<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474</id><updated>2009-11-09T11:22:33.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIC MOMENTS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-2422721404501725234</id><published>2009-11-08T16:45:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:15:30.445+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvZaX0DPz7I/AAAAAAAABHs/uSyc7kb3zog/s1600-h/shooting+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvZaX0DPz7I/AAAAAAAABHs/uSyc7kb3zog/s320/shooting+star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401604168233242546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, i wished upon a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;to give you all the happiness in the whole wide world...&lt;br /&gt;to make your every dream come true....&lt;br /&gt;to bless you with the peace of mind you truly deserve...&lt;br /&gt;to bring you a million smiles along the way...&lt;br /&gt;to adorn your life with a thousand rainbows...&lt;br /&gt;to help you find the pot of gold at the end of each...&lt;br /&gt;to show you the right path at every step...&lt;br /&gt;to help you reach all your goals and aspirations...&lt;br /&gt;to see to it that you never break even under the strongest of pressures..&lt;br /&gt;to give you strength to put up a strong fight with fate and emerge victorious...&lt;br /&gt;to shower you with the love of the one you truly love...&lt;br /&gt;to keep you safe from all evils...&lt;br /&gt;to help you regain the faith in miracles you seemed to have lost...&lt;br /&gt;to bless you with the determination to reach new heights...&lt;br /&gt;to send good luck knocking on your door in your every endeavour...&lt;br /&gt;to relieve you from the troubles that weigh your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just then as all the other stars in the sky twinkled in approval, that falling star promised me my wish would be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today i am still waiting for it to fulfill its promise..someone told me shooting stars never lie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-2422721404501725234?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/2422721404501725234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3450263627641719983</id><published>2009-11-06T20:38:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:01:08.301+11:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>a little too tough to resist...&lt;br /&gt;a little too painful to bear...&lt;br /&gt;a little too obvious to hide...&lt;br /&gt;a little too private to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little too magical to believe...&lt;br /&gt;a little too quick to catch...&lt;br /&gt;a little too distant to reach...&lt;br /&gt;a little too different to match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little too ambiguous to comprehend...&lt;br /&gt;a little too freeflowing to stay bound...&lt;br /&gt;a little too hopeful to let go...&lt;br /&gt;a little too elusive to be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little too dreamy to be real...&lt;br /&gt;a little too true to be fake...&lt;br /&gt;a little too sensitive to the spoken word...&lt;br /&gt;yet a little too strong for the world to shake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little too selfish to live sans expectations...&lt;br /&gt;a little too human no hopes to build...&lt;br /&gt;a little too many lie suppressed unspoken...&lt;br /&gt;and a little too much in us gets killed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3450263627641719983?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3450263627641719983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3450263627641719983&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3450263627641719983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3450263627641719983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-1534570425004582620</id><published>2009-11-05T21:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:41:53.491+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a google discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvKr2_QaGuI/AAAAAAAABHk/1x2UE8H3_QE/s1600-h/telepathic+communication.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvKr2_QaGuI/AAAAAAAABHk/1x2UE8H3_QE/s320/telepathic+communication.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400567864352185058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how far &lt;a href="http://www.mindreality.com/telepathic-communication-between-two-people"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is true.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i believe in it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-1534570425004582620?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/1534570425004582620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=1534570425004582620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1534570425004582620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1534570425004582620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-discovery.html' title='a google discovery'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvKr2_QaGuI/AAAAAAAABHk/1x2UE8H3_QE/s72-c/telepathic+communication.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-7520146331384505359</id><published>2009-11-04T15:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:58:48.832+11:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts--JLT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"when will u learn to expect what u cant imagine will happen??"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what 'the messiahs handbook' said to me today...&lt;br /&gt;it did make me think a bit :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever learn to expect the unexpected?? sounds weird dosent it...because if we expect the 'unexpected' then it wouldent even be 'unexpected' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but on second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;will i ever learn to expect what i would hate to want to happen??&lt;br /&gt;and even if i do,will i ever be okay with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we okay with everything happening around us?&lt;br /&gt;no..yet there are things which cant be helped arnt there...and we are accepting that...&lt;br /&gt;so dont u think we all are living a compromised existence?&lt;br /&gt;life is somewhat a game and we gotta play according to the rules...but who sets the rules??&lt;br /&gt;Why is a divorced person expected to reduce his/her standards or compromise with someone who woldent be a choice had he/she been single??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people sneer at the concept of 'soul mates' and joke about you living in an utopian world if u say u are waiting for 'the one'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does society drive u up the wall to make decisions which would least affect them and why are they soo curious about ur life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scares me sometimes...the thought of me succumbing to pressures and maybe helping someone take the wrong decisions or worse still taking some wrong decisions myself...&lt;br /&gt;its strange..its funny ...its weird...and sometimes its really frustrating!!&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we try to think for ourselves,there are times when people around u make u think exactly how they want u to...and when u still refuse, they throw at u the exact same question 'the book' managed to throw at me today...&lt;br /&gt;or to make it even worse they wont ask...they'll just tell you that you will never learn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all you want to do is tell them to back off...!&lt;br /&gt;yet the most you can do is smile and let it pass you off...&lt;br /&gt;dammit! i hate to think i can be sucha hypocrite at times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the heck of it, i flipped open the book once again and to my greatest surprise,this is what it read!! (this HAS to be a coincidence...or its kida eerie!eep!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;theres a reason you chose whats happening around you...&lt;br /&gt;hang on!&lt;br /&gt;live ur way through the best you know and in a bit you will  find out why &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how this book can make me frown and smile in a matter of 10 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;its true,life has questions...&lt;br /&gt;but guess it also has answers... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-7520146331384505359?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/7520146331384505359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=7520146331384505359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/7520146331384505359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/7520146331384505359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-thoughts-jlt.html' title='some thoughts--JLT!'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3437629888105889469</id><published>2009-10-16T14:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:07:51.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StfjeqmRC2I/AAAAAAAABHc/zMHarUjNp5Q/s1600-h/diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StfjeqmRC2I/AAAAAAAABHc/zMHarUjNp5Q/s320/diwali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393029194769828706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3437629888105889469?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3437629888105889469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3437629888105889469&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3437629888105889469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3437629888105889469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StfjeqmRC2I/AAAAAAAABHc/zMHarUjNp5Q/s72-c/diwali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-4053429684064301539</id><published>2009-10-14T01:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:42:32.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a matter of perspective!</title><content type='html'>a glass with water half till brim,&lt;br /&gt;as half empty or half full,one may see...&lt;br /&gt;our eyes show us what it seems,&lt;br /&gt;but our mind decides what we want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scalded hands can remind those affected,&lt;br /&gt;of the trauma caused by a kitchen burn...&lt;br /&gt;one decides to stay away forever,&lt;br /&gt;the other decides to face it learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swept away by the oceans tide,&lt;br /&gt;those lovely castles built too near...&lt;br /&gt;one decides never to build them again,&lt;br /&gt;the other learns to overcome the fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories of the demons which may lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;told by those who travelled before with dread...&lt;br /&gt;one chooses to see for himself,&lt;br /&gt;the other refuses that territory to tread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two wanderers lost in the lonely woods,&lt;br /&gt;the night is cold,it is dark and quiet...&lt;br /&gt;one lies shattered and scared to death,&lt;br /&gt;the other stays hopeful to see the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mistake realised,an apology deserved,&lt;br /&gt;life in its own way teaches us lessons few...&lt;br /&gt;one hangs onto the regrets of the past,&lt;br /&gt;the other tries to improve and starts anew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friends its all in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;every situation has a question subjective&lt;br /&gt;no fixed  response to be rendered right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;in the end, life is all just a matter of perspective!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-4053429684064301539?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/4053429684064301539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=4053429684064301539&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4053429684064301539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4053429684064301539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-just-matter-of-perspective.html' title='a matter of perspective!'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3619750259792052283</id><published>2009-10-12T15:08:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:28:55.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StLIKEDz_4I/AAAAAAAABHU/kwp4Yatvibs/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StLIKEDz_4I/AAAAAAAABHU/kwp4Yatvibs/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591779129884546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met 7 years back and right there and then, we both knew we were meant to be friends...&lt;br /&gt;there was something about him..a boyish charm..a magical grin..a great sense of humour...a very responsible attitude...a positive vibrant aura---all of which put together summed up to a potent combination for someone you'd just want to know more and more, not only because you enjoy their company but more because of what their company makes you become..&lt;br /&gt;Aditya is one such person and at the risk of seeming dramatic let me add here that after god made him, he probably broke the mould :)&lt;br /&gt;He is the first one to offer you a helping hand...will wait till you cool off from your most terrible moodswings..will pamper you when you are on the verge of throwing the biggest tantrum and make the most serious of moments feel light within seconds..&lt;br /&gt;But this isnt all of him..behind the tough exterior of a fun-loving adi, lies a man who is equally sensitive and strong at the same time..someone who will stay with u even when the whole world turns its back against you...a friend who will never give up on you...a philosopher who will always guide you with the right advice and words (and also get irritated by the fact that u never listen to him)..a fellow cohort who will keep trying to solve your confusions even while getting utterly confused himself...a buddy who will silently keep a watch on you when ur chasing your craziest and silliest dreams so tht you are not left all alone if at all they dissapear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in todays world most friendships wear off with time..some lose their original magic...some just fade away...and some keep making you feel ur trying too hard to make them survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then there are those very few rare ones---&lt;br /&gt;like trees in thw wild which shelter you from the rough heat...&lt;br /&gt;like the blades of grass, bending but never breaking...&lt;br /&gt;like water--transparent and clear..&lt;br /&gt;like light--which can brighten up gloomy days..&lt;br /&gt;like blessings---which u silently thank god for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though im not used to praising him so much and although im pretty sure he might suffer from a heart attack outta shock on reading all this, i still want to tell him today that i consider myself very lucky to have him as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sidenote for adi:&lt;/em&gt; please note, im being extra nice just today, because its your  birthday..so please do not expect this kinda treatment from me on an everyday basis..*grin*&lt;br /&gt;you will still remain the idiotic, irritating, overlecturing, useless....and amazing person that you always have been to me..&lt;br /&gt;so dont you dare change! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S WISHING YOU A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3619750259792052283?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3619750259792052283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3619750259792052283&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3619750259792052283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3619750259792052283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-adi.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/StLIKEDz_4I/AAAAAAAABHU/kwp4Yatvibs/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-441864350377673174</id><published>2009-10-10T18:15:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:12:59.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>you ask me why i am like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes practical&lt;br /&gt;sometimes naive&lt;br /&gt;sometimes unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;sometimes real&lt;br /&gt;sometimes stubborn&lt;br /&gt;sometimes impulsive&lt;br /&gt;sometimes thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;sometimes selfish&lt;br /&gt;sometimes unconditional&lt;br /&gt;sometimes nervous&lt;br /&gt;sometimes completely sorted&lt;br /&gt;sometimes vibrant&lt;br /&gt;sometimes absolutely depressing&lt;br /&gt;sometimss hopelessly romantic&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a cupid killer&lt;br /&gt;sometimes brutally agnostic&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a firm believer&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in love with life&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its biggest enemy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a strong feminist&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a vulenerable lass&lt;br /&gt;sometimes very strongminded&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ultraemotional&lt;br /&gt;sometimes thriving on hope&lt;br /&gt;sometimes letting go a bit too fast&lt;br /&gt;sometimes an enigma&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a completely clear picture&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a hundred alter ego's &lt;br /&gt;sometimes just one me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a brief pause in conversation disturbed by a stillness in the air...&lt;br /&gt;you think im silent because ive taken it as a compliment---a multifaceted personality&lt;br /&gt;but i say nothing because you have questioned my existence---a confused identity!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-441864350377673174?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/441864350377673174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=441864350377673174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/441864350377673174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/441864350377673174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-4771659081154834094</id><published>2009-10-06T17:52:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:56:11.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict--and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they never held for a single moment?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;strong&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-4771659081154834094?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/4771659081154834094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=4771659081154834094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4771659081154834094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4771659081154834094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-how-people-long-to-be-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-4262234999500196246</id><published>2009-10-04T18:58:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:34:54.187+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of viewing your field from the other side of the fence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desicomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/20/47004/470041.jpg" alt="Life" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The easiest way to reach the right conclusion, is to see the situation you are in from a third person's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta watch it like a reel playing on a screen--only then can things fall in place and the confusion can get sorted..&lt;br /&gt;Often times its most difficult to do this since placing your self out in the audience while the drama unfolds is a tough thing to do.but its only when we do that, that we are able to see things crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;Only then, the bias is eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;Its like watching a movie and making a judgement about the story line.&lt;br /&gt;That is precisely when we figure out how our perspective changes when it comes to our life and the life of someone else..&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are great as agony aunts--always willing to offer help and advice  to our friends in times of need even when it isnt really needed..always ready with pearls of wisdom and what we think is the right thing to do in so-and-so situation..strong minded individuals who will take no shit from anyone or so we seem to them.&lt;br /&gt;Infact when we are asked for advice, we are the first to say what is right and wrong and how we should stand up for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;While watching a movie, we are the first to criticise the bad guy..sneer at the idiot..and laugh at the situation.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is when we ourselves are caught up in similar situations, we falter..we hesitate..we bite off more than we can chew..and tolerate more than we can.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that eveyrthing changes when it comes to our own selves..our own lives?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont we realise our mistakes, our faults as quick??&lt;br /&gt;But no we wont! we continue to play the fool.&lt;br /&gt;We cling onto the slightest ray of hope..we start believing in miracles and we run miles away from reality..in short we take a plunge straight into denial.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever side we are on, we believe we are right and continue to behave the way we want to--sometimes like emotional fools and sometimes like ungrateful wretches. Either we take the people who matter to us for granted or let ourselves be taken for granted..&lt;br /&gt;Either we allow ourselves to hurt or be hurt..&lt;br /&gt;Either we cause pain just because we have the power to do so or we bear it till we can no more...&lt;br /&gt;and almost always, we hope that things will change for the better even when there is no chance..or continue till things keep getting worse and worse with the confidence that it never will.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we just dont realise or dont want to realise that people and things never change unless there is a realisation...and the bitter truth is that realisations if dont occur to the self, will never bring about a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, it is only when we watch our life as a movie reel flashing infront of our eyes--from the audience row that we realise where we are actually going wrong.That is precisely when we are capable of reaching the correct conclusion and taking a sensible decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is never too late to mend...so get away from the camera and jump into the audience..change the way you are looking at things..be your own critic panel and make a happy  difference to your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy watching! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-4262234999500196246?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/4262234999500196246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=4262234999500196246&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4262234999500196246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4262234999500196246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-viewing-your-field-from-other-side.html' title='of viewing your field from the other side of the fence...'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-2593640816598141960</id><published>2009-09-22T02:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:31:08.207+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SreqAUp_hhI/AAAAAAAABEk/wTZmDREy1NY/s1600-h/crazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SreqAUp_hhI/AAAAAAAABEk/wTZmDREy1NY/s320/crazy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958802066277906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;strong&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-2593640816598141960?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/2593640816598141960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=2593640816598141960&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2593640816598141960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2593640816598141960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-we-remember-we-are-all-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SreqAUp_hhI/AAAAAAAABEk/wTZmDREy1NY/s72-c/crazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-423028705350588873</id><published>2009-09-18T04:59:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:45:57.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>while u were sleeping</title><content type='html'>some things to be told...&lt;br /&gt;some reasons to be given...&lt;br /&gt;some secrets to be confided...&lt;br /&gt;some moments to be shared&lt;br /&gt;some memories to be cherished...&lt;br /&gt;some tears to be shed...&lt;br /&gt;some truths to be confronted...&lt;br /&gt;some issues to be discussed...&lt;br /&gt;some doubts to be cleared...&lt;br /&gt;some fears to be expressed...&lt;br /&gt;some actions to be explained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stare at my reflection in the mirror and for once it tells me to think with my heart and not with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, i find myself facing a temporary lapse of reason..of logic..and i text you asking whether you are awake..&lt;br /&gt;i wait with bated breath half nervous and half anxious hoping you will reply..until im swept away by the dark night into the land of dreams---with these unspoken thoughts still roaming in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realise that the morning sun will bring back the harsh wrath of a bitter reality along with it.&lt;br /&gt;try as i might to listen to my heart, it will take me by the hand and pull me into a practical world where logic reigns supreme...&lt;br /&gt;where the realisation that you might never realise how simple it is for you to triumph over that logic if only you tried, will dawn upon once again...&lt;br /&gt;where unspoken thoughts will remain unspoken, maybe just because the moment passed by...while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow will still be another day---but perhaps one very different!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-423028705350588873?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/423028705350588873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=423028705350588873&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/423028705350588873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/423028705350588873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-u-were-sleeping.html' title='while u were sleeping'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3766086716803646341</id><published>2009-09-15T15:38:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:09:28.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the 'na sahi' attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGUVLeNLo8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGUVLeNLo8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do u think of the 'na sahi' attitude??&lt;br /&gt;would u want to adopt it as a full proof method of staying happy or do u think its just unhappiness in denial?&lt;br /&gt;and then being brutally honest, when we &lt;strong&gt;say&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'na sahi'&lt;/em&gt; do we really &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;har gham har aansoo humein, &lt;br /&gt;apna banana aa gaya...&lt;br /&gt;har haal har daur mein,&lt;br /&gt;humein muskurana aa gaya...&lt;br /&gt;gham hain bhi toh rukna nahi,&lt;br /&gt;jeena hain toh jhukna nahi...&lt;br /&gt;yeh zindagi koi khushi,&lt;br /&gt;ab na bhi de toh na sahi!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to have this attitude for everything in life..but im afraid i might just not be emotionally equipped to pull it off successfully at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall we are practical but we are also human! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3766086716803646341?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3766086716803646341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3766086716803646341&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3766086716803646341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3766086716803646341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-sahi-attitude.html' title='the &apos;na sahi&apos; attitude'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-1204326349288138413</id><published>2009-09-09T19:21:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:46:18.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and here comes antakshari-2!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sqd8flfoH0I/AAAAAAAABEc/27XgGO6CXLM/s1600-h/antakshari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sqd8flfoH0I/AAAAAAAABEc/27XgGO6CXLM/s320/antakshari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379405161999900482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about time we had a fun post out here..so i decided to get "online antakshari" back since im quite beginning to miss those interactive posts we used to have out here..&lt;br /&gt;the last time we had it &lt;a href="http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-for-some-antaaaakkksshaaariiii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it was a whole lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;(and as i type this, im particularly missing the presence of veens, prats, ankur and a few others without whom the last antakshari around here would never have been as huge a success as it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but neverthless, hoping that the magic is still alive and that this small interactive event manages to push away the september blues (i noticed that the last time around also, it was september--maybe sept is online antakshari month) and throw us all into better spirits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the rules of the game, for those who arnt aware---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its just a simple game wherein u start with a song and the next person takes it from the last letter of the last word of that song and types (because unfortunately the virtual world has its limitations) another song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try not to repeat any of the songs because repitition kinda spoils the fun..and make sure we dont murder any lyrics around here.we dont want those lyricists turning in their graves ;)&lt;br /&gt;ohh and typing more than just two lines of the song is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;if by chance two ppl comment in at the same time with two diff songs for the same letter, then the one who's comment appeared first will be considered.&lt;br /&gt;anyone and everyone is invited to participate any number of times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all said and done, i will start with the opening song in the comment section..so take it from there and sing along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a musical time ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-1204326349288138413?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sqd8flfoH0I/AAAAAAAABEc/27XgGO6CXLM/s72-c/antakshari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-2809868672931230783</id><published>2009-09-06T20:56:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:05:58.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a life within confines</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;behind iron bars she is caged,&lt;br /&gt;but her soul is not!!&lt;br /&gt;the soul has managed to wander far away,&lt;br /&gt;and she is happy...&lt;br /&gt;because even within those confines,&lt;br /&gt;the endless dreams she has been weaving,&lt;br /&gt;have taught her the true meaning of freedom!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind iron bars she is caged,&lt;br /&gt;but her love is not!!&lt;br /&gt;she has managed to express her love to the open skies,&lt;br /&gt;and she is content...&lt;br /&gt;because even within those confines,&lt;br /&gt;the clear blue skies so out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;have taught her the true meaning of love!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for some she is the nightingale,&lt;br /&gt;who sings melodies in the night so dark...&lt;br /&gt;some call her a phoenix,&lt;br /&gt;for others she is just a lark...&lt;br /&gt;for some she epitomises beauty,&lt;br /&gt;for some a music divine...&lt;br /&gt;she masks her emotions so carefully,&lt;br /&gt;in a voice just as fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world has tried to cage her,&lt;br /&gt;but her soul flies high and free...&lt;br /&gt;happy that her clipped wings cannot stop it,&lt;br /&gt;from being what she wants yet cannot be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sings sweet songs of glory,&lt;br /&gt;of making love to the night...&lt;br /&gt;her dreams often end up in pieces,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing ever seems to go right...&lt;br /&gt;she knows she doesn't want to stay here,&lt;br /&gt;she is a creature of the wild...&lt;br /&gt;but fate has long since mocked her,&lt;br /&gt;as a bitter destiny's sweet child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the open skies invite her,&lt;br /&gt;her clipped wings they haven't seen...&lt;br /&gt;and all she does is smile through helpless tears,&lt;br /&gt;at the growing distance in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet a light of hope glows within her,&lt;br /&gt;as she tries hard to flap her wings,&lt;br /&gt;and yet a melody her voice brings along,&lt;br /&gt;as she continues to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for she has always been a fighter,&lt;br /&gt;in life's eternal test...&lt;br /&gt;and despite her tired clipped wings,&lt;br /&gt;she has always given her best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her best to keep on dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;and realise what it means to be free...&lt;br /&gt;her best to express her hearts love,&lt;br /&gt;even when none is there to see..,&lt;br /&gt;her best to sing sweet melodies,&lt;br /&gt;as the world passes her by...&lt;br /&gt;her best to live life fully,&lt;br /&gt;even though she cannot fly!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/204/F0AAD036914EE0DCF5C5DFA9F6610823.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-2809868672931230783?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/2809868672931230783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=2809868672931230783&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2809868672931230783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2809868672931230783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-within-confines.html' title='a life within confines'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-7669121250877944232</id><published>2009-09-03T16:51:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:38:20.222+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the 'about me' tag!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sp9xcFl0VUI/AAAAAAAABEU/Xd2mmEBo-9w/s1600-h/to+know+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sp9xcFl0VUI/AAAAAAAABEU/Xd2mmEBo-9w/s320/to+know+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377141207454733634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What does your user name mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh its pri..short for my name 'priyanka'...i dunno how it stuck on around here...i guess was feeling too bored to type my entire name when i first started blogging at 'nostalgic moments' and then people fell soo much in love with it (shh! i like to believe that so humour me :-/) that i decided to let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Elaborate on your user photo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current user pic is of a girl sitting alone on a deserted beach watching as the waves lash at the shore.it is a moment of introspection and i have chosen it for obvious reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How many comments do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? on which post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. third last person on your missed call list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough luck! i just deleted my call log last night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue denims and a white peasant top thrown on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your current problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!trust me--u dont really want to get into that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. is there someone who knows everything about u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm everything--dont think so&lt;br /&gt;almost everything--maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What makes you most happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still gotta figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you musically inclined?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes very much...at the risk of being called dramatic let me tell you that i have music running in my mind almost all the time *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were on cocaine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh that would explain the manic-depressive symptoms...so i'd feel all enlightened and finally the eternal query about why im soo crazy and complicated would fall in place :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few vulnerable moments wherein i spoke too much when i should'nt have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. last movie in a movie hall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love aajkal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Ever had a near-death experience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..a very close to death experience which in a way changed my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Name an obvious quality you have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty frank and say what i feel--might take me a while sometimes but eventually do get about saying it straight on the face whether good or bad...some people may call it lack of diplomacy or being too transparent but frankly, thats one thing i would'nt ever want to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because u loved me" by celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you happy today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today?? yup..why not? :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who will cut and paste this first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..maybe someone who isnt too lazy to take up a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm not that im aware of and im too lazzy to google.so its 3rd june.go google it urself! *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you have a secret crush on someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know--period!! (if i do and i told u then it wouldn't qualify as a SECRET crush u idiot.besides i'd like to keep u people wondering *evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do you have a garbage disposal in your kitchen sink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme go check! *runs to the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you ever been in a fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..but at a mental level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical--smile&lt;br /&gt;non physical--attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What's your biggest mistake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can be labelled as a mistake.something you thought to be the best option once upon a time can be looked upon as a regret at some other time in the future..&lt;br /&gt;but it only becomes a mistake when you learn nothing from it.&lt;br /&gt;i believe ive learnt a little (if not much) from every small/big thing in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Name three things that you have on you at all times?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smile (almost always), attitude and last but not the least my brain [have my head on my shoulders all the time and mindya its always full..i dont leave it behind even when i go to watch those no-brainer-movies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yes..though that compliment did get me on cloud 9 i still think it was more pertaining to the attitude than to the looks..either ways, im not complaining! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What are your favorite smells?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scent of the earth after the first rains.&lt;br /&gt;the aroma of mom-made food.&lt;br /&gt;the fragrence of a few fav perfumes and shower-gels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies, backstabs, PDA, indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What's something you really like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from blogging, reading and listening to music, its talking to people i really like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Do you give random hugs and kisses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have stayed up all night and it wasent quite a big deal for me during night calls in med school..right now too i do stay up but its a BIGGG deal! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a doctor---several times.&lt;br /&gt;as a patient---on two seperate ocassions which i dread to even recall (yea! doctors make the worst patients)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. one most recent realisation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things speak for themselves.but its almost always we who arn't paying enough attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. tag 5 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---arv&lt;br /&gt;---rane&lt;br /&gt;---varun&lt;br /&gt;---srivats&lt;br /&gt;---zeba (take it as a 'welcome aboard' tag)&lt;br /&gt;---and lastly whoever wants to take it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-7669121250877944232?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/7669121250877944232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=7669121250877944232&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/7669121250877944232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/7669121250877944232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-me-tag.html' title='the &apos;about me&apos; tag!!'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sp9xcFl0VUI/AAAAAAAABEU/Xd2mmEBo-9w/s72-c/to+know+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-8512646762691608638</id><published>2009-09-01T20:20:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:59:32.629+10:00</updated><title type='text'>of rainbows, dreams, dark nights and illusions...</title><content type='html'>This is a piece i had written a long time ago.somehow i caught a tear rolling  down my cheek while reading it today.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are moments when even fiction can come out alive to haunt the one creating it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing on the other side of the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if everything i see is an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flowers around look brighter,&lt;br /&gt;the worries weighing me down seem lighter,&lt;br /&gt;a magic blue blanket in the sky i see,&lt;br /&gt;lost in each other--both you and me...&lt;br /&gt;rain drops quenching the thirst of the dry parched earth,&lt;br /&gt;smiles each one a million dollars worth,&lt;br /&gt;no tears glistening for reasons new,&lt;br /&gt;love in the air with just me and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on the other side of the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if everything i see is just an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but slowly the night approaches and the rainbow is gone,&lt;br /&gt;the illusion gets hazy but the dream is still on.&lt;br /&gt;the flowers dont harbour hope to bloom,&lt;br /&gt;a thousand worries above me loom,&lt;br /&gt;i search the sky for stars in vain,&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself on that dark lonely lane.&lt;br /&gt;i look around but ive lost that smile,&lt;br /&gt;the rain had come to stay perhaps only for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new tears flow for reasons old,&lt;br /&gt;a painful realisation as i suddenly grow cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been there before and then drifted apart,&lt;br /&gt;cos dreaming has always broken my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on the other side of the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder if everything i see is just an illusion...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-8512646762691608638?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/8512646762691608638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=8512646762691608638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8512646762691608638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8512646762691608638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-rainbows-dreams-and-dark-nights.html' title='of rainbows, dreams, dark nights and illusions...'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-6926806431579681209</id><published>2009-08-29T19:14:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:02:15.375+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FB v/s BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>is FACEBOOK slowly but surely trying to replace BLOGGER??&lt;br /&gt;have i become lazier?? &lt;br /&gt;or is it that writing something in one vague looking line makes me happier than giving a clearer picture through a long post?&lt;br /&gt;or could it be the sinking feeling that probably my FB profile nowadays attracts more comments than my posts out here *goes into sulk mode* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;open side-note&gt; please dont mind me..its just one of those "nobody loves me" days again. *snif.whimper*&lt;br /&gt;please carry on with whatever u were doing.my blog is not good enough i know..u got better and more important things to do than listen to my stories :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;*waits*&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;*waits some more*&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;*holds her breath and waits a lil longer*&lt;br /&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY THAT DOES IT NOW!!DONT U DARE CLOSE THIS PAGE OR SOMEBODY IS GOING TO GET HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case u havent noticed you heartless insensitive idiot,  that was EBM i was trying up there and YOU are not even reacting?? DAMN YOU!! &lt;close side-note&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*counts 1 to 10 and breathes in deep to regain composure*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Spj8cKDeOCI/AAAAAAAABEM/qfeCp9poBjg/s1600-h/hellooo!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Spj8cKDeOCI/AAAAAAAABEM/qfeCp9poBjg/s320/hellooo!!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375323715932141602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;im afraid if i get addicted to facebook and one-liner-status-msgs there, il'l grow old before &lt;em&gt;the book&lt;/em&gt; is out as it would take me ages to gather the required motivation to complete it :(&lt;br /&gt;*looks around all dejected waiting for the optimist in her to wake up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm....hang on just a minute!!(&lt;em&gt;i think lazybones 'opti' is up already..yayy!)&lt;/em&gt; could  it be a sign that i should probably publish a book of quotes instead---inspired by my very own cryptic facebook profile??&lt;br /&gt;would you read it? wouldya? wouldya? *rubbing palms with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: just FYI its a blue saturday and you are allowed to lie to make me happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-6926806431579681209?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/6926806431579681209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=6926806431579681209&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/6926806431579681209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/6926806431579681209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/fb-vs-blogger.html' title='FB v/s BLOGGER'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Spj8cKDeOCI/AAAAAAAABEM/qfeCp9poBjg/s72-c/hellooo!!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-6458596905419578334</id><published>2009-08-26T15:50:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:44:30.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lets face it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are we blaming the poor heart all the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong emotions&lt;/em&gt;--we start blaming it for being illogical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vulnerabilities&lt;/em&gt;--we start blaming it for being oversensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;falling in love&lt;/em&gt;---we start taking pride or blaming it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;skips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;jumps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;glows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;rebels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart &lt;em&gt;breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is &lt;em&gt;stubborn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is &lt;em&gt;brave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is &lt;em&gt;blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart understands &lt;em&gt;the language of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart understands &lt;em&gt;no logic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"listen to your heart"&lt;br /&gt;"your heart will give u all the answers"&lt;br /&gt;"the heart is always right"&lt;br /&gt;"your heart knows best"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just when exactly are we going to accept the fact that the 'heart' is only a goddamn organ with no relation to love, logic, sentiments and emotions or the lack of it??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SpTly16CoiI/AAAAAAAABEE/edbfQL120Ec/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SpTly16CoiI/AAAAAAAABEE/edbfQL120Ec/s320/heart.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374172916986585634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-6458596905419578334?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/6458596905419578334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=6458596905419578334&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/6458596905419578334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/6458596905419578334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/know-heartno-heart.html' title='lets face it'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SpTly16CoiI/AAAAAAAABEE/edbfQL120Ec/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-1252320320243371528</id><published>2009-08-25T19:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:03:29.447+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh 'A.E Housman'  i bow to thee, in the name of poetry...</title><content type='html'>Along the field as we came by&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, my love and I,&lt;br /&gt;The aspen over stile and stone&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to itself alone.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh who are these that kiss and pass?&lt;br /&gt;A country lover and his lass;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers looking to be wed;&lt;br /&gt;And time shall put them both to bed,&lt;br /&gt;But she shall lie with earth above,&lt;br /&gt;And he beside another love.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough beneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;There walks another love with me,&lt;br /&gt;And overhead the aspen heaves&lt;br /&gt;Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;&lt;br /&gt;And I spell nothing in their stir,&lt;br /&gt;But now perhaps they speak to her,&lt;br /&gt;And plain for her to understand&lt;br /&gt;They talk about a time at hand&lt;br /&gt;When I shall sleep with clover clad,&lt;br /&gt;And she beside another lad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---A.E HOUSMAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-1252320320243371528?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/1252320320243371528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=1252320320243371528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1252320320243371528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1252320320243371528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohh-ae-housman-i-bow-to-thee-in-name-of.html' title='ohh &apos;A.E Housman&apos;  i bow to thee, in the name of poetry...'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-8667176076869007014</id><published>2009-08-22T00:17:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:11:31.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/So64ZZr42mI/AAAAAAAABDs/Ka_3TF4Xk5k/s1600-h/ganpati+bappa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/So64ZZr42mI/AAAAAAAABDs/Ka_3TF4Xk5k/s320/ganpati+bappa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372434152030788194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is finally going to end..&lt;br /&gt;just one more day to go and HE will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's wishing everyone a very very happy ganesh chaturthi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANPATI BAPPA MORYAAAAAA!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-8667176076869007014?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/8667176076869007014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=8667176076869007014&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8667176076869007014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8667176076869007014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-we-are-waiting-for-weekend-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/So64ZZr42mI/AAAAAAAABDs/Ka_3TF4Xk5k/s72-c/ganpati+bappa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-2648170897895605351</id><published>2009-08-20T15:11:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:07:02.432+10:00</updated><title type='text'>is a blog-update-notification that urgent really???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SozeraFkfzI/AAAAAAAABDM/8_kyVFOzI5o/s1600-h/getting+on+my+nerves.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SozeraFkfzI/AAAAAAAABDM/8_kyVFOzI5o/s320/getting+on+my+nerves.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371913292864585522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that some people are really super enthusiastic about blogging and comments..but just what exactly do u mean by texting me at around 3 o'clock in the morning just to inform about a new blogpost update!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think this isn't the first time..its no longer funny how this person somehow manages to msg me only in the wee hours of the morning just to inform about his updated blog.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon its because he posts only after midnight due to lack of time during the day but do i really have to be the first person to know about it???? and if so, please for heaven's sake tell me &lt;strong&gt;WHYYYYY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually speaking, as discussed with a few other bloggers on a former similar ocassion, it was brought to notice that he belongs to that dangerous species of bloggers who shoot out notifications to almost everyone they know according to their convenience..and if thats so, im sure im not the only one getting mad in a 'i-wish-i-could-cut-him-into-tiny-pieces' kinda fashion at him at 3am in the morning &lt;em&gt;*rolling eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i have nothing against this species..but only as long as they restrict their tactics to general orkut and facebook and gtalk advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;but calling up or texting to inform is just soo not done..its freaky actually! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean you dont think his blog is going to turn into a pumkin if he waited till morning, do u? &lt;em&gt;[im quite enjoying this thought actually..i know, i am wicked like that.heehee!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; this post is written in a really irritated frame of mind since i was rudely jolted out of my slumber by 3 consecutive msg beeps saying "hi u awake?" followed by "BLOG UPDATED" followed by "please rush" &lt;em&gt;(yea right! u wish)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it, i just could'nt get back to sleep and had to spend the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, uncomfortably tossing and turning ocassionally (when the ceiling fan got too boring and scary to stare at) only to be greeted by a splitting stubborn headache in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no wonder that i havent visited the forementioned blog and if i get any more of those 3am-post-update-notifications,  i swear im NEVER going there again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-2648170897895605351?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/2648170897895605351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=2648170897895605351&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2648170897895605351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2648170897895605351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-blog-update-notification-that-urgent.html' title='is a blog-update-notification that urgent really???'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SozeraFkfzI/AAAAAAAABDM/8_kyVFOzI5o/s72-c/getting+on+my+nerves.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3101427448054987166</id><published>2009-08-18T13:41:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:08:43.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SoomRFVlxyI/AAAAAAAABDE/fbBoseGQVQ8/s1600-h/rough+times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SoomRFVlxyI/AAAAAAAABDE/fbBoseGQVQ8/s320/rough+times.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371147580525102882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is dreaming of spending an entire lifetime with you at the exact same moment you are hoping to spend your entire life with some other someone else...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is tracing your face in the stars at the exact same moment you are trying to sketch a life pattern with some other someone else in them...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is sad because you are sad at the exact same moment you are feeling helpless because some other someone else is sad about something you cant do anything about...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is hoping all your dreams come true at the exact same moment you are hoping the same for some other someone else...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is praying for your happiness the exact same moment you are praying for the happiness of some other someone else...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere is still hanging onto the small hope that things might just turn all right at the exact same moment you smile hoping for a happy ending with some other someone else...&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere thinks you will never understand how much it hurts when some other someone else is breaking your heart every passing moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a small world and we are all human...someone is bound to develop feelings for someone who inturn (as purely luck may have it) may or may not share the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is life..its got everything in store for you..just that its never exactly the way you want it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3101427448054987166?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3101427448054987166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3101427448054987166&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3101427448054987166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3101427448054987166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironic.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SoomRFVlxyI/AAAAAAAABDE/fbBoseGQVQ8/s72-c/rough+times.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-4629598584507504391</id><published>2009-08-16T15:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:00:12.091+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everytime she spoke to him,&lt;br /&gt;a little more of her soul she bared...&lt;br /&gt;and everytime he spoke to her,&lt;br /&gt;he wondered if he really cared...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today shattered he sits and weeps,&lt;br /&gt;defeated by an evil stroke of fate...&lt;br /&gt;she lies there lifeless still in love,&lt;br /&gt;he has realised he cares but a bit too late!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-4629598584507504391?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/4629598584507504391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=4629598584507504391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4629598584507504391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4629598584507504391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='tomorrow never comes'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023126998314268275</uri><email>nostalgicmoments@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-8585789586792618687</id><published>2009-08-15T00:26:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:20:33.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15th august 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwrEYh4hgvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwrEYh4hgvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we crib about the prevailing conditions in our country,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we complain about the lacking government, corrupt politicians and slow progress,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far we stray away to different countries across different continents, the truth remains that our heart still belongs to INDIA and we are hell proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an undying confidence that the prevailing condition will improve and we will see better times..&lt;br /&gt;there is a faith that we will succeed in fighting the inustice and united, we can and will emerge as a strong power for the world to see..a winner just like it had been on the 15th august 1947---a victory we will keep renewing every coming year.&lt;br /&gt;there is a connection which attaches us to the place, the people back home..a connection so strong that it can easily topple over all the luxuries of life in a foreign land with the heartwarming music of just one desi ghazal bringing misty memories and a strong urge to just leave everything behind and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that is what india is to us---amidst all the frustration, the poverty, the struggle to survive, the bomb attacks, the fears, the insecurities, the terror created by religious fanatics, there is still this one belief which over rules all these and gives us the courage to stand tall and fight against all the odds--the belief that INDIA is HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SoWE_LAyTwI/AAAAAAAABC8/aPZAhwKXUpk/s1600-h/indian+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SoWE_LAyTwI/AAAAAAAABC8/aPZAhwKXUpk/s320/indian+flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369844351531896578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's wishing all indians not only in INDIA but world wide over, a very happy independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-8585789586792618687?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/8585789586792618687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=8585789586792618687&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8585789586792618687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/8585789586792618687'/><link rel='alternate' 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