<?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-12231266</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:07:40.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life on the run</title><subtitle type='html'>Snippets from the life of a 20 something girl living the big city corporate life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-116525336272142968</id><published>2006-12-04T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:59:22.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6394/1011/1600/957371/hinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6394/1011/200/129468/hinder.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some time down in future dude you will sing this song to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;playing full blast in your ears ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XsjjKWVTXcw"&gt;Hinder - Lips of an Angel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it would be too late... well it already is ... just that you dont even see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he drove on saying... wierd song man...i mean good song...but wierd lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;i would beg for her to come back if i loved her that much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet...just that ; only if he loved her that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. just go by the song...no billboard like comments on him pls :-)&lt;br /&gt;dont know cant say and doesnt matter if he is gay...good music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-116525336272142968?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/116525336272142968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=116525336272142968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/116525336272142968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/116525336272142968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-some-time-down-in-future-dude-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115497168156296656</id><published>2006-08-07T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:58:01.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nail Cutter!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/1600/Army%20Knife.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/320/Army%20Knife.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt went to Dubai for a leisure trip. She bought Talcum and Perfumes for mom and could only find a nail cutter for me. :-(&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why on earth did she buy me a nail cutter...my nails i thought were always neat clean and presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i chomped away on my ice cream and watched the new Lifeboy Krissh commercial. Then i thought i should atleast take a look at the perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;They were heavenly and so was my nail cutter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so am a proud owner of an army knife...though not swiss... but hey &lt;a href="http://toinks-uncut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toinks&lt;/a&gt; now can i join ur gang too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to so wish to have these and better knives as a kid. Mommy never let me buy any. Actually never got hold of any either...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks aunty...i love your NAIL CUTTER :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115497168156296656?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115497168156296656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115497168156296656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115497168156296656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115497168156296656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/08/nail-cutter.html' title='Nail Cutter!!?'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115406393106891679</id><published>2006-07-28T10:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:48:51.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Singing in my head</title><content type='html'>Songs...they always happen to capture the feelings so right. Make you realise the diversity of thoughts you feeling so strongly about in your head. For me ... two of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEF LEPPARD - Two Steps Behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk away if you want to it's ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; if you need to you can run, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you can never hide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the shadow that's creeping up beside you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a magic running through your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't have it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Whatever you do) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be two steps behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Wherever you go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and I'll be there to remind you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that it only takes a minute of your precious time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to turn around and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be two steps behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and on the other hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dhuaan chhataa khula gagan mera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nayi dagar naya safar mera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jo ban sake tu hamsafar mera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nazar mila zara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115406393106891679?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115406393106891679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115406393106891679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115406393106891679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115406393106891679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/07/singing-in-my-head.html' title='Singing in my head'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115299435513636308</id><published>2006-07-16T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:42:35.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown!</title><content type='html'>Times flies fast...and if you aint running fast enough...you'd be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the learning of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody waits for anyone, and nothing waits either...if you stand still waiting for someone...you would still move coz the whole cosmos moves. NOTHING stops...and soon you realise how far you are from what you were waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if u moving slow, move it buddy, coz u aint gonna cause even a traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK!  HONK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal be chal...aage chal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115299435513636308?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115299435513636308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115299435513636308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115299435513636308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115299435513636308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/07/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115251143993945798</id><published>2006-07-10T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:33:59.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A mouthfull of Weekend!</title><content type='html'>After a long time i had a weekend which was in every sense a weekend full of action fun and chiling out. It began with B coming over and cutting my long saturday morning nap short!&lt;br /&gt;Met her at Barista Creme'. A pathetic try of rebranding Barista from a cool hangout to a classy cafe'. Poor Service, Worse food and whatever! Though having a corner bookstore helps a lot rest is all just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we trotted along to find our next stop. We recalled the good 'ol college days and decided to catch the bus ride and check out how the good 'ol place is doing. It was a nice feeling to come back to the familiar comfortable place where you walk like "This is muh land". Apparently was glad to know my graduation degree has arrived. Yippeee am a certified Bachelor in Commerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new sessions havent started yet so the place was kinda dead...so Next what do we do...&lt;br /&gt;Hadnt seen a movie on a hall for a long time so we landed at the good 'ol multiplex next to my school. Temptation to visit the school was killed very smoothly by B. So we bought the tickets to "THE MAN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was okay and the movie was average. Nothing great just a sit back and watch to kill time kinda flick. What markes the visit as important is the first time ever use of the power of press card :-D Incidently they do not allow BAGS and Cameras inside the hall. Popcorn was good...long time i had good ones...i love the butter popcorns PVR makes :-D&lt;br /&gt;During the movie boss called to inform that the presentation went very well and was well appreciated ( ALAS!!! It had been dancing on the last nerve alive for past 2 weeks...24/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we moved like banjaras to the next hot stop which brought along the pleasures of window shopping and more shopping and a crazy street mapping time. Bought some cool belts and a couple of nice shirts. Allen Solly rocks (sometimes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the sun went down and the evening breezed in ...we packed our bags and headed back home after a day full of simple  things but each one holding some significant development for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115251143993945798?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115251143993945798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115251143993945798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115251143993945798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115251143993945798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/07/mouthfull-of-weekend.html' title='A mouthfull of Weekend!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115125434812380701</id><published>2006-06-25T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:22:28.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Homework!</title><content type='html'>Years after managing to crawl out of school god decided to punish me for not doing my holiday homework seriously. He sent my cousin nephew who happens to be in class 1 to me for doing the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes lates i see myself drowning in piles of glitter glue, colourful paper and fevicol...and the kiddo is enjoying the cheetos and cartoons on Pogo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FAIR!!!! ITS HIS HOMEWORK NOT MINE! HE IS SUPPOSED TO LEARN NOT ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, it was fun to get back to those stickers, scissors and crazy ideas. Crayons, colours, glitters and paints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is the relevance of holiday homework now...coz parents want their kids to not waste any time on doing it and yet have the best project in place and kids dont care about it as long as someone will do it for them nicely. Born Managers...and Upward delegation runs in their blood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews projects shall be the best in his class, sadly he has no clue what went into making them. I wish he gets to do more such stuff on the basis of this homework! &gt; :-D in school...mwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I hate spoilt kids! I hate it when my mom asks me to help (read do the entire thing) for others when they dont even deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ATE MY WHOLE SUNDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE HOLIDAY HOMEWORK FOR ME PLEASEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115125434812380701?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115125434812380701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115125434812380701&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115125434812380701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115125434812380701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday-homework.html' title='Holiday Homework!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-115073813441203203</id><published>2006-06-19T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:58:54.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Darkness and Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/1600/diya_small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/320/diya_small.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest corner of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the little wick spreads the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon the oil shall be gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the flame shall die out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-115073813441203203?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/115073813441203203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=115073813441203203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115073813441203203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/115073813441203203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/06/darkness-and-light.html' title='Darkness and Light'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114996258645958694</id><published>2006-06-10T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:33:06.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOooooooooooo Pagal FLyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>GOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooPAGGGGGGGGGggggggggggggggLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well incidently this is a very interesting phrase...indicating me to do two things:&lt;br /&gt;a. Go mad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;b. Go somewhere mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid i read this book called "Far from the maddening crowd" while that was an interesting read i remember the title the most. Coz thats what i feel every weekend...to GO PAGAL Go FAR Go Away from the maddening crowd of my busy hectic life here.&lt;br /&gt;Well...talking about weekend getaways...sure sound like fun but how!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The only way u can go to some place worth it from where i live is to FLY but the irony of the life is that my salary flies off faster than i can book my air ticket to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Hence,&lt;br /&gt;i come back to my dear phrase- GO PAGAL GO AIR GO FLY and Far from the maddening crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to cut a long story short -&lt;br /&gt;People Pagalguy is doing this amazing contest in which u can win Go Air tickets every week. All u gotta do is GO to Pagal, then simply GO PAGAL with ur answers and then GO AIR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence i decide to tag a couple of people to do the same... (Abbe yaar rules web page pe padh lena simple hain ekdum - and MBA Junta m sure u will do a good rc there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## Start of GoPaGaL Tag ##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your blogger friend has tagged you, follow this link to participate: &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoAir and PaGaLGuY.com bring to you the GoPaGaL Campaign where you can win free return tickets to the destination of your choice. Winning is simple, just copy paste this tag on your blog after adding answers to the questions below and publish this as a blog post on your blog! Then head out to &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/&lt;/a&gt; , fill in the form and send us your Name and Blog post URL &amp; Finally, tag 5 more blog users and let the world know. Promise! Its that simple and should take you no more than 5 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;--- Answer the question below ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) On which GoAir Sector would you like to win a free air ticket?&lt;br /&gt;A) Delhi-Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Link (Tag) 4 other blog users in your network so that they too get a chance to win the tickets. Without you tagging 4 other bloggers, your entry will stand disqualified.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TagI would like to link the following bloggers!(Please include the full URL to the blogger you are tagging)e.g: http://insane.pagalguy.com, http://whatblogmen.blogspot.com etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bhavna- &lt;a href="http://blog.becauseofb.com"&gt;http://blog.becauseofb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pratish- &lt;a href="http://pratishmenon.com/blog"&gt;http://pratishmenon.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anubha- &lt;a href="http://anubhasworld.blogspot.com"&gt;http://anubhasworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Apurv- &lt;a href="http://whatblogmen.blogspot.com"&gt;http://whatblogmen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ----- End of Question &amp;amp; Answer ---Now head over to &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com/goblog/&lt;/a&gt; and submit your entry to win the tickets. New winners will be announced every fortnight! :)Why? What? How?This is an unique campaign run by 'GoAir - The People's Airline' and 'PaGaLGuY.com - India's largest MBA forum'.&lt;br /&gt;We are giving out over 26 return airtickets over a period of two months!&lt;br /&gt;Join the insanity and find more ways to win tickets at &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/gopagal/"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com/gopagal/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit GoAir - &lt;a href="http://www.goair.in/"&gt;http://www.goair.in&lt;/a&gt; Visit PaGaLGuY.com - &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## End of GoPaGaL Tag ##&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114996258645958694?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114996258645958694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114996258645958694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114996258645958694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114996258645958694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/06/goooooooooooo-pagal.html' title='GOooooooooooo Pagal FLyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114478114385237133</id><published>2006-04-12T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:15:43.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meri Kahani....ka bas yahee ant</title><content type='html'>yeh hai meri kahani, khamosh zindagani&lt;br /&gt;sannata keh raha hai, kyun zulm seh raha hai&lt;br /&gt;ek dastaan purani, tanhayi ki zubani&lt;br /&gt;her zakham khil raha hai, kuch mujh se keh raha hai&lt;br /&gt;chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon&lt;br /&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bass yeh meri kahani , benishaan nishaani&lt;br /&gt;ek dard beh raha hai, kuch mujh se keh raha hai&lt;br /&gt;chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon&lt;br /&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein&lt;br /&gt;baraste rehte hain har samay maut ke saye&lt;br /&gt; siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye&lt;br /&gt;kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe&lt;br /&gt;koi nahi hai koi bhi nahina pass na durr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh pyaar hai dil ki dharkan&lt;br /&gt;apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;khoon ke ghoont peay jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;khwaab aankhon se siye jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab na koi paas hai phir bhi ehsaas hai&lt;br /&gt;shahiaon mai uljhi padi jeene ki ek aas hai&lt;br /&gt;yadoon ka jungle yeh dil kaanton se jal thal yeh dil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon&lt;br /&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114478114385237133?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114478114385237133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114478114385237133&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114478114385237133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114478114385237133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/04/meri-kahanika-bas-yahee-ant.html' title='Meri Kahani....ka bas yahee ant'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114443053162571795</id><published>2006-04-07T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:52:17.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/1600/Biker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/320/Biker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitars, Bikes and Speed...&lt;br /&gt;Makes my dreams come alive :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen...dudes and babes...get ready to be rocked!&lt;br /&gt;coz m BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so cool to dust up your thoughts and wishes and become santa clause for yourself. Forget what the hell the world thinks and JUST DO IT :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to swing back to my crazy stupid spontaneous self. M not gonna think and ponder and wonder over things and simply go ahead and SPLURGEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really cute picture today...there was this cute and stunned doggie in it ..and it said "You dont have to be crazy to work here.... but it sure helps! "&lt;br /&gt;hehhehe My boss and all the people are in for a big surprise. They gave me a letter of conformation of job today and now i shall show my true punky crazy wild colours.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i do shall have my autograph. Something spontaneously whacky which makes my simple sweet motherly boss go ... "Oh my god!" and the crazy kid in her would say "Whooppie...way to go girl" :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go and get em...&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT....COZ IT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I declare i have buried all past sorrows, attachments and threads...to unleash myself. My love has become eternal and my sorrow has mellowed and refined into something else...something like vodka and red bull :-D ENERGISES YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*TOUCH WOOD....BAngs the head against the wooden door*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114443053162571795?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114443053162571795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114443053162571795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114443053162571795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114443053162571795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/04/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114401494465618570</id><published>2006-04-03T03:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T03:28:08.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sham-e-ghazal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dost ban ban ke mile mujhako miTAne vaale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maine dekhe hain kai rang badalane vaale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tumane chup reh ke sitam aur bhii Dhaayaa mujh par &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tumase achchhe hain mere haal pe hasane vaale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;main to ikhalAq ke hathon hii bika karataa huun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aur honge tere baazar mein bikane vaale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akhirii daur pe salaam-e-dil-e-mustar lelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;phir naa lautenge shab-e-hijr pe rone vaale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Saeed Rahi's composition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sung by Jagjit &amp;amp; Chitra Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114401494465618570?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114401494465618570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114401494465618570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114401494465618570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114401494465618570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/04/sham-e-ghazal.html' title='Sham-e-ghazal'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114244131957025909</id><published>2006-03-15T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:18:39.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a day forget all about yourself. Forget all about your life and the misery and the gloom surrounding you. Simply ignore your side of life and live with others. Life will be very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated my Holi to my friends...went out of my way to do things for them and make them happy. Well ofcourse a couple of hiccups happened..yet...i loved it and hope they did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holi ke rang kuch ajeeb see umang laate hai. Dil me ek naya joz chod jaate hain. Woh rang to bas ik pal hee jeete hain lekin yaadeein umra bhar ki chod jaate hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love colours...and i love to see people happy and hopefull around me. Wish i could invent a magic potion which could make everybody happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula kya hoga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114244131957025909?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114244131957025909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114244131957025909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114244131957025909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114244131957025909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-day-forget-all-about-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114183718384408624</id><published>2006-03-08T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:29:43.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head</title><content type='html'>It rained here today. just when we were leaving office it was lightening. As we stepped out it started raining...really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;At the door i wondered to step ahead or back. Instantly heart said lets go mad.&lt;br /&gt;I went out in the rain when 30 odd people looked at me in awe...thinking crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;I got drenched by the cold fresh sharp raindrops. from head to toe i could feel the water washing me. Like washing away evrything i didnt need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked nearly 2 kms to get an auto in the mad rain. It started hailing. Ah it felt so damn good to have water wash u and hailstones massage your back.&lt;br /&gt;I felt alive again. Laughing, smiling, shrieking we walked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why people are scared of rain...and grumble at the sight of it. I wondered how easy is it to draw yourselves back and entangle yourself in right or wrong. I wondered how easy was it to break free...&lt;br /&gt;I realised when you want to do something just going right ahead and doing it makes it so much more easier than sleeping over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced how easy was it to let go and love.&lt;br /&gt;I believe i can fly...I hope i would touch the sky...I wish i could be fortunate enough to be able to love and be loved :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for teaching me a sweet lesson today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114183718384408624?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114183718384408624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114183718384408624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114183718384408624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114183718384408624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/03/rain-drops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-114045622812919416</id><published>2006-02-20T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:53:48.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STATUTORY WARNING - Not meant for leisure reading</title><content type='html'>Aa gayi hon yahaa mai ab tak to aise&lt;br /&gt;aur aage hai ab jana kahaa?&lt;br /&gt;Door kaheen hai gulistaan woh khwaboon ka&lt;br /&gt;na jaane yeh rasta le jata hai kaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...typical dis-illusionment type lines. Came to mind JLT (Just like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so simple and easy to pretend and flow with the flavour of the crowds. It makes life so much more simpler, to simply flow with the flow. Laugh at ur bosses jokes, Smile at the lousy skin tight trousered guys, seem interested in the meetings when u wished you could go out and have an ice cream. Its so simple to never say what your heart desires, makes life so much simpler for you and people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost another friend today, in the name of love!!! I aint gonnabe anybody's girl but does that mean i cant have no friends either. Whatever! I think i can survive...or so i wish. Maybe i too should turn back into a zombie rather a robot, with no real feelings for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Naina..."THE PRETENDER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like an undercover agent u know...u can be yourself and noone would know it. And when noone would know it, noone can stop you from being yourself. and noone would not like you for what you are. So everyone;s happy and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Solution is it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DOUBT!!!! ---------- Crap...had an argument with mom n dad...i think am drifting away...too far apart....from one and from all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-114045622812919416?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/114045622812919416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=114045622812919416&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114045622812919416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/114045622812919416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/02/statutory-warning-not-meant-for.html' title='STATUTORY WARNING - Not meant for leisure reading'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113980251638816537</id><published>2006-02-13T09:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:18:36.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK... and irrestibly so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113980251638816537?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113980251638816537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113980251638816537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113980251638816537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113980251638816537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113715940267555807</id><published>2006-01-13T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:15:56.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/1600/Deep%20water2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6394/1011/320/Deep%20water2.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113715940267555807?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113715940267555807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113715940267555807&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113715940267555807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113715940267555807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/01/shh.html' title='Shh...'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113664201958107440</id><published>2006-01-07T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:23:44.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its getting pretty cold here. Temperature was forecasted to drop to zero by the weekend, well we through saturday and that didnt happen. Yet it very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bathroom fittings were bought with lots of enthusiasm. Those special flanky rockstar ones with the inbuilt mixer for hot and cold water to ensure what trickles down your body every chilly morning is just the perfect heated water. A special foaming hand shower attached to the same which provides for a simply luxurious bath every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priviledge to first test this marvellous bathing experience was endowed upon me. Very elegantly, and with loads of ooh's and aah's i was urged to take the bath even though we were running late for our office. I was ushered into the nicely setup bathroom and demonstrated how the ultimate piece of engineering (or shall we say plumbing) works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too got into those lavish moods looking forward to a hot soothing shower and turned the hose around with the tip of my finger and the water foamed out....and the next thing that could be heard was my scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first hint of hot water...the rest wa ICE COLD WATER. BRrrrrrrrrr.................&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd freeze to dead and be the end of it all. From head to toe, from hair to nails i was drenched in ICE COLD water when the temperature outside was 12 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 minutes of that shower on my body, the sensation died...and what followed was indeed a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hair, and took a 20 minute long one...in that ice cold water. When i stepped outside i saw the grin...but my smile was confusing enough ( DEVIL) so the magnificent showers welcomed another admirer....who incidentaly came screeming out in 5 minutes :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahhahahaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was very refreshing and the experience put a smile across my face the whole day. I guess sometimes god's goof up's too have great side effects. And yeah cold water baths in freezing winters help you to feel less shivery indeed...just try oiling your body well as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah...exercising in mornings really cleans up your head.....or lets say my head :-)&lt;br /&gt;Rock on people...life's calling...for heaven's sake dont miss the call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113664201958107440?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113664201958107440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113664201958107440&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113664201958107440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113664201958107440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-getting-pretty-cold-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-113596316864246088</id><published>2005-12-30T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:49:28.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blur</title><content type='html'>"Your mind is not a cup to be filled with knowledge, its a fire to be ignited"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people...&lt;br /&gt;Have a rocking 31st December. Rocking in your very own senses. For some it shall be a peacefull time filled with silence, for others a time full of blasting rocking music and crowds of people. Which ever you choose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be Careful, Safe and Responsible...of your life and of others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a time which everyone remembers in a plesant way :-D&lt;br /&gt;Rock on buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first line just a nice thought i read on the intranet at work.&lt;br /&gt;Tried writing a lot about my life and thoughts, but coudnlt relate it to this space. So till the time they sorted, they shall lie somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so crazy when u have a zillion thoughts running in your mind and when u try to pen them down u simply cant catch em together.&lt;br /&gt;BLiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.....crash boom!&lt;br /&gt;System needs to be rebooted!&lt;br /&gt;Zya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113596316864246088?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113596316864246088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113596316864246088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113596316864246088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113596316864246088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/12/blur.html' title='Blur'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113483886900727561</id><published>2005-12-17T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:31:09.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back Looking Ahead</title><content type='html'>One more year comes 2 an end, calender wise and otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I look back today at the past one year of my life on December 17th. Things won, Things lot, people i met, people i lost. Ah! i Thank You God for giving me all that you did and did not.&lt;br /&gt;It surely was one of the most eventfull, experience enriched and full of teachings kinda year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna thank all the people who made a difference to my life, made me experience things i didnt believe in, made me learn a lot more about life, and elevate me to a different level of life.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, is maale se ekdum different dikhti hai duniya :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highs and lows, twists and turns are kinda more thrilling when u have gone through them and look back at them. This year unlike last year, i have no regrets, i am thankfull to have seen what all i saw last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i hope this year too, i learn and grow and add something to the little world around me, mature some more, understand and react to things in a better way, and hell have a fun filled rocking time :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoooHoooooooo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thankyou for making me meet the most wonderfull people, and see the unseen sides of people i already knew. I love you god ... hope you love me too &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and, people, i love you all too, no matter what i  said did or meant, i shall forever be indebted to you all for teaching me so much more about this thing called "Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHeers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113483886900727561?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113483886900727561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113483886900727561&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113483886900727561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113483886900727561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/12/looking-back-looking-ahead.html' title='Looking Back Looking Ahead'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113429158321912808</id><published>2005-12-11T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:29:43.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sound Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jlstudios.ca/images/voice_recording_mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jlstudios.ca/images/voice_recording_mic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid i used to plug in the mic on the pc and do some crazy sound recordings, practicing for my dialouges, or poems , or some stuff. Then the mic broke, and things moved on and i completly forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got a call from one of the spiritual guides to come down to a studio for a voice test. And i went, without another thought.&lt;br /&gt;It was a script in hindi ofcourse and a serious one too. Hehehehe that cought me frozen for a while but then i knew i could do it. It was a gr8 experience, to sit in that sound proof room with the headphone on and the mic, i collapsed in the comfy chair, put the script on the wooden stand in front of me, tilted the mike to the right, so that i didnt have to look down at the script. And roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut was kinda flat, but the guys said i sounded pretty cool. yea yea...there were only trying to make me feel better. So me took a 5 min break and thought lets see what;s in it. 2nd take and they froze it! They said that would do as the final take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we broke for coffee and kurkures and everyone started telling their stories. What they did and how they got into the business. Me too told about my marketing and the job and the big brand company ( first professional interaction - where i felt good about what i do) and the question came back "So how'd u get in to voice overs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, for a moment i paused to let the momment make me happy, sometimes it feels good to be complimented, so they thought i was a good at what i just tried for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...seems like i have found something i wanted to always try and had forgotten about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...wuts say....Check check check....sound check?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113429158321912808?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113429158321912808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113429158321912808&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113429158321912808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113429158321912808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/12/sound-check.html' title='Sound Check'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113354620234569773</id><published>2005-12-02T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:30:30.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You fill up my senses like a night in a forest,&lt;br /&gt;like the mountains in springtime,&lt;br /&gt;like a walk in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;like a sleepy blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses, come fill me again.&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;let me give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;let me drown in your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;let me die in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;like a sleepy blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you, come love me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song after months now, winter evenings...radio goes cool too. Great song, Great Music, Friday evening, for a change after weeks, i am going home...and on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113354620234569773?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113354620234569773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113354620234569773&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113354620234569773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113354620234569773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-fill-up-my-senses-like-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-113311315700495440</id><published>2005-11-28T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:11:04.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxes unlimited</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whats better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To be so tiny that you have your own private space in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;or being huge enough to stand out in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing out in the crowd as an eyesore?&lt;br /&gt;or Standing out in the crowd as an obvious target, which everyone wants to hit on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxes of life are plenty to wonder, i wonder which one to wonder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having few or no choices to make and smoothly sail through on the one path clear ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Or having too many choices with equally high opportunity costs that you need to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything i wanna do, as long as i can take the responsibility for it. I can decide which way i wanna go now, as long as i dont turn back. Is that an opportunity or a punishment?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder as i stare at the cross road ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plucked all the strings, and dropped all the so called boundaries. I have demolished all the walls, the fences and the trees. All i got is an empty plot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house furnished and painted ready?&lt;br /&gt;Or an open piece of land to rebuild the house you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know exactly what you want and not get it?&lt;br /&gt;or to get something you coudnlt even dream of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a useless, unimpressive, irritating personality?&lt;br /&gt;or to have none at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we all like products in a show window trying to be sold? Is it all about a brand you create of yourselves? Are we all like pretenders - trying to be someone who attracts something? So are we all like mannequines dressed differently everyday 2 attract the people passing by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113311315700495440?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113311315700495440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113311315700495440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113311315700495440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113311315700495440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/11/paradoxes-unlimited.html' title='Paradoxes unlimited'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113277137175336724</id><published>2005-11-23T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:12:51.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Goes Down</title><content type='html'>Finally my life has turned towards what i wanted it to be like. The whole day vanishes in bundles of work and activities. It feels so good when u have worked it all out the whole day long , and then chat around with your boss, colleagues and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return home around Nine or so, dinner, house work, parents work, and crash by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sun goes down on me,&lt;br /&gt;making me wonder at the million colours,&lt;br /&gt;the water of the sea goes yellow&lt;br /&gt;and the sky melts into a mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...reminds me of some awesome sunsets i saw......that filled me with such contentment, unparelled so far, unparelled they shall be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yoga teacher comes to the office in every morning....i am planning to start chewing his brains and get back to meditating.....better than gossip early in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;what say people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113277137175336724?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113277137175336724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113277137175336724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113277137175336724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113277137175336724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/11/sun-goes-down.html' title='The Sun Goes Down'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113154678578274284</id><published>2005-11-09T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:03:05.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Air-Tell</title><content type='html'>Nigahein nigahon se mila kar to dekho,&lt;br /&gt;naye logon se rishta bane ke to dekho,&lt;br /&gt;Hasratein dil me chupane se kya faida,&lt;br /&gt;apne honth hila kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;Aasmaan simat jayega aagosh mein,&lt;br /&gt;chahat ki baahein faila kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;dil ki baat kar ke to dekho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Ad of airtel...what does airtel wanna tell people? You arent talking enough?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe so true. Beautiful ad, amazing picturisation, very moving music as well.&lt;br /&gt;The message, well how deep shall we look at this?&lt;br /&gt;Koi samjhao re...kya bolke ko koshish kiya re???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two pence:&lt;br /&gt;Yea...maybe these days people dont really talk to people. A lot of things go unsaid, unknown, questions unanswered at both ends, answers assumed which make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...confusion in all. Wonder howcome the mobile bills still remain so high.&lt;br /&gt;Average user revenue in India is still lowest in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Dil se dil ki baat, aankhon hi aankhon mei baat, man se man ka rishta...works better than the mobile connection. Do you really think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113154678578274284?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113154678578274284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113154678578274284&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113154678578274284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113154678578274284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/11/air-tell.html' title='Air-Tell'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113146822436972052</id><published>2005-11-08T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:30:58.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's faster? Karizma or a Pulsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual got late in office, so a team mate offered to gimme a ride. Karizma...!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10kms in less than 15 mins!&lt;br /&gt;i could feel everything flying by, the flashes of thoughts raced by. It was like those few moments before you die, everything flashes by, the time u laughed , the times you cried, what u wished and prayed for evrynight, what you hope never happened.&lt;br /&gt;Was AMAZING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a skillfull rider, very dangerous too. I wondered if i would reach home alive, yet somewhere i wasnt scared. Didnt hold onto him, coz didnt wanna touch him, didnt hold onto nething. he was riding on 130 kmph i think through the traffic of delhi. I liked it. I wish i could ride my own bike like that everynight on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then all good things come to an end, and poof went the cloud of thoughts, as the bike screached 2 a stop. He smiled at me, and i said thankyou (yea...i am more polite and polished these days) and simply walked off, to sit in a stuuuuuuuuupid AUTORICKSHAW!&lt;br /&gt;It took eme 15 minutes to cover 3 kms!!!!and life became slow, sluggish and dull all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a SPEED FREAK! What turns u on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113146822436972052?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113146822436972052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113146822436972052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113146822436972052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113146822436972052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-faster-karizma-or-pulsar.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113103759192419503</id><published>2005-11-03T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:36:31.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue Spaces</title><content type='html'>Winters are tiptoeing into the city. Today was the first winter shower. The first shower of sweet cold rain of November. I used to love winters. Coffee, warm cozy polyfill blankets, chilly air, beauitful songs on the radio at night, with the RJ's too in a peppy chirpy romantic mood. Early morning dew, that fresh fresh energetic feeling, the glow on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things that i love about winters, dreamy nights, mushy thoughts, and warm hugs. Ah i used to love winters. I guess i still do, lets see what the winters have got for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;Every year they come (or for the last 2-3 years) with something that changes my life all together. Last winters were amazing, this time it would be something different. Different coz they cant be amazing like last year's no matter what, but still they gotta bring in something to surprise me. Am ready for it, for nething...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice creams, candies, peanuts, soups...some of my favourite winter things. Though i shall miss my sweat shirts a LOT this time...we cant wear sweat shirts to office :-(  Still i love winters, and i hope atleast the winters still love me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113103759192419503?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113103759192419503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113103759192419503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113103759192419503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113103759192419503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-spaces.html' title='Blue Spaces'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-113043025567978353</id><published>2005-10-27T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:54:15.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day which i though would never finish. Thought it was still going on today, till now when i sit in front of my so ignored and neglected pc and look back at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! now i can say,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's over for me coz i see its the night with the morning waiting on the other side :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooooh yea! i think i too said all of what i wanted to in a single line! FINALLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow i finally get my own place to sit at work (was eating into someone else's work station so far) and hope to get the laptop too. Ah, i need my space i realise. I always thought i simply HAD TO BE with a chirpy bubbly group around me...but feel like i need my own space within and outside these days. Its fun to have ur own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have begun believing that every person has 7 look alikes in this world. I saw a woman who looks exactly like a friend in my office. And NO am not looking faces into others! hehehe...but then what fun it is naa. You wont miss neone coz everytime u do all u gotta do is go chat up with this other person, and soon you shall grow outta it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok m blabberring now...cya guys...hope u guys have an awesome weekend. Would post some more interesting stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-113043025567978353?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/113043025567978353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=113043025567978353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113043025567978353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/113043025567978353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112991904209177542</id><published>2005-10-21T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:19:10.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chalte Chalte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Behta hai jeewan anjaani si dhara&lt;br /&gt;Na sagar hai koi na koi kinara&lt;br /&gt;Beheti hai kasti zara zara&lt;br /&gt;Jisko ho chune ki dil mei ek asha&lt;br /&gt;Dikhta na koi aisa nazara&lt;br /&gt;Chale jaa rahe hain chale jaa rahe hain&lt;br /&gt;Kahaa jaane na mazil, jaane na rasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112991904209177542?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112991904209177542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112991904209177542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112991904209177542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112991904209177542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/chalte-chalte.html' title='Chalte Chalte'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112922644635854054</id><published>2005-10-13T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:35:54.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what i wanna do, I wonder what i like, I wonder what is NAINA all about, I wonder whats my motto in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if i shall make it that far in life, I then wonder how far i wanna go, I wonder road beckons me, I wonder what can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder where i went wrong, I wonder if i did even go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how long shall i wonder, before i let it all go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112922644635854054?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112922644635854054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112922644635854054&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112922644635854054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112922644635854054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wonder-what-i-wanna-do-i-wonder-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-112913672718712828</id><published>2005-10-12T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:35:27.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DROVE I DROVE I DROVE I DROVE I DROVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i drove my car all by myself with my mom and sister sitting there comfortably and not panicking or praying , but talking and having fun for the first time. More importantly i drove after the daylight faded. My mom had this huge thing against me driving at night. Today it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good feeling, and a sense of growing up came. Thoughts instantly travelled to cold winter evenings when i shall be driving back on my own from office in my car, filled with the music i love. Me and My Car. We shall have a nice time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 new books in my drawer and not getting the time to read even one!! I dont believe this! My reading thirst is declining, and speed too. Need to check that. I wanna learn how to cook as well. I wanna learn to live on my own, all by myself. I have always accepted things people and everything as they were. I never kept any preferences or reservations, thinking that would make it easier to adapt to the people i really want to be with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i wonder if that was wrong. Coz then u taken for granted. You need to define your own bounadries and be stubborn about certain things...i wonder...o i wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112913672718712828?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112913672718712828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112913672718712828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112913672718712828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112913672718712828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-drove-i-drove-i-drove-i-drove-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112896676998646490</id><published>2005-10-10T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:22:49.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!Ailaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>First day in the office. The first person the whole group is asked to meet and interact with...MR HIM. ok his name's A.  A indeed is like a xerox copy of him, in style, personality, loks, physique everything. Infact he too has similar marks as him on his face. His way of working, his style of joking, interaction...sab vaisaeech hai baap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, interaction over, and we alloted our departments and Voillla guess what...i shall be working with Mr.A! I spent the whole day with him. Each momment wondering on how earth wud i survive. I am in love with this guy, who's Xerox copy is mr.A. My mind, body and heart jump and react as if it was him, and my brain goes crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i stared at him for the whole 30 minutes he lectured us. Hehehehe, i wonder if he noticed. Hands, fingers, nails, hair, the way they fall over his broad forehead, his eyes, his long arms...i can go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore the same colour combos as he did, sat in the same manner, as the same logical flow, and his voice...man!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall be working with him, we might have the same office room though different cubicles, and he would be taking me through the trainings.  I wish and hope i can differentiate enough and keep it professional...:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, its kinda nice feeling to have him around, its something like i can see all i want of my guy, in mr.A and not miss him...and feel he's there with me :-D even though he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in love is what R calls me...i dunno what 2 say 2 that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112896676998646490?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112896676998646490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112896676998646490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112896676998646490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112896676998646490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/ailaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='!!!!!!!Ailaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112879502640958357</id><published>2005-10-08T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:40:26.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu!</title><content type='html'>Her senses had become too full of HIM. Everything she did reminded her of him, his essence, his presence...rather his absence. She tried to drown herself in the beauty around her, in colours, in air, in nature in everything else to forget him. She thought she was doing a fairly good job.&lt;br /&gt;She set out to the same place as everyday, talking her morning stroll around the beautiful park to absorb enough freshness to beam it well. She had to meet her boss and the super boss that day and waited eagarly.They walked in at the very precise time mentioned, her boss, her super boss and HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She coudnlt believe her eyes, her heart raced, her breath stalled, what is HE doing here?!! It was him, she could see him from a distance, and she walked faster than ever to the room, to grab the first chair on the first table. They all came, and she saw...He was NOT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still wasnt content, she wanted to make sure, actually she didnt really know nething that time. She only gazed, gazed endlessly at him. The same face, the same forehead, the same eyes, the same smile, even the hair. He was dressed exactly like he would the same labels, the same colours. His manner so crisp, his smile so perfect. Damn!! she went crazy. Just the skin colour and texture differed. Yea! she noticed all this from that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it all went, all her past efforts, coz her body, mind and heart all reacted like they had done the 2nd time she met him. She didnt realise the "Spark" then, she felt it now. Then he stood up and spoke and with his voice came a grave worry...she must remember he;s not HIM! She must not try to fool herself, she must keep her distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now dreads Monday, the day she starts working in the same team and profile as his. He's with the super boss and she is with the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her...May God Bless Her and Give her enough resistence. People...what would you tell her???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112879502640958357?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112879502640958357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112879502640958357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112879502640958357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112879502640958357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112853189644968136</id><published>2005-10-05T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:42:43.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>And the craving for the wonderland took over the innocent mind at night. The dreams about the wonderland haunted me thru the night, and a mystical force pulled me to the place.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually my sis didnt have to go to office today so i got ready before time, and once m ready i cant sit at home, so left a bit early and landed at the place 30 mins before time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most well spent 30mins in months i must say. I walked barefoot on grass, drenched and washed pure by the dew. Felt like lying down on it, but alas! the boundation of keeping my clothes clean held me. Then i took over the swing - a nice simple wooden swing hung on a tree standing proudly in the middle of the vast garden. As i swung lightly with my legs folded up on the swing DUCKS quaked by :-D&lt;br /&gt;That was a really nice scene to see all of them some pure white others greyish, walk along by and not be stirred by my presence. Was wonderful to see their innocense. Then the care taker came to feed them and seeing me awed by them taught me how to feed them. They had Bread crumbs that morning and the momment they saw him they ran towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed me the crumbs and for some strange reason when i saw them flocking like a mad heard towards me ... hehehhe I RAN!!!!!!!! I RANNNNNNNNN and they ran behind me. O boy! that was crazy and stupid but fun, till i felt oh shucks m running away with the poor beings breakfast. HOW CRUEL could i be. GUILT STRUCK ME BIGTIME so i stopped and fed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caretaker then came and said "Oh why did u stop, they were having so much fun" and i was like "NOW U TELL ME!!" Its so tough to understand animals. What they feel for you, how they react to you.&lt;br /&gt;For that matter i think its way too tough for me to even understand people. I simply fail to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today again was a wonderfull day there. Calm, Serene and yea i took a walk all around the place today. Everything everybit is like wonderfull. I shall miss this place. Tomorrow is our last day here. Then we go back to the main office on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could come back here often :-( but alas...all good things come to an end and all good experiences must be cherished in memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112853189644968136?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112853189644968136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112853189644968136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112853189644968136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112853189644968136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-2-3.html' title='Day 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-112835726335310238</id><published>2005-10-03T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:04:23.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth?</title><content type='html'>Went for the first day of job today. Its beginning with a week long training at the bunglow of the owners of the company. This place has been transformed into a WellNess Place. Holds a lot of Spiritual and Meditation based workshops as well as the initial Induction programmes of the company. Oh i simply fell in love with the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simply, serene and has naturally beautiful gardens. No pomp and show, but sheer beauty. Sprinkled with Indian culture and ethinicity. Oh it simply fills your breath up with something so pure that you dont want to exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could fill myself with it. With the raw beauty of nature and spiritual bliss, fill myself so much that there remains no space for anything else. I felt today how much we run after things which are so artificial coz we percieve them to be the solutions to our problems and then once we achieve them we come back to achieve the ones which we earlier percieved to be of no value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...Gol Maal hai Sab Gol Maal Hai...Seedhe Raste Ki yeh, Tedhee hee Chaal hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt today - People are successful not because of their hard work but beacuse of their &lt;em&gt;PERCIEVED HARDWORK. &lt;/em&gt;Your boss is the one person who simply must LIKE you even if 10 others dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dont think i agree with that but that surely is what i must ensure at my new work place :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i learnt - Sambhog ke baad Sanyaas...i.e. need to go through all this to reach the level beyond all this...Maya ko paar karne se pehele Maya ke paar jaana hota hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...dunno how much i agree but here i am to do what they want me to :-D&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured this is another phase m beginning which shall be filled with learnings. Any tips people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112835726335310238?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112835726335310238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112835726335310238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112835726335310238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112835726335310238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth?'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-112826965961313011</id><published>2005-10-02T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:44:19.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Bollywood Heals ~</title><content type='html'>Tommorow ... 3rd October 2005, Kiddo shall go to work! I dunno what am stepping into :-D and m testing waters with both feet. Lets see whats up for me now. New Beginning...New Day...CRAZY! and 100% Uncertainity...Smells like me alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite some time since i was my own crazy carefree self. Away from the emotional clutter. I guess i can do so now for a while. As it goes, whenever i need something of this sorts, my dear Bollywood throws at me a song which says it all.  Giving it below - Aashayein - James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House is being painted, and spent the whole day setting up my room. Oh! its such a nice thing to do. Went down my thoughts to think of the day when i would be setting up my new home, with my dude. Just the two of us would set it all up, making each corner so tastefully OURS!&lt;br /&gt;Well, thoughts...only thoughts, he's already set up his home. Tough luck! m sure WE would have done a better job! :-P (Sour grapes ??!! whatever...God Bless them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme get back to my song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch paane ki ho aas aas, Koi armaa ho jo khaas khaas&lt;br /&gt;aashayeein.....&lt;br /&gt;har koshish me ho baar baar, kar edariyaoon ko paar paar&lt;br /&gt;aashayeein.....&lt;br /&gt;Toofaano ko cheer ke, manzilo ko cheen le&lt;br /&gt;aashayen khile dil ki, Ummeedey hase dil ki&lt;br /&gt;ab mushkil nahee kuch bhee, nahee kuch bhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ud jaaye le ke khushi , apne sang tujhko vahaa&lt;br /&gt;jannat se mulakat ho , poori ho  teri har dua&lt;br /&gt;aashaa khile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzare aise har raat raat, ho kwhishon se baat baat&lt;br /&gt;le kar suraj se aag aag , gaye jaa apna raag raag&lt;br /&gt;kuch aisa kar ke dikha , khud kush ho jaye khuda&lt;br /&gt;aashaayein khile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112826965961313011?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112826965961313011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112826965961313011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112826965961313011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112826965961313011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/bollywood-heals.html' title='~ Bollywood Heals ~'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112816757377293082</id><published>2005-10-01T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:11:23.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a long long drive last night. A long road, endowed with natural beauty of trees and sky and not the concrete buildings. There were awesome songs on the radio too, the great old hindi numbers and gazhals. Sky was very clear - stars shined like diamonds. The air here already has the hints of winters coming so the slight chill was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long time i did something which made my happy, well actually i didnt really do much. He made the plans and all. Earlier we thought of going for a movie but we were a bit late so ended up with coffee at Mocha. Rolls from the roadside vendor :-D. Awesome rolls thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have ice cream too but there was none on our drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang songs (I didnt really sing), talked about crazy stuff, laughed, it was nice. R was unsually quiet, normally she's the one riding all conversations, and sat at the back. J was with her, equally quiet but enjoying the music. K and I sat in the front. I didnt wanna put on the seat belt which got him a bit "Concerned" hehehee...nehow he drove well. K was nice to me, and we had a nice time togehter.&lt;br /&gt;Feels good, Feels nice...i wonder how long this one shall last :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112816757377293082?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112816757377293082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112816757377293082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112816757377293082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112816757377293082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-for-long-long-drive-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112793634034397029</id><published>2005-09-29T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:09:00.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont wanna miss something that may pass by&lt;br /&gt;an opportunity that could perhaps make me fly&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are red, tired and week&lt;br /&gt;yet m too afraid to close them and sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112793634034397029?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112793634034397029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112793634034397029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112793634034397029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112793634034397029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-wanna-miss-something-that-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112783696427354191</id><published>2005-09-27T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:32:47.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>Choices. It feels good to know you have more than one options to explore. Feels like Ganpati Bapppa, the lord of all directions has opened them all up for you.&lt;br /&gt;The second momment it gets the worse thing to happen coz u have no clue where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices...its sad when u dont have ne...and its bad when u have ones u cant decide amongst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can decide for neone else...but for myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Jaaein To Jaaein Kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Jaaein To Jaaein Kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Samajhegaa, Kaun Yahaan,&lt;br /&gt;Dard Bhare Dil Kii Zubaan&lt;br /&gt;Jaaein To Jaaein Kahaan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112783696427354191?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112783696427354191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112783696427354191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112783696427354191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112783696427354191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112756486934814044</id><published>2005-09-24T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:57:49.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somthing big has happened in my life. Something that every student dreams of , or maybe doesnt even dream of. Have completed my MBA and such a style that makes a statement. Everyone's awed at the glory and applause surrounds me.  Yeah i have accomplished what everyone dreams of, and i dreamt of too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly so, the thrill, the happiness the feeling is not there. The one person who i wanted to tell about it to before neone got to know, didnt even react to it. He inspired me, he lead me and he rekindled the hope to get up and walk everytime i was tired, but when i finished the journey he wasnt even around to see it did so. When told him it seemed like it didnt even matter nemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom Dad and family are really happy and proud! But Me... I dont feel a thing inside. Its sad, so sad...a sad sad situation, but feel more dead than ever inside. Biggest momments of my life perhaps. Limelight, victory, glamour, coverage, rewards, everything coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;My name shall be written in GOLDEN LETTERS in the hall of fame of my college, but so sad i feel not like a hero. I feel like a lost warrior who won the battle but lost everything that mattered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112756486934814044?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112756486934814044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112756486934814044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112756486934814044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112756486934814044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/somthing-big-has-happened-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112733445986140142</id><published>2005-09-22T00:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:57:40.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up</title><content type='html'>My whole day went today or atleast the  greater part of it in wrapping up the 33 books i bought for the toppers of my class.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life has my patience been tested so much.&lt;br /&gt;Things i discovered :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cellotape is a stupid thing and very unstable, once cut it keeps getting stuck at wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;2. Glittery paper is bad to wrap with - very untidy&lt;br /&gt;3. Music makes time fly faster&lt;br /&gt;4. Its sickining to keep wrapping books one after the another for 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;5. Monotonous work is kinda boring and stupid after a while&lt;br /&gt;6. P is very very very irritating and obsessed with Manoj&lt;br /&gt;7. Even simple little things needs expertise to be worked upon&lt;br /&gt;8. Perfection is not valued by most people, they dont even try to get anywhere there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy about BOOKS :-D ... though i take a lot of time to read them but i love to have a lot of them around :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we give our juniors a freshers party, a gr8 lunch and i get my hand picked books :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112733445986140142?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112733445986140142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112733445986140142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112733445986140142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112733445986140142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/wrapping-up.html' title='Wrapping up'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112723211464124661</id><published>2005-09-20T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:31:54.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Books ~</title><content type='html'>I always had a dream to have my own little collection of books and a reading room or something.&lt;br /&gt;So it wa a nice surprise to know that college is giving out books to toppers in each subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the books i finally shortlisted after days of running around the indiatimes stock rooms and libraries and all over the Times house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0071362940/qid=1127230699/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;21 leaders for the 21st century - Fons Trompenaars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0316172324/qid=1127230832/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt; Blink: The Power Of Thinking Without Thinking - Malcom Gladwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0002EAU40/qid=1127230910/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Straight from the gut - Jack Welch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0091894603/qid=1127231003/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;How to have a beautiful mind - Edward De Bono&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0140230777/qid=1127231057/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Teach yourself how to think - Edward De Bono&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0071398503/qid=1127231193/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-1265495-4181541?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Brand Warfare&lt;/a&gt;-  David F. D'Alessandro&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://store.indiatimes.com/book/PlanetMBookDetails.jsp?audbookid=aub00007300"&gt;Games People PLay - Eric Md Berne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can do justice to these books... Thanks guys! for suggesting books, but the people didnt have those titles. Maybe next time. Though i plan to go down to the roadside book market more often once i start earning :-D&lt;br /&gt;I need to devote a lot of more time to myself, and my interests now...they almost starving to death. Music, Reading, Dancing, Cooking...havent paid attention to them in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;I hope times change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112723211464124661?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112723211464124661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112723211464124661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112723211464124661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112723211464124661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/books_20.html' title='~ Books ~'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112707567024329397</id><published>2005-09-19T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:05:49.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Books!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have to buy some books -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please suggest some...&lt;br /&gt;on life, on moving on in life, on branding, on strategy etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need them urgently as need to submit my list to college by tuesday.....HELP!! i want good books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112707567024329397?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112707567024329397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112707567024329397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112707567024329397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112707567024329397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/books.html' title='Books!!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112679995345784573</id><published>2005-09-15T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:29:13.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...i wrote a real lousy post...so erased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had my few seconds of fame of course as always followed immediately by some equally disheartening ones...but i guess if my happiness is not killed within the shortest times possible, that now becomes a cause of worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I topped my class in 4 out of the last 8 exams. Scored 97 in one!!! which came as a pleasant surprise. I was told that for each paper i have topped in i would get a book of my choice! Thats like a dream come true. I always wanted to have my own library of books. I have topped so far in something like 7-8 subjects. People suggest some good books for me to buy. Of course not too expensive ones :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment these days passes like a class full of learning!!! Man! and i thought i could relax for a while after exams got over.  wonder what i shall reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...got no more to write..so bring this to an abrupt end...sowwie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112679995345784573?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112679995345784573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112679995345784573&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112679995345784573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112679995345784573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-112636130655808308</id><published>2005-09-10T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:38:26.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...like just came back from my LAST EXAM today and i see miss &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pixel8.rediffblogs.com"&gt;Pixie&lt;/a&gt; has left a huge QUESTIONNAIRE for me. Though i hate to do this, but fine this ones for u honey.&lt;br /&gt;Actually on the way back was wondering - Life, Me, and NOW WHAT...tht the party is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1. Give up everything i have for a spiritual cause.&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a chain of retail outlets - Apparel, shoes, Books &amp; stationary, restaurants etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make my family and their families happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Love someone enough to give him a new life.&lt;br /&gt;5. Own a small cottage by the water, near the mountains, and loads of open sky.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drive &amp; Ride the best of automobiles - and own a few too&lt;br /&gt;7. Ok yea, i wannab famous too - for good things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can do&lt;br /&gt;1. Procastinate&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Lazy&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Mess things up&lt;br /&gt;5. ok... i am not going to think of more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can't do&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be tactful.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make people like me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Love.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stick to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember Birthdates and DAYS!.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;1. Intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maturity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;6. Voice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Respect for people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o my GOD!!!! :-O Pixie!!! )&lt;br /&gt;Ok... just copied ur list :-D ... nah! i dont have ne parameters, only that i dislike a lot of things :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you say most&lt;br /&gt;1. hi&lt;br /&gt;2. whatever&lt;br /&gt;3. ailaa&lt;br /&gt;4. hmm&lt;br /&gt;5. yea go on&lt;br /&gt;6. and say&lt;br /&gt;7. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard Gere (Shall we dance)&lt;br /&gt;2. Abhishek Bacchan&lt;br /&gt;3. Him (future celeb)&lt;br /&gt;Ok i aint a very crushy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you would want to take this quiz - hehehe i dont wanna tag neone ...but i guess that'll break teh chain...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="the-think.blogspot.com"&gt;The-Think&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="bykedwytch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="clatter.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Wham-Gurl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok dunno who else...sowwiew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112636130655808308?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112636130655808308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112636130655808308&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112636130655808308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112636130655808308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112603889688872197</id><published>2005-09-07T02:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:01:13.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was searching for something in my drawer, hehehe as usual when i need something the most i cant seem to find it, or i loose it. This time aroud i found something nice, wonders of the hidden drawers and closets i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple tissue - with a few lines written across wrapped in a twig like a gift. Instantly came and searched for the song, its so nice to listen to those long lost favourite songs once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Its so cool to find some 10-20 bucks in the pocket of your jeans u wore last week and didnt give for a wash (thank god) or find a feather or a flower in one of those old books u loved to read and re-read...&lt;br /&gt;Memories - they nice little things which should haunt you for life :- D&lt;br /&gt;Yipppeeee.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses like a night in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Like a mountain in spring-time&lt;br /&gt;like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses,&lt;br /&gt;come fill me again.&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;let me give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Let me drown in your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;let me die in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay down beside you,&lt;br /&gt;let me always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;come love me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112603889688872197?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112603889688872197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112603889688872197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112603889688872197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112603889688872197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-searching-for-something-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112594009660736878</id><published>2005-09-05T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:42:22.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-9/417390/ShriGanesh.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vakratunda Mahakaya Suryakoti Samprabha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nirvighnam Kuru Me Dev Sarvakaryeshu Sarvada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanatan.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;www.sanatan.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ganesh Chaturthi is on 7th September. I beilieve Ganpatiji is very kind. He is very kind hearted and whoever surrender unto him, he helps him. He opens all directions for him, he gives him the courage and determination to walk on even when all you see is darkness. He is the destroyer of all evil and has immense power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is the ocean of all Gyan, and power, he is the only translator, he gives us concentration, will power, motivation and guidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, this aint a spiritual essay on Ganpati Bappa, but yes, his name itself gives so much energy. I love the way Mumbaites celebrate his 10 day stay in their homes. How crazily they get down to the roads and sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GANPATI BAPPA MORIYA!!! MANGAL MOORTI MORIYA! MORIYA RE BAPPA MORIYA RE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If anyone who reads this blog, has even the slightest bit of dissolution, confusion and helplessness in their minds i say, 7th Sep is the day you should try your luck and devotion. If u believe in God, and in Ganpati Bappa, thats the day you should chant his name and pray to him to show you the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;God Bless Us All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112594009660736878?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112594009660736878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112594009660736878&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112594009660736878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112594009660736878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/vakratunda-mahakaya-suryakoti.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112576688292971953</id><published>2005-09-03T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:45:59.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grand Finale!</title><content type='html'>And the GRAND FINALE of my course has begun.&lt;br /&gt;6 days, 8 exams - that spell the closing chapter of a year i shall never forget in life. A year that changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days and after that would know where i stand. Next 6 days would know where i am going. Is that driving in fast lane or wut?! Reminds me of those days in school. Was into a lot of atheletics, and loved the long distance races.&lt;br /&gt;You had to take as many as 4-7 rounds of the huge field, and keep running running and running, keeping the pace up. In the last round, you would be like exhausted and spent, and panting, and feel like you werent moving the legs but the legs were moving ur body -&lt;br /&gt;and then you had to pull it all together and PULL YOURSELF BEYOND your imagination, stretch, pull, scream, and run, run faster with no energy left, extract the smallest molecule of energy within u and run and run, and then slowly you would see yourself leaving the other guy behind.&lt;br /&gt;THAT was victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i need to do even now! Thrilling, yea, wanna give it a shot yea, but dunno  - if i still have that fire to fire it all up.&lt;br /&gt;A victory is a victory if you actually put every bit of it into it...i hope i can also do so :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112576688292971953?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112576688292971953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112576688292971953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112576688292971953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112576688292971953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/09/grand-finale.html' title='Grand Finale!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112551521942939142</id><published>2005-09-01T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:36:59.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Double Jeopardy</title><content type='html'>A day FULL of things.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt, Pain, Betrayal (in some sense) and then hope, light, success and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;All packed into one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall flavour being blue- coz my friend stabbed me in the face (not even the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things make a big difference. and yeah i am a bit of an emotional dweep when it comes to culting with my friends . I can kill/ Die/ Steal/ Beg / Borrow for them... and expect them to atleast trust me, not judge me, have faith in what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, either i didnt bond enough with her, or maybe we not really as close friends as i thought we were.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a slit thru the heart, another bullet in tht piece. Will live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!! that was a gr8 farewell gift.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112551521942939142?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112551521942939142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112551521942939142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112551521942939142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112551521942939142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/double-jeopardy.html' title='Double Jeopardy'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112532913412008904</id><published>2005-08-29T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:55:34.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been away for a while&lt;br /&gt;will be away for a while&lt;br /&gt;Exams next week&lt;br /&gt;placements follow that&lt;br /&gt;clouds of confusions&lt;br /&gt;winds of dissillusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112532913412008904?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112532913412008904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112532913412008904&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112532913412008904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112532913412008904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/been-away-for-while-will-be-away-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112447207456093812</id><published>2005-08-19T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:51:14.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Salaam Namaste!!</title><content type='html'>Ik din ik pal ik jaaniya&lt;br /&gt;Aaj hai kal phir ud jaaniya&lt;br /&gt;Ud janiya, Ud janiya, Ud Janiya&lt;br /&gt;Aa mil ja phir gale haste haste&lt;br /&gt;Salaam namastee , salaam namastee, salaam namastee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Yash Raj movies. They have life in them. And i love parts of songs somehow. The above song is like Kal Ho Na Ho u know... Live in The MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that exists forever is THIS MOMENTEverything else, time, space, past, future everything is relative. If you can life each passing moment of life to its fullest, dude no matter what happens you have LIVED your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my MOTTO for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;and PUNJABI Dhol Beats RULE! Punjabi crazy dance rules! and PINK is the cutest colour :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised lately how big a movie buff i really am! I LOVE watching movies. They pep me up inside (Deja Vu??!!) Brings me back to my dreamland :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda happy today, though i know tommorow will be bad, though i know my night would be sleepless, though i know that i shall scrape my dream midway tonight coz i know it wont ever come true, though i am not well, though i have boring classes tommorow, Still i am happy - a crazy feeling, like when u pick ur bike and go for a short spin, with wind in ur hair, huggin u close, and no one to catch u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my sisters happy today. We dont have no brothers, and feels a little sad when the whole world is busy tying Rakhi's and hugging their brothers...but me did a small little thing of gifting both my sisters the BIGGEST Dairymilk in the market. They both smiled and felt like kiddos jumping around with them... BLISS....ABSOLUTE BLISS...God Bless them, and Mom &amp; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam Namaste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112447207456093812?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112447207456093812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112447207456093812&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112447207456093812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112447207456093812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/salaam-namaste.html' title='Salaam Namaste!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112420939447285768</id><published>2005-08-16T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:53:14.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Farewell  - Times to bid goodbye to some good times and phases in life to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September shall bring a bundle of farewell's to me. Infact they have already begun. Ah! I hate good bye's but never the less, you have to say Good Bye as thats when you can say "See ya later" as well. Also, when u say good bye, you can say hi to someone else too :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to my past&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to him&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to the handfull of merry days&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to the kiddo&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to ... so many more things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning is beckoning me, should gear up for it. Its time to fly, need to fix my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS CALLING...DONT MISS THE CALL ;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112420939447285768?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112420939447285768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112420939447285768&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112420939447285768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112420939447285768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112395446190433099</id><published>2005-08-13T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:12:18.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Motto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT NEED TO COMPETE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT NEED TO TRY&lt;br /&gt;IF THE WORLD SHALL RUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHALL CHOOSE TO FLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The course is coming to an end now. The CATEGORY PRESENTATION (the biggest) for my group took place on friday (cause of my absence for so long). It made me believe in things i didnt about myself. Went well ofcourse. Got recognised as a marketer :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wrote these lines way back in a poem on this very blog, and yesterday these lines created a wave of an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lesson: Always cherish and treasure your thoughts, you never know how beautiful it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Realisation: All great people i have met (as in people of substance) had diaries or small notebooks with them always. Coz they ideas walked into their rooms without appointments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BLOGGING RULEZ!!! My notebook for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112395446190433099?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112395446190433099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112395446190433099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112395446190433099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112395446190433099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-motto-i-dont-need-to-competei-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112343949004983820</id><published>2005-08-07T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:01:30.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DAY OUT</title><content type='html'>Today was FRIENDSHIP DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe in days as such, unless i discored they were the brain childs of marketers like me :-D hehehe...still what the heck. Going with the flow as someone said (&lt;a href="pixel8.rediffblogs.com"&gt;Pixie&lt;/a&gt;) its nice to sometimes express youe love the way others want to hear it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bought gifts for a few handful close pals of mine. Today being a Sunday, we stil had a Marathon Lecture of 5 hours of Economics. So went to college. As got late in the morning skipped breakfast (That too PAO BHAJI which mom made) and to my hard luck all shops and restaurants even roadside stalls are close in our college area on sundays :-(&lt;br /&gt;So starved till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was bad, but i had a great time thanks to her. She is one of the best people rather the bestest person i have met in TSM. I am so glad we are friends and pray we continue to remain so. Later we freaked out more and literally spent the whole day from 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM together :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me put Mehendi on my hands, and also with her great PESTER POWER got me agreed to dress up for college tomorrow. I am finally going to wear a proper Indian Ethenic Dress aka Salwar Suit tomorrow to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaan mei jhumka, chaal mei thumka..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a shocking experience for all my classmates who have seen my various avtars, all kinda away from a TYPICAL GIRLIE avtar.&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont know if they'd b shocked or surpised , if they'd like to see me in an Indian Ethenic avatar or laugh over it, but hell - Naina is unpredictable. Always beyond your imagination. Whenever you shall think you under stand her well, and know exactly what she is all about, she shall proove there are many more layers lying under :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck ppl, i hate to manage the dupatta and open hair together :-?&lt;br /&gt;Will continue the MOTTO STORY later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112343949004983820?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112343949004983820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112343949004983820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112343949004983820'/><link rel='self' 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question yet.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand i asked myself if i have ne hangups in dying right now :-D&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I'm glad noone asked me that either :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Whats your motto in life?&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;Question: Whats the first thought on your mind when u wake up each morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer these questions for me :-)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112326412770929755?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112326412770929755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112326412770929755&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lonely star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;upon the mail van passing by&lt;br /&gt;under the bridge over which train's running by&lt;br /&gt;when i see 2 chirping birds fly&lt;br /&gt;upon  a fallen eye lash&lt;br /&gt;upon the table when 2 of us speak togther&lt;br /&gt;every morning&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nye nye nye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112308936218506723?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112308936218506723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112308936218506723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112308936218506723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112308936218506723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish-i-wish-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112308684442307848</id><published>2005-08-03T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:04:04.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it hot ?</title><content type='html'>Delhi's Scorching hot !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe not enough to cook raw eggs on the roads (&lt;a href="http://www.pixel8.rediffblogs.com"&gt;Pixie&lt;/a&gt;) but surely hot. Well, was going to office as usual with my bike pool classmate when we stopped by a huge MCD water tanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the red light turned green the tanker jolted to a start with cold water splashing right out of it onto us. Cross my heart i had a bath this morning, still!!! but within 10 minutes of driving and stopping along the road the shirt was completly dry with no signs of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another red light and another tanker and stupid saurabh had to be @ the right place @ the right time to get another shower!! MAN!!! again we were wet all over but neverthelss reached office dry like a desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got late today and as we returned the sun had set and the sky refused to shed the colours that the sun had sprayed. Holding on to the shades bought to its life by the sun, the sky looked majestic. There was a slight breeze as we rode along on the bike. I sat behind mummed in silence gazing at the sky (which i love doing) and feeling the breeze run through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered some evenings which i shall never forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112308684442307848?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112308684442307848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112308684442307848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112308684442307848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112308684442307848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-it-hot.html' title='Is it hot ?'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112273135425591300</id><published>2005-07-30T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:23:54.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remedies 4 ROTTEN DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22 fun ideas to give urself a mood makeover and kick out the blues -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Belt it out - SING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even if its worse than the gud 'ol donkeys bray. Sing, even if its a short silly song, sing in ur car, in the shower, with the friends, on top of the building :-D (umm provided there's noone to push u off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Take a DAY OFF -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When things are going wrong, go right. change the direction, take a day off, all by yourselves, read, have a ot of tea, lie arnd in ur pajamas, take long afternoon nap, go out for a wlak in the evening to the childrens park, swing on the swings and just et your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Photo Up -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dig out an old album or good 'ol school times, or first birthdays etc your first bike, ur first crush on the funky art teacher and u shall soon be smiling - oh not to forget the school farewell where u wore a saree for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. TRASH IT -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; write out all the things going wrong with u right now on seperate pieces of paper. Read up one by one and tear and throw em in the basket, SHOW EM who;s the boss. Vent out ur vengence on them :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Over tip someone -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Doing something simply and niec to someone makes u smile. Buy the gajras sold @ the red lights from the little girl and pay her an extra buck, buy some baloons which are not worth the tenner but with a smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Face it up -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gandhiji's advice - whenever u feel like u having the worst possible phase in life, just remember the face of a really really suffering poor, helpless person. It shall show u how much better offu are, and so much more that you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. More Orangy! -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Although all colours do good, but orange pepps up the moods the most. so get those orange t's or pencils or posters up arnd u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Natural Therepy -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; umm nope not talking abt those zillion thousand massages... but a simple barefoot walk on the dewy grass, or a simple 15 mins of watering ur plants :-) Mamma Nature loves u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Paint it up -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PLAY with paints , do a qucik finger painting, crayon stuff, use ur thumb, feet, fingers nething, paint a wall, t-shirt or even ur own face! :-D Paper ofcourse is another thing u can always use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Be your own Friend -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Split urselves into two friends. Hehehe, wut wud u do for ur bestest friend or a sweet lill girl who's sad as she dropped her top scoop of ice cream or cut her babrbies hair which now dont grow back... Do that for yourself...talk and pamper urself as u wud to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. SHOP -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mwahahahaha the KILLER ALL TIME FAV. thing to pep neones mood - be it a man or woman - GO SHOP - get urself a fab bargain on that shirt or kurta u always wanted, or at that kabari walla who wud give u the precious books for peanuts, or the saloon which is running a scheme of a free head massage with a hair cut :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Be the SKY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sit quietly for a few minutes and imagine yourself as the wide blue sky - with ur feeling of worry, frustration, anger, or fear as distinct clouds moving across the horizon. IN doing so, you shall be reminded that self is far bigger than these feeelings and moods, which are temporary and passing through rather than taking you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. CHOCOLATES -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chocs contain mood uplifting chemicals - it increases endorphins and serotonin in blood, promoting a sense of well being. So go give urself a choco break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Dance Away -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; remember the dancing baby from Ally Mc Beal? put on ur fav music, crazy music and just swing with it. Dance with urself, closeu r eyes and just move... swing with urself, go crazy, jump, scream whateva u wanna do just dance wit hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Smell the happiness -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i always keep a whole stock of Incense Sticks, Deo's, Perfumes and soaps. People say u shud use only one kinda fragrance which u identify urself with... Me says, smell like ur mood, rather smell like u wanna smell. Sporty, Fun, Relaxed, Sexy. Incense sticks, Aroma Oils, even perfumes sprayed into a bucket of water for ur bath, simply relax ur senses. Sooth ur senses and u rocking to work again ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Pay a Compliment -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take a minute off and get ur nose out of the files, pay a simple compliment to ur secretary, ur team mate and say how cool its to work with em. If frnds hug em (Rashmi n I do it all the time ...hehehe though ppl think we crazy) and smiles wud light up on their faces and electric recharge of energy both in u and them...caryy on then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Get ur hands DIRTY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Take a pottery class and muck around like a kiddo. Ok... no pottery, use Playing dough, Clay or what the hell even ur plain ol chappti DOGH, make something cray lill, like a stupi mask, or a pendant and flash it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. Walk Walk Walk -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Walk like crazy, mayb even all the way from ur office to home. BESTESTEST way to ward off ur anger aggression and "GRrrrrrrrr wanna kill him" :-D Another good option is playing basketball all alone for hours - but tht is subject to neighbours not killing u for dribbling liek mad in ur courtyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Bring the OCEAN inside -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i LOVEeeeeeee the OCEAN, the WATER! stimulate the effect of walking on a beach for hours, or watching a sea splash across, by al uxurious bath, or a great poster or a video u downloaded on kazaa. else put a table spoon of salt in ur bath tub or a bucket, put on a cd/cassete of running water sounds , light a sea breeze candle or smthing, and sit with ur eyes clsoe imaginign the sea... TRUST me the effect is like AWESOMELY COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Watch the water -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well if u in Mumbai or places near water, ur life is heaven! A calm pond, a swift river or the mighty ocean, GAZE at it for hours with some pop corn, or music, or nthing. Even the rains are so beautiful go to the roof top, watch the hail falling, or simply go 2 ur bathroom, take a shower and watch the water flow all across u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Moments of GRATITUDE -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no matter how bad u feel things are god shall always give u a handful of things u could be happy about. Take a deep breath and DIRECT DIL se thank God for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. SPUNK IT UP -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Finally , dress the way u feel. U wanna kick some butt then pull out tht funky punky torn pair of jeans and top it with a real rad, strong and screamy T-shirt! NO TARSH in my life. So he thinks pink is outrageous, SO WHAT! wear a tangy pink T with ur fav blue jeans, colour it all up! Un Knot all the ties, rufle tht hair up! go mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically...whenever u feel u being pulled and tagged in ten differnt directions...GET UP and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;              ~~~UNLEASH YOUR SENSES~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112273135425591300?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112273135425591300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112273135425591300&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112273135425591300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112273135425591300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/remedies-4-rotten-days.html' title='Remedies 4 ROTTEN DAYS!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112257625947280251</id><published>2005-07-29T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:17:44.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do u do when everything inside feels dead?&lt;br /&gt;What do u do when the emotions solidify&lt;br /&gt;The tears dry leaving the scars&lt;br /&gt;The eyes freeze waiting for the glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wannabe rude, you wannabe be shrewed&lt;br /&gt;but all u wish for&lt;br /&gt;is 2 pence of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living two lives&lt;br /&gt;or wearing two masks&lt;br /&gt;the smile on the face&lt;br /&gt;conceals the the shattered glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you trying to fool&lt;br /&gt;is the question you should ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112257625947280251?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112257625947280251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112257625947280251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112257625947280251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112257625947280251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-do-u-do-when-everything-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112247636626205214</id><published>2005-07-27T20:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:31:18.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heared about the Mumbai Rains today.&lt;br /&gt;First thing was to count the names of the people i know there.&lt;br /&gt;Second thing SURPRISE! Wasnt like worried sick to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;Usually get pretty frantic and shoot off calls and messages, this time around simply prayed!&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i somewhat imagined the person i called was stuck somewhere...then what? I would simply waste his mobile charge, and talktime and probably disturb him somewhere. Cant do anything to help form here naa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thoughts wandered to analyse the general human behaviour. Why do we want to make sure the people we know are safe? Is it coz we want to help them or help ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Is it to reassure ourselves and rest our frantic veins and thoughts in the head? or to ensure we help them in whatever way we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all was quite amusing to me, specially when even after realising it woudnlt make a difference i still had to oblige my impulsive "WANT" to sms and call :-D&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake when people didnt reply :-D another logical argument popped up - Networks mayb blocked! Geez... The games mind plays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet subconsciously kept searching for clues and hints :-D&lt;br /&gt;1. watching every telecast of news, to find ne familiar faces in the crowds being shown&lt;br /&gt;2. checking offlines messages on yaoo&lt;br /&gt;3. reading and re reading the blogs...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny the way the Mind, the Heart and the Head contradict...if bought into synergy the trio can leap and fly across, above and beyond all boundaries. Wonder how to achieve that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112247636626205214?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112247636626205214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112247636626205214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112247636626205214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112247636626205214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/mysterious-mind.html' title='Mysterious Mind'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112222376721531119</id><published>2005-07-24T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:20:52.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Prayers From The Heart ~</title><content type='html'>Vakratunda Mahakaya&lt;br /&gt;Suryakoti Samprabha&lt;br /&gt;Nirvighnam Kuru Me Dev&lt;br /&gt;Sarvakaryeshu Sarvada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarvamagal Mangalye&lt;br /&gt;Shive Sarvarth Sadhike&lt;br /&gt;Sharanye Triyambke Gauri&lt;br /&gt;Narayane Namastute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying at your holy feet, Let the light guide thy soul.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Soul please take thy by hand and guide thru the maze of this maya.&lt;br /&gt;Please bless thy soul, Heal thy heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112222376721531119?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112222376721531119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112222376721531119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112222376721531119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112222376721531119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/prayers-from-heart.html' title='~ Prayers From The Heart ~'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112214877656743592</id><published>2005-07-24T01:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:35:36.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you want to be an angel&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna play some magic On my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a poet&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be my string You could be anything&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover&lt;br /&gt;You could even be the Man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the player&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the string&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something It just don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise&lt;br /&gt;By the dark glass on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Though your flesh has crystallised&lt;br /&gt;Still...you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the pillow Where I lay my head&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the feathers Lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the cover Of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;Create a scene&lt;br /&gt;Every day a little sadder&lt;br /&gt;A little madder&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me a ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the singer&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be the song&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong&lt;br /&gt;You see I really have to tell you That it all gets so intense&lt;br /&gt;From my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense&lt;br /&gt;Still...you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emerson, Lake &amp; Palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Still u turn me on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112214877656743592?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112214877656743592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112214877656743592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112214877656743592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112214877656743592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-want-to-be-angel-do-you-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112205360845719820</id><published>2005-07-22T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:03:28.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now i know why all working people look so so forward to a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Two whole days of holiday, to do all the things you have been planning to do&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might take a break from here&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Weekend and God Bless All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112205360845719820?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-112187487746232047</id><published>2005-07-20T21:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:24:37.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gurupoornima</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Gurupoornima.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the greatest day for disciples, to thank their Guru's for the blessings, guidence and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about the essence of the day - &lt;a href="http://sanatan.org"&gt;http://sanatan.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who's my Gurudev, I hope to know someday :-) All i know is the blessings are there, sometimes i see them, on others they dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple prayer at His Holy Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya Jya thikani man jaye majhe&lt;br /&gt;tya tya thikani nij roop tujhe&lt;br /&gt;me thevito mastak jya thikani&lt;br /&gt;thethe tujhe sadguru pay donhe&lt;br /&gt;Shri gurve namaha, Shri gurve namaha, Shri gurve namaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every place that my mind wanders&lt;br /&gt;may it find your essence there Gurudeva&lt;br /&gt;Each and Every place i bow my head&lt;br /&gt;may it find your holy feet Gurudeva&lt;br /&gt;PLease guide me, please protect me, please inspire me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112187487746232047?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112187487746232047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112187487746232047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112187487746232047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112187487746232047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/gurupoornima.html' title='Gurupoornima'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112170827584314541</id><published>2005-07-18T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:07:55.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DAY # 1</title><content type='html'>First day at my prospective employment place.&lt;br /&gt;We on for a 21 day internship there right now.&lt;br /&gt;The place SUCKS! bigtime...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if thats the kinda work place and profile i am really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days to find out if i can fit in or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my wandering self...or atleast getting there. So many things to explore, outside and within. This could be the beginning or the end. Or the End and Beginning both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehawhehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i live by these days is - Jab jab jo jo hona hai, Tab tab so so hona hai&lt;br /&gt;No one gets more than one's detined to, and noone gets less than that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chin up lady and hup one two three four, hup two three four....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112170827584314541?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112170827584314541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112170827584314541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112170827584314541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112170827584314541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-1.html' title='DAY # 1'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112136725890664104</id><published>2005-07-15T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:24:18.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Lamp</title><content type='html'>Tommorow is my last day of exams!&lt;br /&gt;After that shall begin a new journey for 3 weeks. Will go on the first REAL internship, to get a piece of what i shall be working as 2 months down the line.&lt;br /&gt;My first stint with real life work experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of now, all i see is end of a grilling week of continuous exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna part tomorrow, but am sure would meet hurdles. Yet, have a back up plan for myself - Party all by myself tomorrow night. Any suggestions on what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rains are greeting the city every day now. Monsoon is really here. The freshness of everything around me is inspiring, makes me feel like changing over completly. Does bring back memories of people...when the breeze and the rain drops touch u , and u feel like not letting neone touch u and yet the droplets find there way thru it turns ur saddness into an inevitable smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the season of hope, of dreams, of aspirations, of inspiration, of determination, of courage, of love, of peace, of change...&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATE the essence !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112136725890664104?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112136725890664104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112136725890664104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112136725890664104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112136725890664104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/midnight-lamp.html' title='Midnight Lamp'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112126504801362169</id><published>2005-07-13T19:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:00:48.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Biking in the RAINS!!!</title><content type='html'>Had my first date with the Rains today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we moved out of college after a total Pakauu (sickening) exam rains greeted us!&lt;br /&gt;Was on a bike, got drenched from head to toe and the cold wind and rain greeted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really cool experience...to zoom around (ok he drove only @ 70kmph) and have the rain and wind hugging me...&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed Naturally for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college we used to have a saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suhana mausam ho, Funky bike ho, Peeche hum ho.... aur aage koi smart banda ho " :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... smiled for atleast 5 minutes remembering that...followed by some more crazy memories from college.&lt;br /&gt;The 45 minute ride was surely a gift from God...to life the spirits and spread a smile across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112126504801362169?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112126504801362169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112126504801362169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112126504801362169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112126504801362169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/biking-in-rains.html' title='Biking in the RAINS!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112117239265209877</id><published>2005-07-12T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:16:32.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never believed it to be true, untill now when i see it happening with my own eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life, and life changes, things start flowing and luck, happiness and vision follows you. And then those people leave and your whole world crashes&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, Physically, Logically - all the things start going wrong, all you see is broken pieces and tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt make ne sense - whats your life got to do with someone else's presence? Whats your life's story got to do with someone elses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it all blurs out, and everything seems to be slipping out - like water thru the fingers,&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is cry out loud within your heart - coz u know no one's gonna hear when u call out - help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did i do wrong? Where the hell did i go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Well... God alone knows, and he's the one having all the fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112117239265209877?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112117239265209877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112117239265209877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112117239265209877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112117239265209877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-believed-it-to-be-true-untill.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112100118961440842</id><published>2005-07-10T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:43:09.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much i wish today i could say&lt;br /&gt;in his ears as he sits next to me&lt;br /&gt;darling i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;so much so that cant say it more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much i wish today i could&lt;br /&gt;hold him in my arms and hug&lt;br /&gt;tell him things would be better&lt;br /&gt;but then he doesnt like to hear those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much i wish today i could&lt;br /&gt;stretch out my hand which he would hold&lt;br /&gt;as we sit together anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and simply look deep into each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much i wish today i could&lt;br /&gt;do something to make things better&lt;br /&gt;pacify his heart&lt;br /&gt;make him smile&lt;br /&gt;do anything to fade those tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gone into his shell&lt;br /&gt;withdrawn from this meaningless world&lt;br /&gt;what goes on his head&lt;br /&gt;is a huge mystery&lt;br /&gt;which he alone beholds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much  i wish today i could&lt;br /&gt;turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and bring it to where we were friends&lt;br /&gt;There he spoke so freely&lt;br /&gt;his hearts desires pouring&lt;br /&gt;without a thought or calcuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do when i love him so much&lt;br /&gt;How can i make his life better&lt;br /&gt;How can i tell him it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;weather he can love me back or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna tell him is let me be near&lt;br /&gt;Coz my love for him is eternal...&lt;br /&gt;All i want is him to stay&lt;br /&gt;in whatever style in whatever way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude... Dont know how to do this better... Besides saying "I SHALL LOVE YOU" Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112100118961440842?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112100118961440842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112100118961440842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112100118961440842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112100118961440842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-much-i-wish-today-i-could-say-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112097567915654477</id><published>2005-07-10T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:58:59.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; THANK YOU &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bhavna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anubha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pratish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Thankyou for being around  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;when all i wanted was to go KILL my Non-Performing Liabilities like Group Members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Thanks for giving that pat one needs, when going gets tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Everyone's gotta fight there own battles but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;a few words and a huge hug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;makes all the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Thanks for that and so much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;You guys! IGNITE MY PASSION :-D to work work and more work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112097567915654477?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112097567915654477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112097567915654477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112097567915654477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112097567915654477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-you-bhavnaanubhapratish-thankyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112042748077957197</id><published>2005-07-04T02:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T03:58:57.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont need to compete&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to try&lt;br /&gt;if the world shall run&lt;br /&gt;I shall choose to Fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need no love&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Life is calling&lt;br /&gt;and i shall reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint a number&lt;br /&gt;I aint no type&lt;br /&gt;you cant woe me&lt;br /&gt;with ur standard style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see the snapshots&lt;br /&gt;in someone else eye&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are the same&lt;br /&gt;the faces die&lt;br /&gt;i wonder was i a proxy&lt;br /&gt;or was it ur style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was the essence has died&lt;br /&gt;vapourised into the sky&lt;br /&gt;i am different and not just anyone&lt;br /&gt;she is not me and i aint her&lt;br /&gt;hope u get that right the next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue rose&lt;br /&gt;froze in the night&lt;br /&gt;and died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i dont need to compete&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to try&lt;br /&gt;if the world shall run&lt;br /&gt;i will choose to fly...&lt;br /&gt;walking alone the shores that lie&lt;br /&gt;across the seas untouched untried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112042748077957197?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112042748077957197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112042748077957197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112042748077957197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112042748077957197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-need-to-compete-i-dont-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-112023852430956696</id><published>2005-07-01T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:07:34.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the house is silent&lt;br /&gt;the night fills the halls&lt;br /&gt;u sit in the corner&lt;br /&gt;wondering who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepless eyes stare into the dark&lt;br /&gt;searching for something&lt;br /&gt;they know exists not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the heart cries&lt;br /&gt;the eyes too try hard&lt;br /&gt;while the head says&lt;br /&gt;i told you to be on your guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words decive&lt;br /&gt;and so does reason&lt;br /&gt;the logic dissapers&lt;br /&gt;and the practicality seems like an illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drank from the fountain of pain &amp;amp; sorrow&lt;br /&gt;the tears that flowed down the marrow&lt;br /&gt;she thought she could turn it into joy&lt;br /&gt;little did she knew&lt;br /&gt;she would also turn so blue inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-112023852430956696?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/112023852430956696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=112023852430956696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112023852430956696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/112023852430956696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-is-silent-night-fills-halls-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111981301356201268</id><published>2005-06-27T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:54:24.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kajrare kajrare tere kaare kaare naina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tera naina tera naina tere naina judwaa naina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;surme se likkhe tere vaade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aankho ki jabaani aate hain, hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mere rumallon pe lab tere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baandh ke nishani jaate hain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aankhein bhi kamaal karti hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'personal' se sawaal karti hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;palkonn ko uthaate bhi nahin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;parde ka khayaal karti hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kajrare kajrare tere kaare kaare naina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tera naina tera naina tere naina judwaa naina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Naina.... :-D Absofukinlootely awesome fantabulous performance by my drooly, oogly, hottie Abhishek Bacchan and Daddy Bacchan. It was so cute to see the son and dad dance together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, Music and crazy dancing really peps me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Might be going to Mumbai soon, if so this time i'd surely like to ensure i ROCK DA PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Resolution 1: When i start earning every two weeks i shall watch one movie f or sure :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Things to Do in Mumbai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Go for a jog on Juhu every morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Visit Nariman POint as often as i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Go to BAND STAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. GORGE on bhel puri and PAo Bhaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Meet up with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Hope to meet some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. try BUMPING into some of my favourtie stars :-D hahhaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Get a funky hair cut @ HFX or JUICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. CLICK loads of pics with Rashmi's DIGICAM (if she leaves it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope the trip brings more joy, energy and crazy wildness than tears :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoping against all odds but, HOPE pe to Duniya Kaayam hai :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rock On PPL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dus..bahane Karke le gaye dil, Dus Bahane karke Le gaye dil!!! &lt;/span&gt; Here now here now, everybody get down on the floor, here now here now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111981301356201268?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111981301356201268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111981301356201268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111981301356201268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111981301356201268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111972077446023373</id><published>2005-06-25T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:02:54.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever really wondered what if on a perfectly normal morning you set out on ur daily schedule for office, college or some place you go, bidding buhbye to mommy and family, but that day you never return?&lt;br /&gt;That day is your last day on Earth.  What if on your way back home, you DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah! i know most people wont think about such stupid things...neither would i normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a great day, full of fun. Classes got over early and then played cricket in the AC class room, with a ball made out of foil and a piece of cardboard as bat for hours. Had never really interacted with these guys, but well has fun, they were humourous crazy and fun. We even had an IPOD for company - thus, gr8 music. then eventually left, travelled half way with my friend as mostly (I hate travelling alone) and then took an auto for home.&lt;br /&gt;Midway, an accident happened, death was precisely 1/2 inch away. The Auto driver got beaten up, wud have been killed anyway, but to his luck (or misfortune) i came in b/w his death and him. So we chugged along, in silence. He was too ashamed to speak, and i too lost in the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i actually died today? What difference would it make to people around me? OK now dont read this as being sadistic, no , it was just a stream of thoughts. What difference do i make in people's lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposing i knew i was to die in a weeks time... what things would i do? hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Go to Mumbai  and sit @ Nariman Point or Bandstand or Juhu :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111972077446023373?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111972077446023373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111972077446023373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111972077446023373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111972077446023373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive?'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111951365320417532</id><published>2005-06-23T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:31:08.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice Creams!</title><content type='html'>As you exit the mall there stands the attractive colourful Baskin Robbins Stall. Small one yet so startegically placed. After a tiring and so involving shopping spree, when u walk out of the mall with hands full of the choicest clothes, shoes etc... the most rewarding thing seems to be that ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so i too went for it... a Double Scoop Fruity Fiesta...Looks so so delicious and i gazed and literally ate thru my eyes as the guy stuffed my waffle cone with 2 huge scoops of it.&lt;br /&gt;He neatly wrapped a tissue around it and handed the beauty over to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy cool, delicious and pretty....&lt;br /&gt;Gazed @ it and went in for the huge bite....&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....wow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and followed another one... mom smiled and i had bought one for her too and handed hers over to her.&lt;br /&gt;and the third bite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came a huge push from behind....and Flop...the scoop feel to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT THERE in front of my own eyes my ice cream got murdered....one scoop lay right there on the floor, and i could do nothign about it.&lt;br /&gt;Mooommmmmmmmmmmy!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Almost wanted to cry like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;Alas! the pain of loosing your ice cream strikes even more when u grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehehee&lt;br /&gt;Mommy bought me another one.... this time a single scoop...ChocoChip :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111951365320417532?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111951365320417532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111951365320417532&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111951365320417532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111951365320417532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/ice-creams.html' title='Ice Creams!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12231266.post-111860179408139040</id><published>2005-06-12T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:13:14.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an entertaining sunday. We went out for shopping to various malls and shops.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun how there was a huge huge footfall in all those malls, but at the same time the footfalls in the shops were very differntial.&lt;br /&gt;How do u attract the people you want to step inside your store? and once they step inside how do you ensure they enjoy that experience? and ofcourse comes the sales part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i felt like a marketer in thought :-D&lt;br /&gt;Thinking i should make use of such observations and make a sort of a porfolio of ideas i keep getting. Never know where it comes handy. Does anyone here have any kinda portfolio? I need to see what formats and how are portfolios done :-)&lt;br /&gt;Dont think Marketing Portfolios are common or rather even make sense, but cant see those potential ideas going waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of windows opening up - for experimenting. Had this dream of opening up these 5-6 kinda places and in classroom and outside getting some vague opportunities to work on these ideas. A classmate opening a small restaurant in a busy business location so asking me to help on that and similarly more stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the most interesting thing i saw today was candy colored undies. Well, i did know females are going gung ho about icecream and candy shades on their clothes and eyes (shades) for that matter but to that extent...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;They had shocking pink, oranges and turquoise colored ones, even with polka dots, and also a combi of flouroscent green and white and fuschia.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing to observe was they were selling like hot cakes - some 99 bucks for a pack of 3.  Who were buying? Women age b/w 18-25. Highlights the Self Pamapering nature of women these days. They want to be there for themselves and live for themselves. Make themselves happy and colours brings joy ofcourse. Willing to try nething wild or wicked freedom of expression and choice. Not restrciting themselves to the traditionals - breaking free.&lt;br /&gt;Fun to observe how people buy things :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111860179408139040?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111860179408139040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111860179408139040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111860179408139040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111860179408139040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-was-entertaining-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111851923324560258</id><published>2005-06-12T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:17:13.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions????</title><content type='html'>"I want to know what sustains one from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if I can be alone with myself, and truly like the company I keep in the empty moments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on a blog &lt;a href="http://verbocrescendo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://verbocrescendo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting hai...So many questions bubbling under, Curious for sure, but how much?&lt;br /&gt;I leanrt in spirituality that all your questions will be answered if you have the curiosity to know the answers and the "Tadap" to find them too...guess i need more of both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what Gurudev is teaching me, he's not here, i am cut off from him, I need his Care, Love and Guidence right now...am sure he's sending them to me...wish i could identify and recongnise them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvind Bhaiya is coming back to town, PD is back to town too, Getting married and all, My past is like coming back, dont know what i'll do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111851923324560258?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111851923324560258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111851923324560258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111851923324560258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111851923324560258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/questions.html' title='Questions????'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111851377806556759</id><published>2005-06-11T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:46:18.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Makeovers and all...</title><content type='html'>No i am not going to write about the biggest makeover ever --- JASSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does one do one she's sick of the way things are happening around her, her way of thinking, her attitude, her body, her style....everything. Its like a feeling of reformatting , rebranding your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Is that like really possible? Can u actually do that? Erase and reformat? Does it really happen in real world or is this another of those shammy things to make a big buzz about and make money outta it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the series of things happening to me and around me today went to a family get together. Cousin sis, bro,, bro in law,sis in laws all were standing talking how marketing is the trashy thing and finance is the smart option and what are the opportunitites etc...i kept listening and the dreaded question came to me - so what are you doing these days? And i said Marketing Management! from some god forsaken unknown institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What the hell am i doing with my life, my body, my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Answer  : WASTING IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Answer  : No Clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: If you dream tonight of your future what do you see yourself most happy as?&lt;br /&gt;Answer  : Working independant smart successful woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have cleaned my slate completly or so i think and stand at a threshold where i can start with a new beginning. I own nothing that i fear to lose, I have no principals i dont want to give up, I have no people i fear the hatred or dissapproval of...basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM UNDONE, UNTIED, and FREE TO GO wherever i want to ...&lt;br /&gt;Great but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ...??? I need to know...Soon very very soon, coz its suffocating here i need to break through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111851377806556759?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111851377806556759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111851377806556759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111851377806556759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111851377806556759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-makeovers-and-all.html' title='Of Makeovers and all...'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111816674142576362</id><published>2005-06-07T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:22:21.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 College</title><content type='html'>First day @ college after a months break...everybody seemed changed or so it seemed. Reminded me of that Smirn Off ad in which the guy looks through the glass to see everyone's reality.&lt;br /&gt;People have really changed from what they were when they joined. For the better in the practical life sense of it, mayb degraded a bit morally, but professionally became more competent.&lt;br /&gt;Me...i wonder what i got out of these 8 months here??? Wonder what! Whats gone's gone...but remaining 4 months i want to ensure arm me with all that i need to launch off to a smooth beginning in my career. 4 months and i shall be a working women! On her own feet, no longer asking mom dad for money, dunno what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what i'll be. I aint so SMART yet...working it out...dunno!&lt;br /&gt;Confusions Clouds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111816674142576362?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111816674142576362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111816674142576362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111816674142576362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111816674142576362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-2-college.html' title='Back 2 College'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111796591234173328</id><published>2005-06-05T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:35:12.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wonder why i cant get ANYTHING right these days!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything i touch or try goes KAbooooom! Some jinx.&lt;br /&gt;Desperately looking for some Astrologer, Tarot reader, Palmist...anyone who could tell me whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i see is DOOM ahead! well actually not even that, its just so so dark. I am scared of darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant play the Guitar , fingers aint mobile enough to reach frets in time and tune. Well, was proud of my long fingers all this while. Wont give up so soon, will try try and try for a month from now...thats when sis leaves.&lt;br /&gt;End mei, will click a  ROCK STAR pic for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil ke armaa aanshuoo mei beh gayee.......... :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111796591234173328?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111796591234173328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111796591234173328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111796591234173328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111796591234173328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111790845433429358</id><published>2005-06-04T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:37:34.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Woh Kisna Hai!</title><content type='html'>I am a TRUE BLOODED BLOOWOODite :-D and proud to say so.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see a movie or a dance performance on some number it fills me with so much joy and funky feelings...spices it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw PRERNA dance to KISNA tongiht @ Star Parivar awards...&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun bcoz i could identitfy someone i know as KISNA.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post before and the blog ate it up. The feeling was so so strong and the expression beautiful for a change...but dont think can replicate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there's this dude i know...a complete dude! He rocks! big time...and says he doesnt :-) His gaze melts u like and ice cream, his eyes go so so deep, his smile turns him into a little boy u cant resist hugging, his hair falls perfectly on his forehead, broad broad forehead of a man of substance. Most of all what he's made of puts this fire and depth into everything he does. He a man...so raw, yet so cool, who doesnt even have to do anything to make u go week in your knees. But well, he still wud say nah...thats not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women just fall in love with him, everyone, u know ... he's just so wonderful. So i thought of them all to be like the Gopi's , Radha, Meera or Rukmani... Krishna added something way too precious in each of their lives. So much so that their whole life revolved around expriences with him. The Raas, The mischives, The dances are all so so pure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope they all can cherish this experience of their lives, who knows mayb he really is the Kal Yuga Krishna...oh well, so i wish...coz wish this actually lasts forever as something that made my life :-D&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111790845433429358?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111790845433429358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111790845433429358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111790845433429358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111790845433429358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/woh-kisna-hai.html' title='Woh Kisna Hai!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111789559257125732</id><published>2005-06-04T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T20:03:12.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sis is coming!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Finally my elder sis is coming for sometime from her hostel. I miss her so much. Would be fun to have her around. Complete family would be together.&lt;br /&gt;Every night as i lay out the plates on the dinner table i miss putting on the 5th one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been somewhat an introvert extrovert. That is i keep the deepest me and what i truely feel etc to myself, but love talking and jabbering away to glory to people and hanging around with friends. So theres no typical SISTERHOOD between me and my sisters (yea i got 2 of em) yet i simply love them in my own silent ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i knew and i would express it more often and in better ways :-) Soon they'd b like married and off to some other families and all tht wud remain for a long time to come would be Mom Dad and Me... Pity mom and dad's condition then, i am the most unruly and wild one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like the brother for them, and act too ... being over protective and u know like "oh u let it be, i'll walk down to the market in the sun" "i'll drop u off 2 ur office" "i'll drive u down" etc... and yes truely i feel i could earn so well, so as to ensure they have a SOLID support all through their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my sis is a nice one, and is really nice to everyone. She always gets gifts for everyone from her little hostel town - which i think has NOTHING that any of us would need. Yet she finds the best things :-D&lt;br /&gt;For me...this time, she will get something reallly really great. HER GUITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M excited and hoping i can play it and get the hang of that sexy thing. My dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111789559257125732?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111789559257125732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111789559257125732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111789559257125732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111789559257125732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-sis-is-coming.html' title='My sis is coming!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111788803133825659</id><published>2005-06-04T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T17:57:11.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grated!!!</title><content type='html'>My staple food these days has become MAGGI. Whenever i return from office and have not had lunch and mom's not around thats the only thing i can cook and hence eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing happened today. So thought would add something nicer to it...skimming through the fridge saw cheese...yummy...so here we go...grating some cheese. Cheese was frozen and a bit hard...so along the cheese i ended up grating my hand :-D&lt;br /&gt;Not much only my right thumb got sliced off.&lt;br /&gt;Instant Reaction " Oh this is what mom meant when she used to warn me"&lt;br /&gt;Mom always used to say your hand wud b grated the way your grate. I used to wonder how can a HAND be grated on a simple steel grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well my wondering has come to an end. Maggi indeed was special, it had onions, tamatoes, cheese and some blood too. hehhehehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily it was just the thumb and not more. Grateful to god. I kinda dont like ugly hands in front of my eyes while i am writing, typing, working etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skin is so beautiful deep within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so sad to see how pink, white and nice my skin really is inside while on the outside its turning black due to all the tan :- (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remind me to buy SPF 45 body lotion someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111788803133825659?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111788803133825659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111788803133825659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111788803133825659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111788803133825659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/grated.html' title='Grated!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111781931726792007</id><published>2005-06-03T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:55:34.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And another little girl, with huge dreams, pink floral dresses, and sparkle in the eyes, enters this awesomly amazing world of blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey honey! Welcome aboard &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A kiddo completly yet trying just so hard to grow up...:-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes she surprises me with some wisdom with she blurts out, the very next momement i am relieved when she realises she has no clue what she just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the best babes! Hope it goes real well for u...hope u meet new people, make new friends and more... :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111781931726792007?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111781931726792007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111781931726792007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111781931726792007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111781931726792007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/d.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111765253505741301</id><published>2005-06-02T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:32:15.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stained!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While taking a bath today i tried scrubbing off this round brown stain on my right wrist. It simply didnt go. Didnt have much time and was too pre occupied to think of it really so carried on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As i sat typing away to glory some deep thoughts on the pc now, i felt my veins aching and so lazily rubbed the wrist, and looked @ it...to see the stain. Its kinda huge...almost a round spot, which i saw has developed due to the pressure on tht particular point as i type or even use the mouse. I realised on noticing various positions of my hands , tht this point is under pressure constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dangerous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What struck me even more was, how lost we get in our lives that the things nearest and closest to us, right under our own eyes, get ignored and neglected. Also, this body was given to my soul, to use, to fullfill all the things it wanted to do, to utilise in the fullfillment of the purposes it was sent down for. What am i doing to it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like, a car given by the office to you, or the books in the library of the college...do u mess them up? You take care of them, to ensure they return safely for further use...You use them to help in completing and achieving ur goals, and ensure no harm comes to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am i doing with my body? Self awareness levels have really fallen... Urgent Action Required...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111765253505741301?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111765253505741301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111765253505741301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111765253505741301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111765253505741301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/06/stained.html' title='Stained!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111647974320135840</id><published>2005-05-19T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:46:57.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soldier to captain: Sir we are covered from all sides by the enemy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Captain: GOOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soldier: ???!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Captain: We can shoot in any direction we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A frnd sent this sms and said Cheer up and Be Positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kinda liked it and made sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So with my torch and my weapons i tread further into the jungle to see how to cut through MAXMESS and still achieve it :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111647974320135840?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111647974320135840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111647974320135840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111647974320135840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111647974320135840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/joke-joke-joke-joke-joke-joke-joke.html' title='JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111623004133512309</id><published>2005-05-16T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:24:01.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BORED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Crib Crib Crib about having no time to do things you want.&lt;br /&gt;And then u take like these TWO WHOLE DAYS OFF...and realise its so damn boring without work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me bored...and not even one of the 2 days is over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya karein Kya Na Karein yeh Kaise mushkil Hai?!!&lt;br /&gt;Went for the first of my exercising and Aerobics classes today - fainted out in 20 minutes!!! was a shock!!&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was outta touch (and Shape) but not so much as to FAINT! Rude shock reality.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to join or to first begin with light excercises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111623004133512309?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111623004133512309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111623004133512309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111623004133512309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111623004133512309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/bored.html' title='BORED!!!!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111614036381173723</id><published>2005-05-15T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:29:23.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Truth Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, April 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="111418554563895071"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lavasolidifies to rock incandescence fades away passions,, slowly die desires...brutally killed vermillion turns grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moimystique1.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://moimystique1.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha Ha Ha... So true...Thats been beautifully written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see it happening around me. See the way people react to it. It then becomes not about love, or passion or care, it then becomes all about "I Want IT No Matter WHAT or HOW"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;God Bless my friend ... Her heart shall be broken, and Reality shall scream in her face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch out R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told her so, I still am warning her, but she's deaf to it right now, I hope she  doesnt have to regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111614036381173723?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111614036381173723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111614036381173723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111614036381173723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111614036381173723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/truth-bites.html' title='Truth Bites!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111575159557284354</id><published>2005-05-11T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:40:41.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>*** Prayer ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tera tujko saup de , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kya laagat hai moor&lt;br /&gt;Mera mujh mei kuch naa hee, Jo hoo vat so tor&lt;br /&gt;Tere bin mera man , Jaise Ban mei hiran&lt;br /&gt;Jaise pagli pawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;Accept back whats yours , What is it thats mine&lt;br /&gt;May nothing that i own be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;May whatever there is , be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Without you my mind is like, the deer running in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;like the wind that blows aimlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111575159557284354?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111575159557284354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111575159557284354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111575159557284354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111575159557284354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/prayer.html' title='&lt;font color =&quot;orange&quot;&gt;*** Prayer ***&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111573248772317156</id><published>2005-05-10T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:20:35.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expecting the Unexpected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expectations!!! They creep in behind your back into your mind and you never even know.Then you find yourself screaming at someone - midway wondering why on earth you doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expectations!!! finding myself surrounded with them in different disguises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone expects me to do or not do something. Being judged all the time. Dont like it. I hate having to proove myself again n again...i dont wanna proove anything. Am fine the way i am. Will change as and when i can...and i am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expectations!!! in trying to fullfill them i am going way away from what I really am. Everyone wants to suggest or say something - if u listen to them and the decision is wrong its your fault, if u do your own thing its still wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best, in such times when the person you most want to speak to remains silent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, m totally pissed with everything. Sick of TRYING to make people happy. No ones ever happy. Happiness itself is an illusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going away into a shell for a while. Shut out everything and everyone probably. I know would want some people to come to me in that corner too...yet I wanna go away. Would myself EXPECT some people to be there and just make things right for me...but then i shouldnt i myself be making them right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant please anyone any more. I am BAD, I am PATHETIC, maybe even a LOSER but atleast I could be plain old myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM LOST! wish i could dissapear too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111573248772317156?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111573248772317156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111573248772317156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111573248772317156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111573248772317156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/expecting-unexpected.html' title='Expecting the Unexpected!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111539069602192640</id><published>2005-05-06T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:14:56.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~Feeling Light~</title><content type='html'>Nah! Havent lost weight, but ofcourse a few grams of hair :-D&lt;br /&gt;A good hair cut makes you feel so so good! Makes ur head feel light and bouncy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this real cool place where a haircut is like a whole regime you go through - ofcourse pleasant. A head massage, followed by a head wash - cold and hot, followed by a massage again and some steam if u want - then come the grand 15 minutes swift cut - and the touch of the drying and setting! All for just 200 bucks! Not a bad deal at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i like the most about these treats is the people i meet there. The owner called Harry is such a sweet guy, and so humble and down to earth, the crew all well trained and well mannered. I love the place makes a total experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me feeling exactly opposite of the last post.&lt;br /&gt;Will meet up an old pal from college tomorrow...hoping day goes well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111539069602192640?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111539069602192640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111539069602192640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111539069602192640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111539069602192640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-light.html' title='~Feeling Light~'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111522580542020652</id><published>2005-05-04T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:26:45.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unleash yourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was coming on the bike today...it began raining. Feeling was quite intense. The speeding bike, the rain striking your face (even though u sitting behind someone). Very strong rebellion feeling. Felt like breaking away from everything around me the shell or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am the King (Or Princess) of my own world, its my life and should live it the way i want to kinds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wonder how true that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pros: U cant ever make everyone happy, so atleast enjoy yourself and have no regrets, Unleash yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cons: Aone liye jiya to kya jeena, Jeeo aise ki khud ke saath saath doosro ko bhee jeena sikha do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dont know, At this moment in life, just want to break loose, from all ties, and release all the energy i use to pull me back and away from things, let it unleash and see what it does, unleash it and train it - to be my pet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Unleash my own self, and see what i really am like - if left completly free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its like that wild black horse, let it run run run all around the place so that you know his power and then u tame it to win the races noone could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its like running in two directions ... feel like simply going and burying myself in someone;s arms and then think no...thats no solution i want to go thru this fight it out all. Who am i? What am i all about? Questions Questions Questions...zeal no strong enough to dig deep enough for the answers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111522580542020652?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111522580542020652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111522580542020652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111522580542020652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111522580542020652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/05/unleash-yourselves.html' title='Unleash yourselves'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111443684573815839</id><published>2005-04-25T19:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:17:25.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On The RUN! Truely</title><content type='html'>These days m chasig deadline constantly. Feels like m running a HURDLE RACE. One task finishes and the other springs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun...yeah but it does get you sometimes- specially when u cant give a task the kind of time you wish to. Quality of work suffers a bit then. Shudnt! calls for better Time Management.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Lola! Run! hehehehe Or Johnny Walker ... Keep Walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111443684573815839?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111443684573815839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111443684573815839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111443684573815839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111443684573815839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-run-truely.html' title='On The RUN! Truely'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111418358648918375</id><published>2005-04-22T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:56:26.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams!</title><content type='html'>I wonder what was the last time i really dreamt!! Been so so long... thought of this when my friend told me a really cute dream of hers (cute coz i featured in it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wants 2 dream too :-( anyone knows ne nuskhas to get ur dreams back?&lt;br /&gt;Used to have complete colour big screen dreams :-)&lt;br /&gt;Of adventures of fun of me and of people unknown and unsung ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too stuck on this one thing i wanna do - which is not logicaly possible , yet i simply WANT TO do that! No way it can happen atleast in near future yet i wont understand...Howcome me only so restless about it...some other people should be too. They not, they cool and calm!&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when i get the hang of something and cant do it nemore! I simply ENJOY Like crazy when i am doing that, a completly differnt me all together, seems like everything inside me is pouring out the REAL ME!&lt;br /&gt;too bad...i cant do it when i want to the most!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111418358648918375?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111418358648918375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111418358648918375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111418358648918375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111418358648918375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams!'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111418303655157196</id><published>2005-04-22T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:47:16.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check! what u drink</title><content type='html'>What happens when 6 great minds set out on a TASK!&lt;br /&gt;A task as humungous as ECONOMICS ASSIGNMENT on the vaguest of all topics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much - only me doses off on the comfy Bean Bag :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault really but gulped down someone's glass of sprite....which happened not to be sprite reallly. Wow!! almost choked yet have a habit of not spitting things out so gulped it in! hehehehe was neway tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that eco book is an awesome way to put yourself to sleep ...&lt;br /&gt;We worked quite hard and loads of brainstorming to come down to a single concept - one A4 sheet of a design!!! Wonder if it shall work!&lt;br /&gt;Backs kinda stiff now! How i wish some strong hands cud ease the stiffness away&lt;br /&gt;and a lot more......Alas!!!!! all just a Distant Dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111418303655157196?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111418303655157196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111418303655157196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111418303655157196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111418303655157196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/04/check-what-u-drink.html' title='Check! what u drink'/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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-12231266.post-111371891351489366</id><published>2005-04-17T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:51:53.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing testing....123....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12231266-111371891351489366?l=vadapao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/feeds/111371891351489366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12231266&amp;postID=111371891351489366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111371891351489366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12231266/posts/default/111371891351489366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vadapao.blogspot.com/2005/04/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Naina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652268950496305431</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></feed>
