<?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>2009-12-20T16:40:13.005+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?orderby=updated'/><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&amp;orderby=updated'/><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>324</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-794197463763797501</id><published>2009-12-17T16:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:12:31.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick note</title><content type='html'>sorry for not being regular on here..Life has been a frenzy of events lately---some which are better off not explained.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i can say is that this month has seen the heights of quirkiness in me to the extent that the only person who faced the maximum brunt of the quirkiness has declared me 'insane' and im sure im going to be stuck with that label for a long long time to come...sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december has already shown me the 'trough' of depression..&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward to the 'crest' now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping my fingers crossed,&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/16896474-794197463763797501?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/794197463763797501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=794197463763797501&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/794197463763797501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/794197463763797501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-note.html' title='a quick note'/><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'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-1508780719797231789</id><published>2009-12-05T17:45:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:41:58.538+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOPE&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE was but a timid friend;&lt;br /&gt;She sat without the grated den,&lt;br /&gt;Watching how my fate would tend,&lt;br /&gt;Even as selfish-hearted men. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She was cruel in her fear;&lt;br /&gt;Through the bars one dreary day,&lt;br /&gt;I looked out to see her there,&lt;br /&gt;And she turned her face away! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Like a false guard, false watch keeping,&lt;br /&gt;Still, in strife, she whispered peace;&lt;br /&gt;She would sing while I was weeping;&lt;br /&gt;If I listened, she would cease. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;False she was, and unrelenting;&lt;br /&gt;When my last joys strewed the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Even Sorrow saw, repenting,&lt;br /&gt;Those sad relics scattered round; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hope, whose whisper would have given&lt;br /&gt;Balm to all my frenzied pain,&lt;br /&gt;Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Went, and never returned again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-1508780719797231789?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' 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value='15353542448149388372'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-240985240474224579</id><published>2009-11-18T20:03:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:36:02.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the story within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a story in everyone of us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are locked never to be opened&lt;br /&gt;some are merely ignored&lt;br /&gt;some are afraid of biased reactions&lt;br /&gt;some shy away from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;some are scared of rejection&lt;br /&gt;some are happy with their clandestine existence&lt;br /&gt;some revel in their privacy&lt;br /&gt;some want to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;some dont dare to reveal themselves&lt;br /&gt;some too painful to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;some too selfish to be shared&lt;br /&gt;some just prefer to play 'hide and seek'&lt;br /&gt;some wait for the right person to 'tag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are those stories which are free flowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SwP2UFL5DwI/AAAAAAAABIE/koj-rv_3PZE/s1600/attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SwP2UFL5DwI/AAAAAAAABIE/koj-rv_3PZE/s320/attitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405434802624597762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the breeze which runs through your hair on a windy afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;like the tears which trickle down your cheeks when you are sad...&lt;br /&gt;like the chill which sends shivers down your spine on hearing something scary...&lt;br /&gt;like the cheer in your voice when you are pleased with yourself...&lt;br /&gt;like the rush of happiness you feel when you hug someone you love...&lt;br /&gt;like the pangs of seperation you cant express when you are missing someone special...&lt;br /&gt;like the familiar feeling knocking on your heart when you experience de'ja vu...&lt;br /&gt;like the cherished memories which still visit you from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;like the thoughts which keep you awake even at the end of a long tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;like the experience which transports you back into time when it 'used to be'...&lt;br /&gt;like the dreams which still flash before your eyes when your sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;like the hopes which are long since gone but still not dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories run freely without any expectation of applause or accolades.&lt;br /&gt;they mingle with the air leaving their beautiful scent wherever they go...&lt;br /&gt;they neither want to be explained nor interpreted..&lt;br /&gt;neither want to questioned nor probed...&lt;br /&gt;neither want to be labelled as facts nor termed as fiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are accused of confusing the world..but they doesn't stop them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can someone who is already so confused be confused any further?"&lt;/em&gt; is all they ask and dissapear knowing that staying there would only kill them slowly and silently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are sometimes labelled complicated..thats when they gracefully accept the designated status and leave with mixed feelings of hurt and regret in search of someone who would probably be simple enough only to understand them..&lt;br /&gt;to understand them---as those who try to live despite the thousand odds...as those who wish to fight every demon who comes their way...as those who want to smile even when they are bruised and hurting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly as those who are not meant to be ignored or suppressed out of fear or shame from the rest of the world but rather as those who were born to run free and wild without a single care of the rest of the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its true---there is a story in everyone of us....&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/16896474-240985240474224579?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/240985240474224579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=240985240474224579&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/240985240474224579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/240985240474224579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-within.html' title='the story within...'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SwP2UFL5DwI/AAAAAAAABIE/koj-rv_3PZE/s72-c/attitude.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-4164925860034004264</id><published>2009-11-16T14:29:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:03:54.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ignored!!</title><content type='html'>Reality came knocking on my door again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time i slid beneath the bed covers, took the blanket over my head and pretended to sleep--hoping to escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i eventually opened the door after being convinced that it had gone away, i could not help but smile at the irony.&lt;br /&gt;There was a note lying at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;with trembling hands, i opened the envelope and read the note aloud to myself as the deep seated void in me continued to grow with every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember how you always complained that all i do is dissapoint you everytime i come to meet?&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to let you know that i had come visiting again today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time i had brought along with me a long lost friend..........'happiness'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-4164925860034004264?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/4164925860034004264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=4164925860034004264&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4164925860034004264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/4164925860034004264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignored.html' title='ignored!!'/><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-260437411505306271</id><published>2009-11-14T00:50:00.021+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:42:32.684+11:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual khetibadi</title><content type='html'>1 pink cottage&lt;br /&gt;1 grain silo&lt;br /&gt;2 dairy farms&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken coop&lt;br /&gt;1 tool shed&lt;br /&gt;1 small pond&lt;br /&gt;1 mailbox&lt;br /&gt;1 picnic set&lt;br /&gt;1 red gazing ball&lt;br /&gt;1 well&lt;br /&gt;1 rest tent&lt;br /&gt;1 fruitstand&lt;br /&gt;1 axe and block&lt;br /&gt;1 wheelbarrow&lt;br /&gt;2 haystacks&lt;br /&gt;1 barrel and butter churner&lt;br /&gt;1 white jack-o-lantern&lt;br /&gt;1 water pump&lt;br /&gt;7 white sheep&lt;br /&gt;8 pigs&lt;br /&gt;10 rabbits&lt;br /&gt;4 goats&lt;br /&gt;6 horses&lt;br /&gt;6 ducks (including 1 ugly duckling on whom i have high hopes)&lt;br /&gt;4 cows including 1 bovine-09 cow (from outer space) i had most enthusiastically bought&lt;br /&gt;3 bird baths&lt;br /&gt;2 cherry trees&lt;br /&gt;2 avocado trees&lt;br /&gt;6 passionfruit trees&lt;br /&gt;4 grapefruit trees&lt;br /&gt;7 date trees&lt;br /&gt;7 apricot trees&lt;br /&gt;2 lime trees&lt;br /&gt;4 fig trees&lt;br /&gt;6 banana trees&lt;br /&gt;1 red maple tree&lt;br /&gt;1 apple tree&lt;br /&gt;2 orange trees&lt;br /&gt;1 lemon tree&lt;br /&gt;1 harvest table&lt;br /&gt;15 awesome neighbours to compete with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least the enthusiasm to buy more, plough more, sow more and harvest more and more....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sv1udPa3FlI/AAAAAAAABH8/eK9IX1kGh4U/s1600-h/farmville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sv1udPa3FlI/AAAAAAAABH8/eK9IX1kGh4U/s320/farmville.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403596576548918866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only reason why &lt;em&gt;urs truly&lt;/em&gt; has not yet quit accessing facebook---&lt;strong&gt;"FARMVILLE"&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED (15th november 09)---dont ask me what happened (take it as just another bout of un predictability).&lt;br /&gt;I QUIT FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;guess farmville wasn't reason strong enough to stay there afterall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-260437411505306271?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/260437411505306271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=260437411505306271&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/260437411505306271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/260437411505306271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtual-khedibadi.html' title='virtual khetibadi'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Sv1udPa3FlI/AAAAAAAABH8/eK9IX1kGh4U/s72-c/farmville.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-5350137270720507252</id><published>2009-11-12T14:03:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:58:38.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the treasure called nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Svt_cNyNHfI/AAAAAAAABH0/wtn6jc5Wgao/s1600-h/treasure+trunk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Svt_cNyNHfI/AAAAAAAABH0/wtn6jc5Wgao/s320/treasure+trunk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403052300674342386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;a treasure trunk opened with a heavy feeling...&lt;br /&gt;some lovely memories neatly folded and stored...&lt;br /&gt;a huge metal lock to safeguard it forever...&lt;br /&gt;the key put in a sleek little casket...&lt;br /&gt;the casket placed in a small wooden box...&lt;br /&gt;the wooden box kept in a huge combination vault...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;the combination conciously forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and yet, stolen glances at the trunk from time to time...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-5350137270720507252?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/5350137270720507252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=5350137270720507252&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/5350137270720507252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/5350137270720507252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasure-called-nostalgia.html' title='the treasure called nostalgia'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/Svt_cNyNHfI/AAAAAAAABH0/wtn6jc5Wgao/s72-c/treasure+trunk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896474.post-3868102084917864526</id><published>2009-11-09T17:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:51:19.414+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of  first impressions going drastically wrong...</title><content type='html'>I need to realise that first impressions are not always the last impressions.&lt;br /&gt;i was being stubborn all this while..&lt;br /&gt;was adamant into believing what i wanted to believe.&lt;br /&gt;someone commented on here with an anonymous handle and when i got to know who it was, i was alarmed, irritated and angry.&lt;br /&gt;later he confessed he had planned to fib his way into knowing me better when the truth was he did know me a little already..&lt;br /&gt;now one thing i cant stand is betrayal of trust however small it may be!&lt;br /&gt;so without a second thought, my mind immediately labelled him a 'liar'!!&lt;br /&gt;but apparently this 'liar' told me he cared which i thought was just a futile attempt to justify his comments and anonymous emails.&lt;br /&gt;so without a moments delay my brain registered all pieces of evidence as against him and labelled him 'liar in denial' (so much so as i try not to judge people, i did judge him a little in a fit of anger)&lt;br /&gt;i avoided him.&lt;br /&gt;i shunned him..&lt;br /&gt;i ignored him&lt;br /&gt;i detested him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the long story short, i closed my mind to what he had to say.&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday, something happened just out of the blues which kinda compelled me to listen to what he had to say..&lt;br /&gt;and when i heard him out, i was taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;amidst a million apologies, he explained why he went ahead and created that anonymous aura and accepted that even though it doesn't completely justify what he had done, he was feeling hell guilty about it and would have come out in the open soon enough had i not confronted him about it.&lt;br /&gt;and then again, im happy we shed the awkwardness in between and spoke about it...because talking always helps sort out misunderstandings--and so it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad my first impression wasn't the last one---because in a strange uncanny sorta way, this time i think it just might have earned me a life-long friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all's well that ends well! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3868102084917864526?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3868102084917864526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3868102084917864526&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3868102084917864526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3868102084917864526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-pri-and-her-first-impressions-going.html' title='of  first impressions going drastically wrong...'/><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-58217312811165875</id><published>2009-11-09T21:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:13:11.758+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Richard Cory'--by E.A. Robinson</title><content type='html'>Whenever Richard Cory went down town, &lt;br /&gt;We people on the pavement looked at him: &lt;br /&gt;He was a gentleman from sole to crown, &lt;br /&gt;Clean-favoured and imperially slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was always quietly arrayed, &lt;br /&gt;And he was always human when he talked; &lt;br /&gt;But still he fluttered pulses when he said, &lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was rich, yes, richer than a king, &lt;br /&gt;And admirably schooled in every grace: &lt;br /&gt;In fine -- we thought that he was everything &lt;br /&gt;To make us wish that we were in his place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we worked and waited for the light, &lt;br /&gt;And went without the meat and cursed the bread, &lt;br /&gt;And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, &lt;br /&gt;Went home and put a bullet in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---Edwin Arlington Robinson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-58217312811165875?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/58217312811165875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=58217312811165875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/58217312811165875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/58217312811165875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/whenever-richard-cory-went-down-town-we.html' title='&apos;Richard Cory&apos;--by E.A. Robinson'/><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'>0</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=2422721404501725234&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2422721404501725234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/2422721404501725234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wished-upon-shooting-star-to-give-you_08.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzBMa3sh0LI/SvZaX0DPz7I/AAAAAAAABHs/uSyc7kb3zog/s72-c/shooting+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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='4 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'>4</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' alt='' /&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='26 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'>26</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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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 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/&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 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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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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-3650650788129757822</id><published>2009-08-01T21:12:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:59:20.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A recent meetup with four close friends had us talking about social networking sites after around three hours of talking about everything else we could possibly think of.&lt;br /&gt;after dissecting them piece by piece, talking about the various pro's and cons, the interference of ppl u dont really want interfering, the stupid quizzes we keep taking to kill time and the random crappy stranger requests i decided to raise the hottest topic and current obsession of everyone who joins these sites--the curiosity factor particularly about the relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while one friend admitted that facebook is now only restricted to curiosity element, another pointed out that the update about relationship status in these networks are never to be trusted..hmm..interesting!&lt;br /&gt;the discussion further delved into the reasons for his controversial comment.and what followed was a huge animated discussion about the in-depth analysis of the human psyche which went something like this---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship status update on a social networking site,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does "single" actually mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "ohh it means the person could be single" &lt;em&gt;(please note here the usage of the words 'could be')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "well, there are so many people out there who are committed and yet update their status as single.its mostly because of the insecurity in the relationship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "it could also be the poor guy/girl is contemplating a breakup u know--benefit of doubt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "i dont see anything wrong in that..why does he have to declare to the world that he/she is single..its none of their business"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does "committed" actually mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "ohh it means that the person could or could not be committed" &lt;em&gt;(yeah u guessed right.R is a lawyer and believes in sitting on the fence even if it means he gets a sore ass in the bargain.he is also the most skeptical human on this part of the globe).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "ohh i think il'l agree with R.it does'nt say much..maybe the person is actually in a relationship or maybe he wants everyone in the whole wide world to believe he is in one" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "maybe the guy really wants to be in one and the person he is interested in, doesn't really believe him..so u know..just to prove a point or something" &lt;em&gt;(ok insert a full volume laugh track here with S being the only person with a serious expression making us all doubt the reason behind his recent status change)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "it could also be possible that this guy or girl has gone through a recent breakup and wants to show his ex that he has already moved on.huh? huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does "married" mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;em&gt;after a long pause&lt;/em&gt; "means he/she is married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "means he/she is married..period!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "it means 'buddy im doomed..im married!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "it means married and brave enough to accept the fault"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(phew! ok atleast we have an unopposed vote on the honesty of this option)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does "open relationship" mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "it means that there are no strings attached.u live your life your way and i will live mine and dont expect fidelity, monogamy or the stuff relationships are actually supposed to be made of from me.my opinion--all good until one of them falls in love with the other--the other to whom it still is an open relationship..&lt;br /&gt;that is when, my friend an open relationship becomes a CLOSED one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "i wont judge anyone going for this.but personally i dont believe in open relationships.i think its just an excuse to have your share of fun--be commitment free and guilt free too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "wait! we are missing the point..why update it as a relationship status?and can a person have more than one open-relationship at the same time??" &lt;em&gt;(goes into a dream like state while we leave him behind and carry on the conversation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "well i dunno what to say..atleast they are being honest about everything.so both parties are in the know! its their choice after all.its better than being cheated on isnt i?" &lt;em&gt;(we had to agree that was a valid point)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now last but not the least *drumrolls in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does "complicated relationship" mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "it means that the guy or girl is the most honest person in the world..all relationships at some point are complicated.and thats easy to believe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "and not to forget if he is contemplating a breakup, it will get complicated in a while ..so again justified! and the last option, if he wants to prove a point to his sweetheart who does not believe him enough, then its soo TOTALLY complicated.so there!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "yeah, besides if he is single, that means he/she either has not found the right person or doesn't want to which again makes it kinda complicated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "ohh and just in case he is married, its still easier..its definitely complicated after marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just like that, four friends sitting in CCD one rainy afternoon, came to the perfect conclusion of the perfect relationship.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda sad that they still stick to the universal more socially acceptable and comprehensible versions when it comes to their own profiles..&lt;br /&gt;but deep down in their hearts they know that there is in reality, just one unanimous relationship status which sums them all---COMPLICATED!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16896474-3650650788129757822?l=lifeofpri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/3650650788129757822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=3650650788129757822&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3650650788129757822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/3650650788129757822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-complicated.html' title='its complicated'/><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'>14</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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/feeds/1204326349288138413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16896474&amp;postID=1204326349288138413&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1204326349288138413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16896474/posts/default/1204326349288138413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-here-comes-antakshari-2.html' title='and here comes antakshari-2!!!!'/><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/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' alt='' /&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' alt='' /&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></feed>