 15-16 km from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahabad Junction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But, it took a long stay of 3 hours and here we experienced the true U.P effect ! Can you believe , we were sunbathing in the station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in our journey we met one Allahabadi ,who did his M.B.A from a reputed insti and the moment Allahabad came he went crazy , he started talkign to me and said,&lt;em&gt;" yeh meri jaanam-bhoomi hai ,hum kahi bhi ho ayyeen yahaan anee ka mazza hi kuch aur hai, hum yeehaan ke babuaa hai.." &lt;/em&gt;oh , he really surprized me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many &lt;em&gt;chaiwalas &lt;/em&gt;come to offer you steamy hot tea, with the heater below the Tea Ketley.That was something new to me. My mum, din't let down a single &lt;em&gt;chaiwala&lt;/em&gt;. I remember, the clash of two chaiwalas ,when one came and said, "&lt;em&gt; sune ho bhaiya hum hai allahabadi chaiwala, hamar se panga na lena..chalo nikal lo" &lt;/em&gt;, was enough to scare, isn't? A chaiwala into dadagiri. &lt;em&gt;Its all about GundaRaj &lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in the trip when  our train made a halt in outer. A Sainik School was there, school children with navy blue trousers and white shirts. They  must be of 14-15 years of age. I just looked outside the window and they started flirting like hell. Some crazy activities to get the attention. And comments like, &lt;em&gt;' arre dekh lo ek baar toh dekh lo'.&lt;/em&gt;I had to tell my mum and she laughed !  It was very embarrassing they all got collected some 200 students and kept gazing at me whereever I move in the bogie they too followed to get a glimpse! I was astonished to see kids of Allahabad! But, aww poor kids a train came in the other track and they missed me! I remember one kid, who was very badly gazing ,as if he gonna take me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor uncle, was waiting in the station to recieve us for past 4 hours , it was very irritating. And, I ask where's youth in Allahabad!? No glimpse .. a double trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we reached and you should have seen the happiness in my mum's face...oh she was damn happy! A Priceless smile ..so I really took the entire torture as an adventurous fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going share my Allahabad trip experience with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-907571411476547977?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/907571411476547977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=907571411476547977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/907571411476547977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/907571411476547977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/return-to-allababad.html' title='Return to Allababad!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-246110251756960506</id><published>2008-01-23T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:49:59.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The 'Unmissable'</title><content type='html'>" Its true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it,but it's also true that we don't know what we 've been&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;until it arrives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I have a lot more things to write about ,but today I want to put my spotlight on the  most uneasy and impatient word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Missing' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody in their life have some thing,some person ,some moments , some achievements that they miss in life . By the age of 21 years ,I have met many people who have given me respect to share there feelings about their loved ones. If I seperate teh feelings of guys n gals for a moment. Then  the only difference  between them would be, " &lt;em&gt;Girls admit they miss a thing ,a person n will describe u the entire thing in a nanosecond.&lt;/em&gt;" whereas , &lt;em&gt;Guys will not say they miss a thing, a person but there actions, bodylanguage goes more clear than words"&lt;/em&gt; .The only advantage guys  have ,their admittance about 'Missing' is always doubtable ! So, nobody can win an arguement with them..u bet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , I am girl and I do miss people who were in my life.I might have fight with them but I also had great time with them.There were days when I trusted them ,loved them and I still do. As it is said, good things don't last. So, that's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all the lovely humans out there, who miss their beloved but can't say it.Here I am to make u smile. Read n enjoy the beautiful life journey without regrets n grudges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u'd like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Unmissable'&lt;/span&gt; quotes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother;for those were some of the best times of my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;One day you'll miss me like i missed youOne day you'll cry for me like I cried for you andOne day you'll love me and I won't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I dropped a tear in the ocean ...The day you find it is the day il stop missing you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Absence from  whom we love is worse than death and frustrates hope severer than despair."  - &lt;strong&gt;William Cowper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you." - &lt;strong&gt;Richard Southey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"The reason it hurts so much to seperate is because our souls are connected." - &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"In the hope to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Shortly again, and make our absence sweet. "  - &lt;strong&gt;Ben Jonson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again."  - &lt;strong&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure,if I knew you were missing me too." - &lt;strong&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise .This is true of men as of dogs." - &lt;strong&gt;Eric Hoffer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I think that's enough for that day..yeah?! We all know within ourselves who much we love things , miss them but its just the words that do wonders..sometimes we say them sometimes we don't. Well all happens for the better of oneself. Live life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And ,before I leave you in memory of your loved ones..Here's my favorite quote on &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'missing'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (all mentioned above, i like them ,also) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Sometimes one pers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on is missing , seems whole world is depopulated."  - &lt;em&gt;Lamartine&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/29509683-246110251756960506?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/246110251756960506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=246110251756960506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/246110251756960506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/246110251756960506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/unmissable.html' title='The &apos;Unmissable&apos;'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-84903664735637514</id><published>2008-01-20T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:48:35.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'>Little Big Voice</title><content type='html'>I should'nt be here,then where? In the back of my mind ,I suspect I should have non-anger pills. Is the situation, so worse? But,I still couldn't really believe it, when a fight with a friend, realized me this.I had absolute faith in my relationships. I can't really say I am fit as a fiddle. But, I surmise I have learnt again something from life, relations and the aftermath,of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I see,I am not suppose to answer anyone or justify anything.But,I still prefer to be straight and clear like ,what I mean and why I behaved so and so.I am never boorish with my friends. There are some circumstances when they DON'T understand my principles,so I've to settle scores in a normal and hilarious way.I am not a talented napper .I knock off exactly after 15 minutes. To surpirze you more ,I do just the reverse of this quote, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human is very sharp creature, the more you try n work with him ,the more you are worked up! I don't understand why things get complex, when just can be soughted out in just a word of care or may be just a smile can give big time relief. But, no people love to play with games and then curse god,world,life, and yes don't forget that friend! After all ,this analysis would'nt have been possible without the hatred n support of the lovely friend. (# the one u'd fite with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for trouble? Call your friend and ask 3 good and bad things about yourself.If he/she denies , press them to answer.Still if they don't, analyse things right from begenning of the friendship. If the couterpart,wants to take some revenge from you a fight is very much possible ,even if your stars say "Today u'll have a hot brunch with a friend!" .Don't give a shit to astrology,if u ever do! You bet..the relationship get much worse and you end up saying&lt;em&gt;," It was destined to happen!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming back to fite fundas# Go on insisting for 10min with your friend to answer that question,if they still deny ?! You automatically get a spy eye..what's that can't be disclosed when we share everything? Now, that's the fire alarm! Just take a deep breathe ,your work is done. The fight is on. This situation is not less than a movie climax, the question rises ," Who will slam down the phone?" Certainly, by customs one has to keep blabbering and thus other will get a genuine reason to slam down the phone, thus mission accomplised. Want more trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hours later or a day later you miss your fighter friend.Curse yourself for doing this and being so bad, rude etc. You decide to call after some realizations.. many things come to your mind before calling.Things haunt. But, you remember one beautiful line your friend said..and in emotions you call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make faces ,when punching the number, cut the number once and then dial as if you forget the number, but that;s you ego coming in.Still you side it.Try it after 10 min ,reading a friendly- sms from them and then you again make attempt, common we are friends at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell rangs, you get concsious,raise you voice and say ,"what's up?" If voice, is apt to be normal you start with a good note or you are sarcastic anyway! If sarcastic, be ready for a heated conversation.You bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, a while you all know.C'mon ,am not the one who fights alone with friends! Many do.Its just I get very much caring . A spice in life necessary! Sorry..to all the friends .And, love you , miss you all.[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-84903664735637514?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/84903664735637514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=84903664735637514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/84903664735637514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/84903664735637514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-big-voice.html' title='Little Big Voice'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-4880920262449327195</id><published>2008-01-16T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:16:56.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaina..aks'/><title type='text'>Think Over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whatever we are waiting for - peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance - it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                    -Sarah Ban Breathnach&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/29509683-4880920262449327195?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/4880920262449327195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=4880920262449327195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4880920262449327195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4880920262449327195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/think-over.html' title='Think Over..'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8547066251366900391</id><published>2008-01-16T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:09:33.910+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A day out!</title><content type='html'>My inner conciousness is very abstract.I am really moody but some things I just can't leave! My mood really ditch's me, at times.Life has so far taught me many things.But, I do find a drawback with this ongoing experince.I have to compromise my feelings,emotions..that often destroys my inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above written is something that just came in my mind to write and so I did.Hope some gets the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an alarming morning ! As these days I am at home.I spend my entire day in my way.But , today's morning was in comparison the most adventerous. My dear sis, missed her bus so I had to drop her .A triple seater driving in the early morning when you have just woke up?! I am very particular when I've to drive ,whether you like it or not. It took me 15mins to reach 35km.YOu can imagine the speed of mine and the condition of my two sweet pillions. They screamed but they reached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Back home,mum told me to get some work done .Later,I got a call for a meeting ,in refrence  to BCL.Now, no appoinments could be taken.Some 25kms again I'd to drive .This place was unknown to me,and this was National Highway 12. I could view only trucks,lorry.trucks ,lorry! Any how I reached.Did my work ,learnt a new thing(will write a post on that ,later)  Was a kool trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back my college pal &lt;em&gt;Tej&lt;/em&gt; called up to attend a party.And, I just could'nt say NO.We made plans before but just date wasn't confirmed.And, my dear best friends do hold that much place to be adjusted! But, the only prob in meeting her was, I did'nt had her gift! We were meeting after 7 months and this could'nt be done.I am not type of parsimonious:p !  I got her flowers,she hates them.Effort gone in vain. We talked,giggled,discussed et al. Pizza Hut was our venue. No E.Ts, only talks and Pizzasss...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are accompanying me for a treat you gotta eat ice-cream.So did she. Trust me she is wild.I did'nt expecting her.&lt;em&gt;Meri bhi Maa..hai&lt;/em&gt; Just to eat ice-cream we went all the way to other market,which is quiet far off. And, two girls together without shopping...ewww..Not possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my preety chance to buy her a gift finally.We bought two branded shades.Very cool. The resultant, my entire pocket money was/is out:(  But, the happiness was priceless. After a ramp walk ,with our newly  bought shades.Guess what? I  met one of school friend,Reena. Reena and I were not so close friends but we use to hoot a lot together.She was a real loud one. The only things she said me, after meeting was ,&lt;em&gt;" Vijeta ,tu kitni patli ho gayi hai,bahot cute-sweet  lag rahi hai&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chupke se kahin..jane kis tarah kis ghadi &lt;/em&gt;,somebody sang this song ,coming near to me.Something,clicked me for a moment..a surprise,when figured out it was the damn CCD waiter! Felt like hitting him hard. His luck,that was my fav. song. I wish if this song ,had real meanings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back..the day was well spent with the only worry,will my dad give me money? even if he dosen't give I won't regret,why he did'nt gave.I had  such a great time with a friend.A real happiness and genuine feelings are hard to find in a person.&lt;em&gt;Thanks Tej. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8547066251366900391?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8547066251366900391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8547066251366900391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8547066251366900391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8547066251366900391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-out.html' title='A day out!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1194452660195727196</id><published>2008-01-01T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:06:44.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing all my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A Very Happy New Year !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May all have a gr8 life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="b52199ea"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1194452660195727196?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1194452660195727196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1194452660195727196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1194452660195727196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1194452660195727196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6545426220398236636</id><published>2007-12-11T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:41:18.476+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventing'/><title type='text'>Its My BCL,my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R16ZX6X8NOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhPDlph1dQs/s1600-h/Picture+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142716460589397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R16ZX6X8NOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhPDlph1dQs/s320/Picture+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the pic that came in HT BHOPAL. And,the girl(in suit ) speaking is ,ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Protest outside  British Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love ,BCL is shutting down .And,I am very very unhappy with this.I never thought in my life BCL can ever shut down and so soon , it was hard to digest and felt like an injustice to me and many others like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived half of my life there.BCL is a place and only one association which gives me a sense-of-belonging. Now , anything so close to a person's life can't be taken away. I made my friends here.Everytime in stress/worry, books and this place has help me to come out of it. I lived here.And,words really run out at this moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to do something, I met the Manager,who is also one of my closest friend.I cried ,left as if my arms are cut.I just, felt so uncomfy for second time in life. Anyway,the first condition was not in my hand .But, this surely was. I don't know how a leader born in me and I started a protest. Yes! Me protesting..can you beleive that. Yes, I have been a feminist but never thought to be a social activist so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, things are proggressing.Am learning a lot things.Some really piss me offand some give the feel of humanity.That humanity is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keepupdate things here.But, won't be that frequent in posting as a lot of work to be done. Wish me luck! Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;# And,here's a pic from newspaper to make you blve am doing that thingie (protest)!:p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6545426220398236636?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6545426220398236636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6545426220398236636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6545426220398236636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6545426220398236636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-my-bclmy-love.html' title='Its My BCL,my love'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R16ZX6X8NOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhPDlph1dQs/s72-c/Picture+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1565361069146840673</id><published>2007-12-03T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:45:17.281+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Cynosure, Me!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R1PHlaX8NNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjrzVDBubLg/s1600-R/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139671045308691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R1PHlaX8NNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g_cd3q22LFI/s320/scan.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is that featured pic in 'City Bhaskar' .In white and pink top is Gini, and Red top+Blue Capries ,that's Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey ..hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Vijeta Shrivastava a.k.a VJ , reporting from my own Lalaland 'Bhopal' . These days our famous alias name 'Bhopali' is changed into ' Bhopalities ' ! Its all b'coz of a Mission started by Danik Bhaskar -the leading newspaper out here .And , its very own supplementry 'City Bhaskar' has taken the attention of one and every one in the city . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to share one instance out here. I have taken the CAT examination this year . Very few of them knew it ;in my friends and family . But, this particular newspaper 'City Bhaskar' has spread this news so well that people were calling at my place to know if it was me who wrote the exam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I tell you how they got to know about it. I got my school as the centre for CAT examination. So, obviously it'd to be nostalgic for me. I met many of my teachers who taught me all through the, 14 years of education in my school. The feel was good. In fact , I got seated in one of my most notorious class 9th A ! The feel was great and boosted me with an amazing confidence. Moreover, the &lt;em&gt;Bai &lt;/em&gt;who came to give me a glass of water asked, 'aur baby kaisi ho bahot patli ho gayi..achi dikh rahi ho' and she gave a very beautiful smile. Oh..it was so good.I can't express in words. On above, everything was in fine tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, when I finished my exam and moved out my exam hall. I met my old college pal 'Gini' and that hit my chord really well! I hug for entire 5 mins .I was so happy to see her and so was she. Almost after 7 months later I got somebody of my insti . We both were so much in love that time,that a photographer tried to take our pic and we did'nt gave a damn. And, that damn resulted in the top headlines of 'City Bhaskar' as &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" 4500 Students gave CAT in BHOPAL " &lt;/strong&gt;bas phir kya tha..&lt;/em&gt; I was featuring along with Gini in the newspaper and the reason I am putting up this post and the pic b'coz many could not believe I can ever look so stunning and kool.Although , I always look Kool [:p] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/29509683-1565361069146840673?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1565361069146840673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1565361069146840673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1565361069146840673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1565361069146840673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/12/cynosure-me.html' title='Cynosure, Me!?!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HatpSMpZZ5c/R1PHlaX8NNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g_cd3q22LFI/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1382713829991853842</id><published>2007-11-27T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:29:03.055+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>27 Miles</title><content type='html'>I am back,after a break. The entire month was busy in studies, marriages and with my mixed emotions ,for sure.  Something strikes me writing this post. I can't make this post that happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, if I honestly say, I am worried for  someone who is abandoned from this world . Its quiet like a mystery ,is this person now and all?!?  My mind ,is lost in solving this secretive escapade of, one of my very close and dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in our lives no matter how they are we still want their presence in our happiness and sadness. This call is very humbly made  and is not subjecting to anyone, in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very popularly quoted ," If change has occured in ur life ,please go with this new direction and find your new world, you'll be more happy"   Get going..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1382713829991853842?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1382713829991853842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1382713829991853842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1382713829991853842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1382713829991853842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/11/27-miles.html' title='27 Miles'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7295192216821059337</id><published>2007-10-23T11:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:03:14.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>BLue Dusshera</title><content type='html'>Let me not begin this post with the same introductory lines, rather allow me to make you read something very interesting and historic..hang on! Just dont runaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,back to track. This sunday was Dussehera ie.21 Oct. I have never been so excited for Dusshera as I am lively and active in Diwali! Reason , nothing I gotto to do that day. Some, psuedo Ram ji's Avtar comes with horrific make-up and dear puppet Ravans stand with a smile to be burnt. Well that's the other story.Let almighty think over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the reason I am writing this post ,is , I enjoyed the best Dusshera ever. I did not imagined it to be celebrated that biig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy to begin sunday morning without a good breakfast . I deliberatly missed that , because of a friend who had to throw a party in Pizza Hut.I was excited ,it was last time in Delhi that I went with my cousin to Pizza Hut and ate a lot!! But, before going to treat I'd an important work,that took me 3 hours. Nah..not a movie! [;)] By GOd Grace, finally the sponsorer was first time in time and hospitality was spellbound.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ,a spicy pizza we pushed off to ring the bell! Its a tradition in Pizza Hut ,if u had a good time there you are suppose to ring a bell ,provided in the exit gate and in kores you get a "thankuu" from the waiter. Now, this sounds ,wierd at times.They are very loud and you have to give a smile.I also gave! But, my kid friend played a trick to avoid it and it worked also! At the end ,all was fun. A party well enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, my dad gave me a surprise call that we all are rushing to BHimbhetka and Bhojpur. These are two of the most spectacular places ,near Bhopal . And, you may enjoy a complete silence and lot of greenry. This was the first time I was visiting 'BHimbhetka' -A World Heritage Site. Its 45Km from my house. A place of rock shelters , which are 10,00,000 years old. It was realized in the year 1957-58 by the archeologists ,that seomthing like this exist in here. A place where Pandavas use to live and do medetation. This place is really beautiful and you can take great pictures here. I took a lot of them!  And surely, all are good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 3 hours to explore BHimbetka .While, coming back to 11 Miles -its a route to Bhojpur. We saw Neelkanth , a bird. Its being said , if anybody get to see this bird on Dusshera they have a great day  also, Neelkanth is considered to be Lord Shiva's kalyug version.The bird is sky blue in color and extremely beautiful . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhojpur, is said to be an ancient structure being build by the rulers and autocrats. It 56 meter long 'shivling' is the only longest shivling in entire Asia. Intially ,its height was 122 meters but the Mohd.Gauri tried to decontruct it and it was half broken down.But, still the beauty is eternal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we reached late to Bhojpur, somewhere around 6.30 pm . And, being a structure of ancient times ,lights were switched off. Thus, our cell phones helped us a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a tiring journey , we had to catch the special feature of the day also, 'The Ravans and Fireworks' . We headed to Bittan Market, the longest Ravaa was here and can we miss it. All of us , planned to see him but the near by food zone really stopped us to fill up our tanks and then do the rest. I took Pineapple Delight and wanted some non-veg , dont bother,I did not got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we headed back to home and our family friend instantly called us for a four course dinner! I am dying! But, I did go there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After , a long time .A day like this happened.Everybody was happy, my parents, sis, family friends our dear driver. People later ,said it was because of Neelkanth. I do concur! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess  the Innova makers, do deserve a mention here for their great luxury car -INNOVA. Good stereo and LCD system.  And, my dear A\C you helped me a long way, otherwise the back seats would have burnt me with heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw, I'll be writing my post after november due to some important work and my cousin sister's marriage.Will right back ,in action. Tk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7295192216821059337?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7295192216821059337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7295192216821059337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7295192216821059337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7295192216821059337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-dusshera.html' title='BLue Dusshera'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-6807878013682103841</id><published>2007-10-11T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:03:02.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>O' Tummy!!</title><content type='html'>Ho ho ho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a early 90s  real life story, which has made its commendable mark everywhere.The story revolves around a  girl 's obesity . Before I go furthur. I would ask my lovely readers to keep in mind for what the term 'Obesity' is considered in the society . Well, only a obese and hooters can only understand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, this girl was a very sweet , chirpy ,fun-loving ,smart,adorable ,intelligent .But , the only obstacle to her success was 'love for food and more food' . She never really sit idle .24*7 food +food+food. And , guess what ? she was anonymously declared overweight according to her age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite, of family scoldings , friends teasing her 'moti' she never really gave a damn to it or weeped over it.She was a free birdie.Carefree.Amazing.Enthusiatic about food Treat's always.  But, there was one incident that occured in her life she actually bothered here parents. It was ,the daily toffee treat to her classmates . As other she got very less pocket money in 6th class. But, the daily teasing words like 'moti' in kores mode really pissed her off and moreover she was bothered about her mother -who will be very sad to hear ,her daughter is called 'MOTI' . Cumon..the girl is 12 years of age and she can think like this!  Anyways, I should also tell you that this girl not only a great foodie but a biiig fan of T.V set! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get daily  toffee's at her expense was a big deal .So, the crazy idea was to steal money from her piggy bank, which was supposed to be opened yearly ,in Diwali. She succeded stealing money from the piggy bank. Everybody stopped calling her 'moti'.She was happy and in full pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Climax comes, when one of her family friend calls her 'Moti'  infront of her lovely mother and thus asked for a 'toffee' from her.High time for her. The story was out all over .Her mother was very disappointed and stopped giving her 'Butter pieces!' which she daily use to get 4 times in each meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this episode ,she decided no matter whoever teases her for 'obesity' she will not mind. She became silent as she grew up. Started putting suits from 9th class . She was still busy in herself.But, her kith and kins always yelled at her to reduce weight.She still did not care. May be felt bad for a day or so but later she was back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , one instance in her life came when she finally understood  'She 's FAT and she should do something for it'. That instance in her life was a turning point .Her perspective changed ,she changed and she decided to prove her potential. That instance is not advisable to scribble here.So avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthur she left her best of the best dishes . Quit overeating.Quit 7 Ice-Creams a day! Rejecting many food treat's .Left Butter Chicken weekly! Oh she was just so determined and her mother helped her the most. She also practised sports , yoga , body lift ups everything she could do to reduce her 'controversial' tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its  a biggest achievement for an obese person to reduce his weight. Heard of Biggest Losers Show on Sahara One? Catch up with the chit-chats u'll be aware of what I am talking.  And, finally the day came when people started complimenting her for the body figure she got! A complete new birth for her. Everybody was stunned to see this obese in this new 'bebe' mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those, schoolmates who use to take 'toffee' (remember?) were shocked to see her gorgeous like never before. Her mother ,father ,kith n kins all were surprised to see her so slim and fit. She remembered all those moments she suffered during that 'Obesity Period' . And, yes she stopped watching T.V and movies for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munch on this , I am that girl. I guess, this important achievement should be mentioned and known to my lovable friends. I am changed today.I look good .Now, I am free to add anything on my wardrobe. I would really to mention about my Aunt who always use to meet me just to tell, 'beta reduce your weight or else ' .Well , when she saw now she really could not beleive its me and she have me a hug for 10 min .I think she , my mom ,my sister have been very happy to see me like this. All Thanks to that one incident and to Mrs.Vellury and last but not the least my MOM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-6807878013682103841?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/6807878013682103841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=6807878013682103841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6807878013682103841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/6807878013682103841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-tummy.html' title='O&apos; Tummy!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7342260417771027073</id><published>2007-09-03T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:07:27.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostagia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost Identity Revived</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I hit the blogosphere.But,no worries for now . I am a good as well as a bad writer at times,but one thing is sure U will enjoy ..enjoy ..enjoy and then click your trip to alike blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,let me ramble on then. Recently, I went to my ancestrol town ,a district is a better word rather. In childhood ,I use to spend my 2 months summer vacations,every year. But, as I grew up,summer vacations got me busy in extra-curricular activities and also b'coz of many other reasons we could'nt make it up. This time I visited almost, after 6 years. Many things came in my mind,what I'll be doing with my kid-cousins ,after all I am a grown up girl now. One thing which really excited me for this trip was a long awaited train journey ;for 2 years I was at home! and the other thing was DOOLA KULFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a small place, but extremly famous for its PAN and my all time favourite DOLLA KULFI -the only of its kind I like.I bet,you just can't eat one! If u are aware of the word 'Daddu' in M.P region then u will be delighted with the 'Desi Tadka'. A line goes like ,' ka karat ho daddu' . I wonder,if I start describing about the place and ppl some will kill and the rest will do the tickling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, my dad was very nostalgic about his La-La Land! So, he gave me a complete freedom to hang out anywhere and anytime,with cousins of course! Also, I experienced how change happen in life and how it feels to back to your roots and enjoy each moment.My Dad was the real example,he was so happy all the way ,that I really enjoyed his love for the home and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me also, it was a good trip .A good travelling time altogether with family,loads of DOOLA KULFI, driving Pulsar @80kmphr ,a biig chicken treat ,playing Ice Hockey and last but not the least the two lovely dogs &lt;em&gt;Scooby&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Buddy&lt;/em&gt;. Oh I love dogs , I realized now! I always wished to have pets ,but my mum never allowed ;the one my dad got for me , my love &lt;em&gt;'COOKIE' &lt;/em&gt;he sent it to my Grandma's town and he eventualy died. It was good to play all the time whether with dogs or bikes or cars or playstation for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every bit of it. My younger cousin and I use to hang out from morning to evening and then on night some michiefs:p . In the mid of the trip I learned many things and I promise to keep them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusionary part goes as, one can never lose his identity whether he live an ordinary life or a totally ultra modern life .Because ,its the roots that make us what we are today and will be. A wise decision should always be taken,if u want some things to come in your life ,you can't stake your entire life or can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my loving dad for making this trip possible and my cousins -bittu,juhi,chinku who have been so naughty and so adventurous that it really helped me revive my lost identity back to track . And , a biiiig scream buzzer on Kamayni Express!! please ppl dont ever take this train for your jouney, u gotta wait for a looong time but once ur in the A.C 's are amazing , if the attendent is not sleeping in the train!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7342260417771027073?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7342260417771027073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7342260417771027073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7342260417771027073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7342260417771027073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-identity-revived.html' title='Lost Identity Revived'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8450052721844301575</id><published>2007-08-11T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:18:49.689+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Buzz OFF!</title><content type='html'>Ahh..some relaxation ,finally. I dont if this is wise to admit or not but I'd like to say may watever after effects come.. I have been really foolish lately BUt now I am not for sure and promise will not be head over heels for any foolish stuff!! Dont fear..i did not tried anythg wierd ! It was all god's planning I'd say. I guess..this is going to some unknown frequency but no load I am clear and feeling better for myself and ppl around me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the world watch out,here's the Gladiator . I ne'vr realized am so kool!!! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , my special notification to those i have bug for a while. Feel free to live a life and let me also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pushing off from this extra dose of adjective's prone thing ...!! Live life. Wait for some spice up post to come . Am BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8450052721844301575?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8450052721844301575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8450052721844301575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8450052721844301575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8450052721844301575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/08/buzz-off.html' title='Buzz OFF!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8709620446466724980</id><published>2007-07-29T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:03:23.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right or wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frust'/><title type='text'>No Senses,No World</title><content type='html'>Hmm..something ,somewhere is not good. Something is giving me too much of worry. And, my saturation has finally come to a stage where I see only one thing for me and that is to find out my solutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not good. So sad to say this, but this is what I feel and could'nt stop writing it in my blog. Even dont feel like sharing anymore ,damn it ye bade hone ka pehla lakshan hai:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things shape up and there is peace everywhere. Sometimes, feels very very stuppid to run after things which have already screwed me up..then why I see a hope and the call! Life is unfair, not just once but many many times until you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and control management is all I need. And, if I miss this...then I'll be just a miss! I have been liking the word 'suck' before but now every second 'suck' is welcomes from my clothes to ppl to everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get back on track.Its highly impromable ,if I blame others for this. NO its completely my fault. Before,insanity gets over me let me shrug it off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! ne'vr knew I'll be so bold ever in my life! Shoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8709620446466724980?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8709620446466724980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8709620446466724980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8709620446466724980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8709620446466724980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-sensesno-world.html' title='No Senses,No World'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5654506263817319795</id><published>2007-07-22T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:54:14.619+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frnds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>B'day Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hiya! This Is Me, who has turned one year older and is all set to rock around and actually surprise herself. Celebrations , dont need a reason but making my bday a happier one is difficult one, since childhood ,I guess. Years after years, I met new people in my life who not helped me knowing this world better but have also filled my empty space, somewhere or the other. I dont blame anyone , who have gone away and are not with me today to celebrate this bday or for that matter ,till I exist on this earth! Yea..yea Mature indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eventually, I miss them all !! Although, I  do not understand why birthday's are so important and such a biig buzz. But, really I love Birthday's whether its my mum,dad,sis,cousins,friends,net friends,any stanger or say anyone. I just feel so good .And, from inside I feel to do something special to them,no matter who it is or what it takes! My family really gets annnoyed with me whenever I paint a person's face with his/her cake..they blabber till their last breathe (not my dad,mum or sis ) but others in my &lt;em&gt;Kutumb . &lt;/em&gt;Its not that shabby as it seems to be, but it makes ur face glossy! Though , no one ever put it on my face:(  I just love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was my B'day, and dont know but had instincts that some surprises are on my way, may be an unexpected call, or a boomrang gift or my dad giving me his car keys! But, as usual nothing happened of that sort and those were expected to wish me , they DID NOT , no offence but do locate me next years!  Yea, a special thanks to all my frnds who wished me in their own gangsta style, my parents and my sis esp. for making me chocolate cake 2 times! and arranging a get together! And, last but not the least my online frnds ,BCL frnds, and all uncles at SPorts club.THank YOU  to ALL!! Here's a song I like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it doesnt make much sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There ought to be a law against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who takes offense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At a day in your celebrationcause we all know in our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That there ought to be a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we can set aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show just how much we love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Im sure you would agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It couldnt fit more perfectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than to have a world party on the day you came to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just never understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How a man who died for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could not have a day that would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be set aside for his recognition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it should never beJust because some cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dream as clear as he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That they should make it become an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we all know everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That he stood for time will bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For in peace our hearts will sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to martin luther king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why has there never been a holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where peace is celebrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All throughout the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time is overdue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For people like me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who know the way to truthIs love and unity to all gods children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It should never be a great event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the whole day should be spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In full remembranceOf those who lived and died for the oneness of all people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let us all begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know that love can win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it out dont hold it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sing it loud as you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know the key to unify all people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is in the dream that you had so long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That lives in all of the hearts of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That believe in unity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well make the dream become a reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because our hearts tell us so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a song by Steive Wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5654506263817319795?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5654506263817319795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5654506263817319795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5654506263817319795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5654506263817319795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/07/bday-cookies.html' title='B&apos;day Cookies'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7616454504428964180</id><published>2007-07-03T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:52:29.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`authentic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be or not to be'/><title type='text'>Simplify, Simplify</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Our Lives are frittered away with detail ----simplify,simplify'&lt;/em&gt;   -&lt;strong&gt;Anon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: Its a heavy duty product,read only when you WANT to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crucial component of the whole distraction \capitalist system that as individuals we remain suffeciently confused that we continually are in search of things that gives us satisfaction/answers/happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the seredipitous benefits of getting to know yourself and developing self-confidence is that you gain a much better idea of what you need as opposed to what you want. You understand the difference between &lt;strong&gt;'nice to have'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;'must have'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your point in life means that you can evaluate decisions on the basis of whether or not they enhance your ability to get to your point or not. The benefit of this is that you no longer need to earn money to buy stuff that is ultimately useless to you. The benefit of noy needing to earn money this money is that it reduces your level of indenture to the system and gives you more freedom of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, it is not just physical objects that clutter our lives but unnecessary activities and ideas as well. Our time and energy  are limited resources;if ..we are wise we can learn to use them well and not to waste them..but sunta kaun hai??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at some level  we all are simply seeking to be happy.Happiness seems like the end of the rainbow--something you can see and vaguely understand but never truly experince.But, I do feel happiness and even euphoria when it comes..and lol will have to confess I am addicted to short-term happiness,in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the next moment will be..whether more monsoon fury, or Taj Mahal being listed in the Seven Wonders List, or a call from some  old beloved friends ,or Princess Diana coming back to life on her 46th Birthday...but for me , it will something..I had never done before..because from now I will be living an authentic life. In other words, steps to take to find out who am I  and what I want from life and finally spending every waking hour doing what I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7616454504428964180?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7616454504428964180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7616454504428964180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7616454504428964180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7616454504428964180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/07/simplify-simplify.html' title='Simplify, Simplify'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1855883888168957871</id><published>2007-06-11T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:22:27.073+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>1st Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>My beloved , sweetheart ,cutiepie blah blah!!! Dear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have completed one year successfully. Surrounded by many new and old controversies, cherished with beautiful life experinces , decorated by extra-groovy comments of my dear-deer bluudy's , friends and everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud to be a blogger. And, frankly speaking  this blog has helped my to redefine myself again and always helps me rejuvinate. Of course, my readers comments are of real importance to me;they teach me a lot ..so thanks to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some good friends in blogosphere, the golden names are &lt;em&gt;Apna Desi Lord&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anshul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Poetic Vampire Aka &lt;strong&gt;Abhimanyu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Hindi Babu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashutosh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;em&gt;The vivacious&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invincible ,&lt;/strong&gt; The Punk Rocker &lt;strong&gt;Hemu  .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also inspired some of my friends to blog, and I knew they are going to be great bloggers..the names are , &lt;em&gt;The Shayar&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  , &lt;em&gt;The Khamosh&lt;strong&gt; Abhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my &lt;em&gt;Hit &amp; Run bro &lt;strong&gt;Naresh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Among these bloggers, I think Harsh was with a more critical topic ,though it was poetic in &lt;em&gt;Henglish .&lt;/em&gt; As a tyro in the blogssphere,he did well as compared to most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed every bit of my blogging , from my Especial KGP post to social topics 'Enunch' , then to personal rivalries to expression of love , anger , friendship ;it was all good .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  some friends who were really close to heart ,helped me knowing the difference between good and bad , they are elders of course to me! But, every good thing misses one most important thing .Thanks to them for informing me so well on issues like, Racisim to lafda funda's..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is alive and so is the owner ,tats ME!! Keep commenting ,keep reading !! And, yes better congrats ,after a blink! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1855883888168957871?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1855883888168957871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1855883888168957871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1855883888168957871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1855883888168957871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-anniversary.html' title='1st Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8626625580493469651</id><published>2007-05-28T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:40:46.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Yuppie!!!</title><content type='html'>Well..well...finally I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRADUATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gives a very good feel...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to all my &lt;em&gt;mentors, guide's , all my online friends&lt;/em&gt; and last but not the least my P&lt;em&gt;roffessors and college&lt;/em&gt; for always being... there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will never forget this phase of life.  Learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new life is eagerly awaited, with your blesses and wishes on me.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO give!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8626625580493469651?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8626625580493469651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8626625580493469651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8626625580493469651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8626625580493469651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/05/yuppie.html' title='Yuppie!!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1560490616433597452</id><published>2007-05-18T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:18:42.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Match of the Day!</title><content type='html'>Before I begin with my post .I'd like to thank all my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bluddy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (This is a new term coined for Blog Buddies) , pals and visitors to this blog , for there appreciation they gave me on renovation of my blog! Indeed, a good experience and experiment in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding, nothing specific , yet everything that has fallen in life so far, is because of my freewheeling behavior , emotions and not the least my thought process.. whoops! In other words , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm liberated , still young (oh yea.. of course!) and oh so chic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain epiphanous moments in your life when you witness an event or scene , which could appear very mundane , but transform you so totally that its effects reverberate forever. Applying easy shadow isn't as easy as it may look..lolz!;) No more justification, though. I have just started up with a new 'category' in my life's 'menu' and that is.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sports!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since childhood ,the most annoying and boring stuff to me was ,sports . No offence to hurt anyone. But, it has never been able to interest me. Although , I use to play&lt;em&gt; gulli-cricket&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;soccer&lt;/em&gt; with my cousins , only in summer vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I think ,I could have done things differently. A bit earlier , of course. Anyways, sometimes life gives you a chance, to live it bi-directionally but , not always .I am afraid , if I'll become a cinematographer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that's the game I am playing these days. Its good , actually very good. Well, most of you what the game is all about .But, here are some specific terms used in the game .Here it is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Angled Drive Serve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I did that first day ,only!&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backhand Low Serve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Most enthusiastic shot!&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bird &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- umm..&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Many a times, indeed. [hehe]&lt;br /&gt;5  .&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Drop ,Fault&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Pathetic Fallacy!&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flick Serve, Forehand Smash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - On training !&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let, Lob, Rush , Smash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Just see man ..this one shuttlecock is such a cynosure!&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;hehe..dymbo!&lt;/em&gt; Its ,'Equal Scores'.&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Net Shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Nope..I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent is valuable , yet individual brilliance rarely leads to success&lt;/em&gt;. I always knew, I've a hidden talent for badminton somewhere or the other .So ,playing in a Badminton Court finally, was more or less like a dream come true. Words escape me to describe the beauty and feelings one come across in giving a perfect shot! When I won a single's game .I was in cloud No.9. The opponent , was a state player. His face was the face of the day! My coach , &lt;em&gt;Mr.Ali&lt;/em&gt; screamed at him and congratulated me. Then, some politics run over among the other state players . To tell you a fact, these players are just 16-18 years old . They play so smoothly, smartly and in a dexterous way , that anybody would like the game. My favorite players are &lt;em&gt;Naved&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Vijayendra &lt;/em&gt;and a few more. Naved, is a very dear friend and helps me out sometimes, with the twist and turns of the game. While , others are just so coach-boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, I play with some uncle's also ,who are from 40 years to 75 years of age ! They play it very differently . I got to to learn those smash shots from them, its very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I was very upset over some personal issue of mine. And, the old jumbo players invited me to play a double game .I refused. Though ,they did not excused me , but gave me my time to get charged and play with them. Nawaz Uncle , came and asked if I m ok. He's a terrific player , no one is best than him . He was a national player of his time. A great player. Later, I started a double's game with other players . I played very well that day. Naved's comment were ,&lt;em&gt;' Aaj kya baat hai didi bahot josh agaya hai aapko.'&lt;/em&gt; This 16 year old kiddo , is a toofan mail ! Wish him luck for his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the game is going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. Hopefully, nothing runs out here. Lets see, if you put on your channels one day, and see me..ok don't laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1560490616433597452?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1560490616433597452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1560490616433597452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1560490616433597452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1560490616433597452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/05/match-of-day.html' title='Match of the Day!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-4224001527843850668</id><published>2007-05-11T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:54:50.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>New Life ..New Day</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl,&lt;br /&gt;                 This is my very new blog template.In june, I'll complete one year of my blogging.So, a revnovation was required. Let me know ur views about my &lt;em&gt;revamped&lt;/em&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, added some new features like &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;search bar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;VJ's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shoutbox&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/span&gt; to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-4224001527843850668?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/4224001527843850668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=4224001527843850668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4224001527843850668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/4224001527843850668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-life-new-day.html' title='New Life ..New Day'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-1725516579762644821</id><published>2007-05-05T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:25:32.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Ta Ra Rum Pum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Guess whose back..back again..Vijeta is back again!!Tell a friend ..guess whose back..!?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok chillax,enough of Eminem ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels relaxed , finally done with the Bachelors! Presenting , an extraordinary story of one of India's most humorous , most enthusiastic and most coolest spinster! &lt;em&gt;"The Golden Nugget"&lt;/em&gt; .Hey, this reads well ..isn't? Calm down , ain't taking you anywhere, at least today! Well, this one's about my last day in college. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;April '07&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt;: tempestuous , &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;: 42 C , &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; : last exam , a strong reason to party ; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;: gang of girls. I've never planned for a get- together with my college pals, in entire three years .But , this time I wanted to be with them , and enjoy my last days of college life .As time goes by, everything changes. So , why not live this moment ..happily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to accept the linear passage of time. I lived , every single moment of the day with a zeal and naughtiness , caring for no rules, no restrictions and stuff .Met as many girls as I cud , wished them luck for life , hugs , photo sessions ,giggling , some pjs on our beloved professors esp. G.P Yadav (K) , et al , were making my day so special ,after a long time in life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, was booked for two of my friends, Su &amp; Tejwani . Again , a contributory effort to make the day biiig! We left for lunch in a restaurant , though I wanted to go to a Dhaba but, girls will be girls ..I tell u ! Just for the sake of a STUPID movie , demanded by these two movie desperados . I'd to compromise my Butter-chicken and , eat cuisines from south-north India and Italy! Anyways, I am not going to go that restaurant again. The waiters were also uncooperative to us ; we were'nt shouting or dancing up on the tables , but just laughing [ a bit louder :p] ...common.. that is not banned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy to pin down me for a movie, I find it a wastage of time and emotions .And ,if its a romantic movie ..then nothing annoys and irritate me so much , in this entire world! I've a few favorites and I prefer watching them again n again. Each time a new understanding . But , it was a last day with college friends.. remember you! So ,no arguments really worked , finally went to a movie .The movie is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;'Ta Ra Rum Pum'&lt;/span&gt;. OH.. the title is , worst than Harry Potter movie's! I kept praying , something should happen so that we can bunk this movie and go for Lake view. At least , some peace .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was houseful .No tickets. Ahh..releif . But, our dear Tejwani -who is an insane fan of movies, managed to get the most costly , available tickets. Just the double cost of what we estimated! By god grace, we entered the theater hall. Ya-iks! its a matinee show , only families and dating couples.&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A double tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Crowd was pathetically dumb , in hooting. It was more or less like attending a lecture in class. No mazza ,at all. Although, both the girls were happy like anything and were trying to lure me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Cast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes ,the long hair German Shepard ,more or less like the actor who is known for his stupidity and 555 'sincere' ways to patao girls in any situation- at any time , irrespective of his clothes ,that's Saif Ali Khan , A.k.a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;R.V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for you , in the movie. Or better to be known as ,an Installment boy! Who follows a motto in life,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Aaj karz, kal karz aur parsoon bhi karz but ,party toh roz hogi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ek-Jhactly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Guess who..? No, I won't tell you the name. He is a Taxi driver and unfortunately the manager of 'Speeeedy phidacles', that's the way he says! His name in the movie is ,Harry. This time, he's playing role of a supporting actor, lolz! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Radhika Shekar Rai Banarjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, A.k.a Shona or better the I pod girl! Though ,I did not liked her Ipod .But, if she was offering me , I'd have close the deal. This is the same ipod , that gives you a way for philosophical frame of mind. How ..how is it possible, that an ipod can bring to two enemies together?? More to surprise you, she is a daughter of a millionaire in L.A and a world's best piano player .Gosh! but still cries for $50 I pod , in the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , daughter of R.V &amp; Shona. Yes, the couple gets married within the first 20 minutes , and these two kids in next 5 minutes of the movie. Interestingly, there marriage venue is 'The Installment Car 'of R.V. Back to track . Princess is the girl , who seems to be sensible .She is also, narrating the story in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Champ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, son of R.V &amp;amp; Shona. I really liked this kido! He was very very sweet , cute and lovable . I am dying to have my 1st date finally with him! I found him more smart than his flirt bapu ' R.V'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rusty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The Villain. I tell you , if the villain in the movie is a foreigner ,it sucks! Despite, being an American he was horrible and real bad. Nothing more to say about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs are good in the movie. Especially, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Shona' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;song , is all we are humming around . And , I specifically liked the struggling time of Saif , when his family and he are taking life traumas bravely and recuperating in a positive way. That was good. Also, this movie will help the upcoming genre of parents . Teaching ,scream buzzers are really not required for your children. And, how parents can come close to their kids with a sound chemistry and understanding each other's needs and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an average movie was good. And , the day was lived. This moment takes me back to a time when life was untouched by change and loss of people dearest to me. I often , dream about my those days, it was so much of fun , caring for nothing and just being myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-1725516579762644821?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/1725516579762644821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=1725516579762644821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1725516579762644821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/1725516579762644821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/05/ta-ra-rum-pum.html' title='Ta Ra Rum Pum'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5062795913903705410</id><published>2007-04-28T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:47:56.564+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><title type='text'>A Quick Test for Intelligence .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have recently experienced &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'enlightenment'&lt;/span&gt; . I shall write about this later, in my next post. For the time being, I am here to amaze you more today , though my one of the deadliest paper is still left !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Statutory Warning:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DON'T CHEAT- because if you do , the test will be no fun ! I promise there are no tricks to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE-&lt;br /&gt;SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIF-&lt;br /&gt;IC STUDY COMBINED WITH&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now count aloud the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fs&lt;/span&gt; in that sentence . Count them ONLY ONCE : do not go back and count them again ..You'r Intelligent..arn't you?[:p] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are six &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the sentence .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Your Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) A person of average intelligence finds three of them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) If you spotted four Fs you are above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) If you got five Fs, you can turn your nose up at almost anybody ! (Not Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) If you caught six Fs , you are GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do post your results and views about this post , in the comment section. Then , I shall post the answer of the same&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5062795913903705410?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5062795913903705410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5062795913903705410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5062795913903705410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5062795913903705410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/04/quick-test-for-intelligence.html' title='A Quick Test for Intelligence .'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8860525092854321265</id><published>2007-04-08T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:47:08.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the expression of pain ,that keeps love alive forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its the happiness of achieving our long awaited success ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the relief for a broken heart ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the regret ,that questions our soul , 'what made you do this ,when heart didn't wanted to happen?' ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the inspiration that boost us to give life another chance and to move on for a better life , keeping memories crucified in these precious tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the conversation we make with our minds for an infinite search.. lost in daze ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the fear of loosing our friends, who have always been there with us to share joys &amp;amp; sorrows of life ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the turmeric, that binds our faith together , for love will never die ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our peaceful stupid-cupid search for our eternal flame to ..to take a new birth ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sacred souvenir from a bride to her parents, sister ,brother and relatives ,that always keeps her remembrance in their minds ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the character certificate ,that spells a devil is not that bad as he seems to be ,b'coz he also got a heart to be loved ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the cause and effect process , where one is there to make you cry and the other to wipe off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its the silent love for some but its also a curse that holds you behind ..to express your love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tears"&lt;/strong&gt; ..this is the first ever poem written by me in entire life. Those know me well, must be stunned to see this. But, those who don't they may try or try to quit, knowing me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8860525092854321265?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8860525092854321265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8860525092854321265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8860525092854321265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8860525092854321265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/04/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7760025502241252675</id><published>2007-03-06T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:53:22.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Koffee with Karan n 'U'</title><content type='html'>On a balmy sunday, I saw the famous &amp;amp; most controversial show 'Koffee with Karan' ,back in action almost after 2 years. This time it is broadcasted in StarOne ,rather than the much talked about channel StarWorld. To make a point, the biigest reason for popularity of 'K with K' and Karan Johar was , the audience from all over the world ,taking keen interest in Bollywood - The Masaledar , Bhadkiledar, Taza Tarin gano ke sath !! ( ye line churaya nahi hai yaar,its me only..ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the glow of the strobe lights, down the floor ,and the not-so-boring Lemon set of K with K, sparked up all hearts to sing a song! Frankly speaking, I did not like the set of 'K with K' this time. It just spelled ,that India is a poor country and we can spend only this much money to entertain the Indian Audience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the reason I m writing this post , is because of the guest-couple 'Shahid and Kareena' in the show. Hey junta, don't run to hit tat cross button ! Please be patient. I know , u don't like Kareena Kapoor , but this time she was sensible about her love life with the cute boy, Shahid Kapur, trust me .As a tradition in 'K with K' , the rapid fire round was the cynosure of all eyes. But, it was very boring and lazy this time,even Kareena was less with her attitude tangales and humor , this change in her is said to be because of Shahid's love , that Kareena is in &lt;em&gt;mutatis mutandis&lt;/em&gt; mode !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some questions , apart from the rapid fire round were well answered by the couple in 'true love'. A few are here, I liked :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Karan to Kareena: ( Karan ,same in his popular gay body language and a crisp smile)&lt;/span&gt; Do u find any change in yourself since you're in love with Shahid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kareena: (with giggles and blushing )&lt;/span&gt; Yes..I've changed .Now , I more close to my family, sister . Shahid, has made me a spiritual person,I was never wanting to be one! My 'Pu' attitude is no more in existence. And , yes I've become a teetotaler vegetarian and an eggless too. My dad is very much worried about my health , coz Kapoors are born Non-vegetarians!!( she smiles and feel proud of her relationship with Shahid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Karan to Shahid:&lt;/span&gt; Do u find any change is yourself since you're in love with Kareena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shahid: ( giving a very warm look to Kareena ):&lt;/span&gt;Yes.. I've also changed. Now , I am less boring as I use to be. (with a shame ) Also , I am more relaxed and calm , and now my approach to life is more postive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Karan to Both:&lt;/span&gt; What do u think if ever can break your relationship with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shahid (answered) :&lt;/span&gt; I think , if ever we get apart from each other..it'll be, because of any of us, and not because of any outsider..that much, trust bond is build between us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Kareena trying to make a confirm yes to what Shahid said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Karan to Both:&lt;/span&gt; If both of u ,have to cheat on each other who it'll ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shahid:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think , i'll ever cheat on Kareena for any girl , because once you're in truly love with someone , you can't love any other person again ...n that's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kareena:&lt;/span&gt; Yes..what Shahid said, is true. Once we 're in love , we don't feel like seeing any other person or dating with them or loving them again..until and unless we're in true love! And, I don't think I can love any one else in life than Shahid.He's my love.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (with smile and belief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet..isn't? I think, they are too much in real love! And, they are definitely the couples, who are giving lessons to those couples who get apart from each other ,just because of small misunderstanding or communication gap , even when they 're in true love.Of course, the couple belongs to two different backgrounds, and they two also admit ,they are very opposite to each other. But , at the end of the day, they love each other passionatly and truly..this is love..doing the impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always believed in the &lt;strong&gt;'Power of Love'.&lt;/strong&gt; I think its best thing in life , god blesses us with. And , I never step back to advice people ,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Do fall in love , once in life ,it makes you live life better' As it is well said, " Love just happens once. Rest is just life!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I humbly, request my readers to share their experience and belief in the power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, any human who is bad, good , evil, devil, social activist or whatever! Everyone becomes beautiful once he or she is in love. So , those in love enjoy your new birth and live to the fullest , enjoy every moment with your lovemate , keeping misunderstanding aside! May GOD Bless u n the cute-cute couple 'Shahid and Kareena' n, junta isn't Kareena gud now??[:p]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7760025502241252675?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7760025502241252675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7760025502241252675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7760025502241252675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7760025502241252675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/03/koffee-with-karan-n-u.html' title='Koffee with Karan n &apos;U&apos;'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-5475338760618833880</id><published>2007-02-13T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:56:03.518+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>You need a right perspective!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel."&lt;br /&gt;- August Hare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 've always believed in thoughts of a person and , that kinda defines me , what a person is all about! Being born as a human, I regret only one thing, in particular ,tats the perception of others to the subject matter .Here , the perception is generally negative and , is often misunderstood ..u know what I mean ? OK .. here I explain , the most important 'perception concept of life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' I Hate You'&lt;/em&gt; , what comes first to your mind? She hates me, why..? Chillax. I can give u myriad of comments on this sentence , but for the intelligent quotient , I present here only 3 ,they are as:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person A , would take the meaning as ,I hate him , for what he is or wat he did with me ; na..na don't be mistaken this is not a racism allegation on A ,its about feelings..use your heart darling ; hence in a way tats my anger shown to him in public ; tats d most common perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Person B, would take the meaning as, ' She likes me the most ,but she is puzzled with my behavior and I need to tell the exact reason for this 'Hate tag' , b'cuz she has been my closest and thus needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Person C, wud mean it , Why the hell, she wants to explain me this? When, I dont hate her ..n I don't remember,, if she does ..? Exactly, What rot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see pals, this is how perception takes place and ,with the added flavors of miscommunication and personal ego trips it gets more n more harder to understand what is actually being explained to you...and thus, one ends up writing something more rot than anyone has ever in scripted on life or racism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this l'afda needs to find its solution we can't leave it in this budding stage , otherwise our tag lines will soon be, ' A perception can bring more biiiig l'afde in life'. And , here comes a solution to this l'afda ...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' Just try to know the other person well and be honest to yourself ,when you receive the conveyed message , and try to understand it heart and mind both ,keeping other things aside for a moment or so. Won't take more than 100sec to understand if u'r a human and even in other being just 1000sec's , so u c..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-5475338760618833880?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/5475338760618833880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=5475338760618833880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5475338760618833880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/5475338760618833880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-need-right-perspective.html' title='You need a right perspective!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-7535683939100249978</id><published>2007-02-11T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:24:16.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Person</title><content type='html'>Words escape me at this moment..that seems like the end yet, I am here to tell u how important you were to me..and, even now also, when u r departed. One flash... n here appears someone of a specie u haven't seen before ..someone so versatile u haven't seen before ..someone so caring n loving u haven't trusted before ..someone so different from rest of the world u haven't felt so lucky before in life. Tears fill me with memories of good and bad some nearly forgotten but all dear to the heart you were there for me, more importantly you were with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who always believed in me ...bolster me to do something... at least something in life!!! While the entire world applauded me for my efforts .. but one person was lukewarm . Tat hurts a lot..even now..but still I am a mad , stubborn devotee of this person...'For sure..I have lost it !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stupid, Idiot, Irresponsible , Rot , exasperating , dramatic ,kool gal , irritating ... all driven till infinity" , are the words this person always complimented me with . Every conversation I'd .. was started by me and ended also.. with a precondition I've to talk sense only...each time I talk ! The other side, was never interested in taking the conversation for more than 5 min ..even wen sense talks prevail ! No day I was asked 'How I am Today?' ..no concerns were ever expressed about me or my life ,which other friends n loving ones..never forgot to ask. Thanks to all of them... but still this hard-coated animal was most lovable and respecting to me. May be I am a biiig fool..Yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep a record I can never forgive this person..for misunderstanding me so much, for being dogmatic holding right as a friend , for being so harsh n rude in my happy moments, for talking to others even strangers in good n pleasing way but not with me ...why? ,for always blaming me , what I am ..why I only do so many mistakes , for always leaving me with a note ' I am gud for nothing', for alleging me to do an offence I never ever plan in my life for anyone...I hate it but still I've pain in my eyes for insulting this respecting person..like no one ever did before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those a few giggles I heard from this person ,on my senseless talks I'm proud of ..but will never ever repeat for anyone else again in life. A joke I heard from this person , makes me laugh so loud even now , that no other pj ever did.Yes..I remember those loving moment wen my name was said in anger or sometimes in loving...I still feel tat echo in my ears...even now...and I want it to go on..and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, why some ppl are so immature in feelings even after growing and achieving so much in life. Why are they so numb to others feelings...what pains do they have tat makes them so harsh n emotionless! I don't blame the person ..no I can't .. But Why Not?? even after suffering so much..even after being hurt so much, why someday I expect this person to change n make a Grande Come Back in my life ..tats a stupid and impossible dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a blessing comes from my heart..'May this person always have a gud life and get what The Person wants '. And , may god give both of us a chance, once in a life so tat if we anytime misunderstood each other ..tat can be cleared out . You were gud person &lt;strong&gt;Thanks to you. And I'd always respected u..n will be doing always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'd like to take excuse from my readers for not entertaining them. BTW...&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt; to all ...May u guys live happier ever after. And to those who are singles..like me dont worry...we ppl are the cuttest n loving ppl of this world !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-7535683939100249978?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/7535683939100249978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=7535683939100249978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7535683939100249978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/7535683939100249978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2007/02/person.html' title='The Person'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-8445570536615270060</id><published>2006-12-28T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:15:05.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feel The MuSiC !!</title><content type='html'>Music...ahh..I think its the best thing human kind is blessed with...Your each n every emotion can be communicated to people with the type of music \song you like. Its a language, which makes you aware of your  happiness, sorrow, anger , individuality ,ambitions, future life , immediate present , the feel of joy, broken relationships, hidden love , a counselor to your precious tears ..and the list is endless, what MUSIC makes u know about yourself and others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every occasion , mood , beauty , calamity ,worship ,frustration, emotions you have a music to suit and make you confident about what you are. I still remember , how all my cousins use to hoot for me specially ,being as louder as  these guys could be ..that song was " Cotton Eye-Joe " -Mtv Hits , whenever, wherever ,in whatever circumstances if I heard this song ,I use to dance like a bear almost :p , making high jumps on the dance floor...worrying for no one else..not even the audience ,hooters or anyone  with me on the floor. It became a patented song  for me..n me only! It was known as 'Sheenu- Cotton eye-joe'.So..our family parties never use to end without me. If ever I'd a fight anyone of them ...they use to impress me giving chocolates ,ice-creams n promising a ride in  our vintage car.. in fact, once all my paternal uncle's ,aunts n all manooed me to dance in that particular number..miss that childhood of mine ...there was so much of love but things do diminish with times...but this "Cotton Eye-joe" still makes everyone remember of me , and to me of course. That's the power of music!&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me about my fav song...I'll start with one, and go on with an endless list, to me.. For my passion for music ..only n only my fav cousin R.D , is responsible, I was in 7th class..while he was pursuing his engineering , this man was so thorough with lyrics and tunes .. I'd never seen anyone who can be compared with him. He use to make me hear myriads of songs daily,   George Michael ,Bryan Adams , Michael Jackson , Pinkfloyd ; I feel like drinking Vodka..really! , Beatles -gives me a youth feel, Final Countdown , Eric (topping all) , Mark Antony , J.Lo , Shakira's ' That don't impress me much' , Diana King , Madonna , Elton John ,Modern Talking's Brother Louie, Macerena  , Britney's Hit me baby one more time , Lionel Richie's 'Hello' , What is love? and many more , every song is with a  special meaning to life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my support system and, it has helped me realizing many things in life and taking wise decisions too..That day can't be forgotten ,when my law result was out and I could'nt make, with 0.5 marks to National Law College ..I cried a lot ..I think I was never so sorrowful before in my life...full of negativity , I isolated myself from everyone.. parents, cousins, friends and everyone.. hence most of the time was spent with me ..me n me only all alone. So, my P.C was everything to me..right after 2 days of result I heard this 'Khun Chala' song of Rang De Basanti , and it made me realize I've the power to excel in this world..it may take time..but one day it will happen ,once I believe myself ! And ,  this net world help me getting these  positive vibes n meeting so many gud ppl of my life..(I've already mentioned most of them here) '.Kshitij Fest' , was one of the project ,I undertook after that failure , to get a success..and I did crack it ! If anything I could do for Kshitij in my life..it would be my pleasure. n hence all kgpians are respectful to me, though  was disappointed, when  many misunderstood me and my true feelings .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , was gr8 to know this specie..Wishing all the IIT-Kgpians all the very best for life .   But ,yes..after a year, kgp's real  frnds are known n they will always be there in my heart..even if we dont meet in decades or ever after that meet.But, my every celebration in life would be incomplete without you guys really... So , Kshitij is\was\will always be closer to heart...it was a turning point of my life . ..All Bows !! May GoD Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..yeah my dedicated song to Kshitij  ..and  to my all pals out there ..ye u too! Is...'Stand by me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-8445570536615270060?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/8445570536615270060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=8445570536615270060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8445570536615270060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/8445570536615270060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2006/12/feel-music.html' title='Feel The MuSiC !!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-116523311386393700</id><published>2006-12-04T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:50:10.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rave it up , again !</title><content type='html'>A journey to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kharagpur (kgp)&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; in itself .You can never predict how you would reach there. It took me 26 hours , 3 vehicles and loads of patience to reach ,a journey which could have been completed in 22 hours! Things, got much rapture as I was traveling first time alone..in my life ,without my parents .But , I experienced a very good gesture my mum-dad 'n' sis gave .It felt ,as if , nothing is as precious to me in this world than them , and vice-versa. I can't forget ,how my dad came to me and gave a gentleman handshake ,saying words ,which I wanted him to repeat again n again. Feels gr8 ..even today ,thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience added more sensitiveness , responsibility n huuuge love n care for my parents, in me. &lt;em&gt;Wow...!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;This world is just so good&lt;/em&gt; . Coming back to motion , my teammate n friend 'Su' , her grandpa 'the guardian' , and me 'the survivor' reached kgp at 2.30 am on 1 feb '06 , after such a long and interesting journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did after getting down to kgp , was to see that damn longest railway station in the world, lengthening 889 m. But , I did'nt found it that long, disappointing enough. Loading our luggage's we walked out from the station , curiously looking for Kshitij banners &amp; people. Finally , to our site one banner found .By the then ,one collie predicted we'r here for Kshitij Fest and apparently helped us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave it up! Well , as the entire world talks about IITIANs. Like, how are they, what are they made up of and what makes them so unique in all. So, we were also keen to have a look of an IITIAN, and analyze things. As, we reached outside some 4-5 guys were there, smoking ,very interestingly. And ,talking loudly in electro and gangsta style. Enuf to be eye-cache's ! Walking step-by-step we reached them, asking for help. Suddenly , a gentleman appears from somewhere and attended us .He was the first iitian I ever saw in person . Su n I were so amazed ,that we blinked seeing each other for a minute, seeing this iitian . It sounds silly but..it was like, some new kind of human species is known to us , who are blessed with amazing intellectual wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman deserves to be mentioned here , and applauded for sure. ' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harsh Vijay Singh'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , thats the guy. A chauvinistic male, who is very very hardworking , courageous , chivalrous, sensible ,sharp, intelligent, courageous etc.. He is extreme of all , believes in action embodied in one's effort is the real key to one's success as well as happiness . A complete educationist . Wide and complete knowledge on any subject. A very enthusiastic debater. Always , with a new practical ideology ,which a normal human can't even think of. Great leadership &amp;amp; communication skills. Has very justifiable point of view . A hard nut to crack. I even felt he 's good in boxing . So, was scared a bit from him .My conversation with him was very less but one thing I can say about him ,he's the 'Unique Human' .And I am glad to know someone like this and learning so much. Summing up , the pride which he posses in his work , inspires others , to give their best shots in life. Wishing him a great luck for his future. Therefore, meeting with Harsh gave us an idea, like how iitians are !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the hippiedom , as he instructed we hired a taxi to IIT Campus ,b'cuz no transportation was available for free ,as promised earlier,due to some bus strikes. I just can't forget to mention , that spectacular view of one of the best universities in the world we went to. 'The IIT'. Going there , makes one realize , India is a rich country where, there is all prosperity enough money to feed poor , rockin' literacy ratio, equality in all countrymen , kool infrastructure, no power crisis ,love and respect of each other , safety for all. I guess , IITs have not only given best mind to India but has also helped the country taking pride &amp; honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the destination , we went for our registration to Vikram Shila (V.S) at 3.30 am tat day. Man, I was \ am never so active at this hour of the day , in my life. But there , I was very enthusiastic &amp;amp; excited. Well , a queue of participants was found , hence we spent some time chatting with others. There were some flocks of girls from Andhra Pradesh , Bihar &amp;amp; Jharkhand . They too were in high tempo. Apparently , a spirit of inventiveness , in-built , in us ,to pass on time. Here 's one for u all , a girl from Hyd -Techie college cracked this joke , she asserts ,' hey look gurls, an iitian ! what a smart one..' , all gals turned around in a microsecond ,asking 'where..where..???' .Urvashi says,' In registration counter' , ..only 2 guys,one sounds to be very sleepy n other face is not viewable, leaving behind me and 'Su' gals marched to see that 'Smart one' ..huh !! Wanna know who is that?? He was the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; finance head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ..busy collecting Rs100 from one and everyone...and gals trying to make eye contact with him, so that some concession are allowed to them. To luck, the finance head tried understanding girl's intentions to fetch him , said ," Mam , this Rs.100 are refundable" . The upshot is , it was just for 'tafri' and fun sake , no finance worries were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While , when Su and I went to him for registration , I pinched Su telling , ' Abbe finance head DOG hai ' ,&lt;br /&gt;Su: ' dikh toh nahi raha'&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' Idiot..net friend hai mera',&lt;br /&gt;Sneha: ' Ab concession ka matlab nahi '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs!! Laughs!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The later part will be continued in next post...with more laughs and sensitiveness..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-116523311386393700?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/116523311386393700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=116523311386393700' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/116523311386393700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/116523311386393700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2006/12/rave-it-up-again.html' title='Rave it up , again !'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-116133600517467741</id><published>2006-10-20T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:50:05.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!! Khalbali ...HaI .....Khalbali!!</title><content type='html'>Guess who's the muse for the moment..? No...not Kgp ! But, I m really happy to receive such a commendable response for the post from all the kgpians ,and what makes me feel more gud  is, without hurting anybody's feeling I did it successfully. Thanks to all of u, incl. the X-kgpians too. There are two more editions to come by next month, as n how decided . So , this time I m not taking kgp in my context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past many weeks, I've been  experiencing incidences ,which have prison my mind into shackles. To say the least, 'Khalbali Hai Khalbali' .Feels ,I am again back in my childhood , where I 've  many questions coming to  mind ,each and every moment .And, I m eagerly looking for the answers but, my age factor comes in mid of it...n I 've to explain myself..I am a grown-up gal, who is matured , sensible and hence such questions should not be asked ! Well , I don't give a damn to anyone..who thinks so! After all, its my mind ,that is not ready to move forward for anything ,until and unless..these questions are answered , with logics plzzz.. So, I appeal u to answer  ...if u've come across the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sound psychological reasons  to finish what you start . Your self-worth , self-respect rise in the absorption and intensity of those learning moments. You also prove to yourself that you can organize , can be disciplined , can be\will be independent to see things to the end. This is what is called a learning loop -as it curves upwards, it becomes your form of expression whirling into several graceful loops . You find yourself thinking, " Wow!! Was that me talking?" Well...no claps here!! Actually , every time I sit to write something ,I find a new VIJETA  in me . So, am I going on right track? Or  I need to go incessantly ,till I Die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , without taking any more twist&amp;turns I come straightly to my 'Khalbali' . I am an Idealistic. This is a fact , and moreover I enjoy being one . But , as I am growing up,the spectrum of my career and relationship department is getting wide\wider\widest ,and demanding a lot from me otherwise, I mean not just hard wok  , but it also  compels me to leave the Real 'ME' and do things which my heart , ethics ,principles disallow to achieve what I desire. How can I leave Myself for the sake of, what I obsessed for ???  Some of u must be muttering , 'I have been through all this , anyways  lets see what she has new to say'. Thanks for taking this wise decision.&lt;br /&gt; "Paradise is exactly like , where you are right now..only much , much better"...is it justifiable ? May be , at times.  Couple of weeks back ,a friend of mine , advised me ,that there is 'No meaning to each and every thing ,so stop finding reasons or answers to  matters'. I followed  to what the friend said for quiet a few days, but adopting this ideology  obfuscated me day n night. I felt disgusting. The remedy to my problem was far away ..but ,I got myriad of questions blocking  my mind. I conquered it with my regular relaxation ways but that's temporary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my questions are as:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why we hate the same person, after loving him\her so much? Is it  a real hatred ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is it possible for  a single person to please the whole world or make it happy? If yes, how does one do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Why do we cry on death of our beloved? Is it for humanity sake ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is meant by Love? Is  it everlasting ? If yes, then why do ppl drift apart so fast &amp; easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why men never express themselves and make Silence there language? Are they really strong or do they pretend to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In midst of all, don't know if these questions  ever get their answers? But, this khalbali..will clamor  for her attention ,while I'd just  be stewing in a corner. And, get back again with a new post! Is it what life is all about??? huuuh...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali to all .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-116133600517467741?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/116133600517467741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=116133600517467741' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/116133600517467741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/116133600517467741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2006/10/khalbali-hai-khalbali.html' title='!! Khalbali ...HaI .....Khalbali!!'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-115754252354549435</id><published>2006-09-06T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:12:34.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KGP . CoM</title><content type='html'>Here's I am expressing A lifetime of memories , I lived in a moment of joy. It all began , when a pal of mine , send me an invitation for KSHITIJ FEST '06- A Techno-Management. Event, which is the biggest fest in the Asia, conducted by World's Best , Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur (a.k.a Kgp) West Bengal . Well ,further taking my actions into gears , I would like , " The falling (ie KGP Janta) rain tells earth(ie.Me), your future is protected" [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was really boring those days.. with renewed frustration ,and the indelible memories etched on its psyche , more to that no adventure &amp; projects to do! Thus, net became the best place to hang out for a person like me! By the then, YM became a junk . So, I joined various FORUMS to get my skills worked , eventually I clicked my trip to " KTJ . IN " .( #This is an official website of Kshitij Fest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might, I just couldn't put the unforgettable "KTJ " into the picture. True, I'm not much of a photographer .But even with my limitations surely I should have been able to capture at least some of beguiling charm of the scene I'd in front of me, :- A Mountain in I.I.T ... !! Shaked me for a moment ,but as net took its speed, the scenario slowly changed ,into a zealous eye-catche appearance of shiny, glorious ,Blood-Red dunlin sunrise with a pride ,spelling to the whole world , its the only source of brighter tomorrow .The setting was picture perfect. But, one thing which appalled me n others too was the Damn!! "Scroll-Bar". While, in this quest, E-Mouse actually realized us ,its worth ! Nevertheless , it was an another potential reason that made KTJ unique and hepp among all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing this spectacular site, gave me a passing thought , ' the world won't be the same from tomorrow '. Clicks after clicks my interest got flared-up for the myriad events ,but the will to be a participant was not yet ignited , b'cuz I knew its not possible for me to come to kgp and, apparently competition was undoubtly expected to be tuff..after all that was I.I.T ,a place, everyone wants to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile , I come across a reply in the forum, by one of the organizers of Kshitij :-"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shilpa Naidu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,A brilliant communicator, was so well to do managing with the participant queries, providing best possible ,aspiring and motivating solutions to participant query, that ,any 3rd person reading it ,would definitely like to be an active participant for the event. Same happened with me. The thing which impressed me most was her ,point-to-point justification, her outward approach n she had an extreme power to impress as an organizer and .also being a female she was outstandingly, rockin' among all the other organizers. So I posted a reply there, expecting she would reply ,but some other organizer replied ,called "Vivek Agarawal", who was different of a kind ,he eventually helped me opting for the type of event I suit too and gave some guidance also.A gud guy ,but unfortunately couldn't meet him in kgp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Believe in yourself ! Have faith in your abilities! Tremendous things happen to the believer&lt;/em&gt;!", these encouraging mantras were so well communicated by each n every organizers of Kshitij to all the participants , that life was actually felt in KTJ. Moreover ,it became an important work in a day to do , n doin' postings from queries to g.k quiz .A dedicated website which always put in best efforts to make participants enjoy all d time I remember a game ,which 'Angel'( a participant fr kgp) started it ,was all about a "Corrupt Wish"...an interesting game where reply to my entry was taken sarcastically...and of course it attracted many gossip-mongers too!.. Even had an inbox- fite to sought it out ,but was gr8 fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unforgettable organizer ,the one, I met in person was ,"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Himangshu Jyoti Hazarika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" :- When first read his name ,I wondered if he is Bhupendra Hazarika's Grandson...but he wasn't! A really active , fast n furious, assiduous person , was unique in all kind , he has a record of not exceeding his replies in more than 25 words and ,goes strictly with the asked issue ,no extra talks please ! He was the only one incredible' G.K Master' who never missed a single G.K Quiz ! I don't know how he manages ,but it was astonishing to see someone like this! Also a gud , actually mind-blowing leg puller &amp;amp; a hilarious dancer too, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally , the decision was whole-heartedly taken ,with heavy swings of enthusiasm to participate in an event in Kshitij .So, " Case-a-Franca" was opted , this event was the best thing ever happened in the history of Management Events. Other events were also worth n gud ,but to me "Case-a-Franca" satisfied from all ways ie. from formalities to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all, I met some greatest and important ppl of my life. First of all ,was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" :- A participant for Kshitij from IIM, who gave me an honor to be his teammate,but I cud'nt be ,cuz got other teammate with me. Our YM meet was very contentious ,though he tried helping me , but his attitude flared me to scratch his mind.But now he is one of my eldest friend , my mentor, a member of my advisory bench, a genie, n he dares to scream at me with logics of course..A thorough Genteman [:)] a must meet guy. Another was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jayant Sharma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" :- one from Kgp itself...my meet with this guy can never ever be forgotten, we first had fite n then I annoyed him saying a D.O.G . A gr8 frnd of mine(# next editions will cover him) A cold-war..Then, another was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pravin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "- he met in KTJ forum only -a participant for kshitj fest fr VIZAG, "Jadda"-ya this guy sounded to me as if he is "Don of kgp"n i was very very scared , but he spoiled all my beliefs n thrills ..came out to b a nerd looking guy! "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" ...he The Moderator of KTJ Forum , what was he ,still an unknown mystery. But was distinct to know someone like this. So , these all ppl were those i met in KTJ...but cud meet with Jayant only,in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing all hard work of a month, me &amp; my teammate(# a big story behind this) ,posted our entries for the event, but I guess.. fate decided something else for us... and hence we met up with some dreadful illusions, tat our project is being used by some unknown 'burglar' participant. Yeah..this was against our Intellectual Property Rights ,so the movement was fired ,and me&amp;amp;my teammate got busy contacting each and every organizer we knew and to those all also we din't knew! The situation was tense ,exciting and fearful too ,and, fast responses were much much awaited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the Response List was expectedly topped by &lt;em&gt;"Mr.Kapish Saraf&lt;/em&gt;",The G.Sec -this gentleman {[:)]}, is a true professional , one thing which impresses most, is his spontaneity &amp; flow of thoughts. Don't know but it was amazing to see this guy ,who was 24*7 available for queries to be efficiently solved .For eg. ,even if u mail him at 3 am in the morning u will receive his reply by 3:07 am ,then and there.I tried this. So , I had pretty gud conversation with him, and, by the then ,he was considered a friend so me&amp;amp;teammate willingly planned to meet him in kgp Anyways, 'the meet' with him was astounding &amp;amp; a bit bizarre too ! .So, if anyone visits kgp for 1st time..he is a worth person to be known if u exist in this Planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the warrior field with the wall slogan&lt;em&gt; " Amar Naam , Tomar Naam ,KGP Naam".&lt;/em&gt; The journey continues ,as we reach the wondrous land KGP ! Hope peace continues...[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-115754252354549435?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/115754252354549435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=115754252354549435' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/115754252354549435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/115754252354549435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2006/09/kgp-com.html' title='KGP . CoM'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-115432672796457229</id><published>2006-07-31T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:21:55.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>At this vary moment ,while writing my 2nd post in my Blog , I am in tumultuous phase  b'cuz of  something I never imagined to be like, but ,somewhere a progressive gesture is felt within ,and  a smiling wise thought twinkles my eyes saying ," The less energy you spend on emotional pondering, the more u' ve to take intelligent decisions" .But...u know folks , when the same cycle of life is repeated in a same way ,with not even a minor change...u do get annoyed and ,the degree of annoyance increase when u see the  same effects, causes, reasons and more importantly the conclusion &amp; moral of the story are same as before.. at this  vary sequence 'Part-II' of my life....I feel , if I owned a house in Beverly Hills with all luxuries n my fav actor beside me  ,then also I would prefer to, rent it to anybody and live in Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often try to make sense out of things ,even when I know the other person will snuff out me.I always try to explore good qualities of a person even if they have bulk of bad and ,become there frnds..But ,those frnds who know me well say , ' U very quickly believe ppl'.I feel this is a way I fulfill my innate longing for  ' HUMANITY ' in me;I just try to come out with my best efforts  for the other person ,so that he\she doesn't curse the entire MANKIND, and hence I jump into it ,without giving a second thought. To me ,life goes on with  some principles which I cannot sacrifice for Money, Success or Power . Secondly, I should not nurture such vices in me ,that makes me feel 'barbaric' &amp; quest myself when I die, that ,why I lived so dreadful life, when I had a chance to make the most. All I need is modicum of respect ,love n care as a Human, Woman, Daughter ,Sister ,Friend , Lover ,Wife and Countryman . My all roles in life should make me feel proud &amp; pride for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in equality to all humans, including the eunuchs ! Yes.. I  know ,what u all are wondering ...but really ,I wanna put this kibosh on .Why can't eunuchs be part of our  society, as we Men 'n' Women can? I Myself ,was never compassionate about the 3rd gender ...n whenever use to see them..just try to hide as far as I can.. don't know why I did that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, few days back I read an article about the same,it showcased the realities of how these 'Hermaphrodites' -(as the medicos refer them)  live there life. The matter came to limelight, when a lady in Kolkata gave birth to her 1st baby , after 9yrs of marriage n that shockingly  came out to be Hermaphrodite, as the family got to know the news in hospital, it took a snap decision .And, were all set to handover the child to the 'Community of Eunuchs' without even giving  glimpse of  that, long-awaited, million worth child before birth ,to the mother. She cried, to her husband for one look of her child...she wanted to know how her own child is. Isn't that reasonable enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The equipoise, shredding tears were either way, happiness of a new baby &amp; sadness of  giving birth to someone who will never be acceptable by its own family!  It was the first time when I cried n my mood was off .Had many questions in my mind ,I tried asking to some Proffs at my college,but they  ignored sayin we ' r not the one! Then ,I get on to my mum ,she did gave me facts, but then asked to shut-up n get back to studies and ,discussing this on net could led the matter to some other unwanted directions .  So ,I did some research work , nd found the Eunuchs Community takes MONEY from parents giving birth to 'hermas' ,so  tat there life can be survived. On the other hand ,education is never provided to them.They are just taught to write there names , both in hindi n english...thats it! This is what they learn in whole life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe , that this GENDER can work more efficiently than us. And, can help  led the country, too. Our 25% population is Disabled, that means no work can be expected from them. But if we mull ,we'll find this 25% population can be recovered from that of Eunuchs ,who also are also 25% of the Indian population. So ,if  by enduring proper education &amp; care the catastrophes get ameliorated ,then ,why not ??? We as counterpart-humans, just need to provide them with modicum of respect&amp;love. And , the country can earn billions. But ,the people of our country ,randomly moves with an ideology that ,   " Regression lines can be used to calculate intermediate values of the variables interpolation  ,only ! ". Tell u what ..it is pointless quibbling  over the definition of danger ,coz of eunuchs contribution in country's economy!  No.. No ..this is not at all Verbatism ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bur=bur=bur....rrrr , come back to my Topic of the Day!! Where were we ..? Ya...I was tumult . So, the incessant series of abysmal  events ..in life is a bit bogey ,and hence the lustrous sounding &amp; not  meaning ; 'deja vu' is into existence. Hey, few of u must be disappointed with me as "The Saga of KGP" was to be in scripted this time  but due to my fathom anger it is postponed for next time, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ,deer Honey Buds , kgp will after all take that time...cmon..cheer up!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29509683-115432672796457229?l=olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/feeds/115432672796457229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29509683&amp;postID=115432672796457229' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/115432672796457229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29509683/posts/default/115432672796457229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olddebatenewcontext.blogspot.com/2006/07/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Vijeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622480393589524235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29509683.post-114993436478456165</id><published>2006-06-10T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:42:44.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Route, Right Direction</title><content type='html'>"Focus on what you do well." ,this is what my advisory-bench told me ,knowing my holding quality to fight back with the KING-KONGs audaciously ,verbally of course. Though debates are futile ,but they give deep insight &amp; optimistic thinking to topics ,and enthusiasm flares up if the opposition is a guy ,then ego plays faster at both sides and its a 'Clash of Titans' .Thus, the need2debate brought the legacy of Lawyerism in my life, and hence here u will also be encountered with the Law-ly lingo and its aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was personally not in favour of opening a blog but when I had discussions about the same, I come across good &amp; bad affects of it. Some said ,its  just an emotional outburst of a person while others said, its a way to bring awareness in other important topics of the society. I agree to both. And , getting bored with my vacations ,I finally decided to have my own blog where will spread the word for " WOMAN". Though I m a tyro in this blogsphere. But, I will try my best efforts to upbring the WOMANHOOD in a way so that MEN can understand her emotionally, mentally and her needs to be treated as "HUMAN " and not as a weak gender, who is  depended on some jackass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since years I have been observing Violence on Women. The  questions which comes  to me are, Why a Woman is treated so badly? Has she done any heinous crime? Why men only dominate them most? Are MEN scared of women ??? In childhood my parents told me, "Maa Durga" is a Goddess and all humans  in this world worship her. The other day I was curious to know why do we worship her, when she is a  WOMAN?? Logically, in a world where all Women face so much of violence&amp;insult from Men ,then why this particular lady is worshipped as deity to those who dominate and insult the same gender in this world. I worship her &amp; all womanhood worship her is justifiable , but WHY MEN?? Are they also woman is some kind ? Or, are they impressed from the goddess? Or are they worshipping her, so that they can get love, prosperity and peace in  life .More importantly, are they so self-centered , that they can bow down to any woman for this sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying all life in a Co-Ed school never gave me a feeling that I m discriminated as a girl, rather sometimes I use to feel sorry for the boys ,who were not given opportunity  because of girls! As years passed ,all boys and girls respected each other's dignity and self-respect. I feel proud  that I had so good school (Classmates) friends in boys who always took us as same and they still continue to do the same. But real life starts when you are in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I also had colorful dreams to study in a good college and of course boys are must! Guess?I was in a best college but with NO BOYS!!! People don't know how it feels to spend your precious ,energetic youthful years in a GALS College, when you 've spend your entire life in a Co-Ed.. huh!! Hey guys, no need to get charged ! The reason behind co-ed college was not to hire "Guys For Romancing"   but ,to get the tuff competition that guys throw, their humor, knowledge expansion is more in them &amp; moreover there spirit to touch the sky.I like them for this.   I begged my dad to get me some other college, but due to  some rivalry of mine with him at that time, he dragged me 'To become a Bhenji!!'So, I was thrown in a hell with all those cruel Yumdootees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess intro is crossing its limits, so I stop here. Wrapping up ,I assure you that this blog is not against Men in general nor to anyone in particular, its just an effort to make world better for all humans. I'll cover here all my analytical observations ,adding loads of spice and humor. Also, my most adventurous and memorable visit to kgp &amp; its ppl will be described here  in detail. SO ,wait till next edition! 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