<?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-5912361197827701647</id><updated>2009-10-15T23:24:44.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The other side of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-6558041301159080377</id><published>2009-04-14T16:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:15:51.438+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Parting Gift!</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to move out. This doesnt mean I dont like my home or something, its just that I've always wanted to be on my own. Wanted to be free, make my decisions, live life my way, do things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, I've wanted to get a Parting Gift.A gift that'd remind me of all the important people in my life who have been there with me through thick n thin, happiness n sorrow, love n loss. I'd want it to be a special gift, something which shows my importance in their lives and theirs in mine. A parting gift is never just a present, its a moment in a which a lifetime of memories are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time we gave a parting gift to one of our friends, that may have been a very special moment in her life as it was in ours. I want my parting gift moment to be the most special moment in my life yet. But life has its own take on what we want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going anywhere. My dreams would not be fulfilled, my life would remain the same. There wont be any parting gift since I'm not parting. I'll be there where I have always been. Not that I do not like it here, but the excitement of going somewhere is always great. I wanted to experience that. To go out n spread my wings was what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I get to do that sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hope against hope continues with yet another hopeless hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-6558041301159080377?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6558041301159080377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=6558041301159080377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/6558041301159080377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/6558041301159080377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/parting-gift.html' title='The Parting Gift!'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189707447867943164'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-8846436455418327750</id><published>2009-02-01T21:50:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:16:42.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men vs. Women</title><content type='html'>They are opposite poles. They are never gonna be similar to each other. Here's something I researched a lot on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Men:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Men think&lt;/span&gt;- Guys seem to think more about everyday things than girls do. Its often said that girls think too much about their clothes or looks but many a times, that is only they think about. A guy would think about any and everything, starting from how he looks to how should he say something to what effect would that have on others.  They are always deep in thought probably thinking what the next step would be. A lot of men I've met are always thinking and the expression has stuck on their face and looks like they are thinking even when they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men flaunt&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These days, more then women, guys flaunt. They do not flaunt their clothes or something but they flaunt about their activities. They are quite vocal about what they do, what they've done and what they wanna do. This may be probably because they do not care about somebody thinking about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are stupid&lt;/span&gt;- This is because men do not know what or how the girl sitting in front of them wants him to speak. They do not know what to say and what not to even after thinking about it so much. They may even be aware of this fact, but they never try to overcome this fault of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are chauvinists&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a well-known fact that men always think that they are superior to women. These days, however, the chauvinism is at a different level. Now, men do not think they are superior but they believe that they can get away with anything while women can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men may be chivalrous&lt;/span&gt;- Very few men I've met were chivalrous. That is probably because they do not think it to be right to be courteous to a lady as 'she's an equal'. This is where the contradiction comes. When they have to do something for a lady, the lady is supposed to be equal to them and when the girl has to do something, she cant coz she's meant to be meek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are immature&lt;/span&gt;-Men do not ever know what to do. They tend to believe everything they do/say is right when its not so. Men think that they can do whatever they want to, say whatever they wish at the cost of looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to women now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women are bitches&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They love to bitch about any and every person they can lay their hands, no matter how the other person may be. They can bitch about their best friend, their boyfriends, their parents and their brothers n sisters. They just cant get enough of it. However, they also love to say that they never bitch. yeah right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women are attention-seekers&lt;/span&gt;-Women love to be attended to. They cant stand someone ignoring them. They'd try all means to get into the picture, by getting themselves sick, crying, and doing what not. They just want all the attention and not just from the guys but also their girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women are mature&lt;/span&gt;- Its a well known fact that women mature earlier than men do. They know what to speak and when to speak. They know how to behave at a majority of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women love to gossip&lt;/span&gt;-This is different from bitching. They love to talk about everybody else's affairs, break ups, patch ups, flings, results et al. They can start gossiping even if they do not know the person whom they are gossiping with. They just need a place and person to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women are dumb&lt;/span&gt;-They would do all sorts sorts of stupid things, like deleting her boyfriends all scraps and messages when there's a fight. They take things too much to their hearts too soon. Some things may be too dear to them to do that but women like to FEEL everything they see, hear or are subjected to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Women flaunt&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Women flaunt their clothes and accessories. They dont have enough going in their head which they can flaunt. All they ever talk about are clothes and stuff so unimportant that men eventually stop taking notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are exceptions everywhere so if you don't agree to what I say, either you don't want to accept or you are the exception!!  Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-8846436455418327750?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8846436455418327750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=8846436455418327750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/8846436455418327750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/8846436455418327750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='Men vs. Women'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189707447867943164'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-4905424024903187098</id><published>2009-01-21T17:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:36:04.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, its really to go back and meet those people, who, if not now, but at some time held an important position in your life. Recently, I met an old friend at an old place we used to go to. We talked of the good ol' days and things we used to do. And I realized that how much we change in a short time and even though one is parted from friends by distance, its upto you to keep the friendship alive. There was never an awkward moment between us during the 2hours we sat together.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, when some friends, whom, i like to call my best friends, met, there always are some awkward moments when both of us were left silent looking for words to keep the conversation alive. I do not blame that person. To an extent, its everybody's fault that they let that happen. People without whom my day didnt pass, without whom there were celebrations are now lost in their own words and the worst part being that there's no evident effort towards making the relationship better. All one thinks is that "let the other person make the move" which, I believe, never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I keep on planning dates with my friends, to keep the friendship alive. Call it desperation or whatever, that's how I like it to be. Friends are the most important people in our lives and we shouldn't lose them, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extension of this: I'm planning a get tigether of my college mates somewhere in mid-february. Hope to see everyone there :mg:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-4905424024903187098?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4905424024903187098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=4905424024903187098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4905424024903187098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4905424024903187098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189707447867943164'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-5012948678855184462</id><published>2009-01-14T15:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:55:57.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nobody</title><content type='html'>Here's a little piece I wrote sometime back. No great words, just a simple poem I wrote when I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to care,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to say,&lt;br /&gt;" I'm always there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to ask,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to say,&lt;br /&gt;"The friendship will last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to smile,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to cheer,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to say,&lt;br /&gt;"Wish you were here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              -Shivani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-5012948678855184462?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5012948678855184462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=5012948678855184462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/5012948678855184462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/5012948678855184462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189707447867943164'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-1611449956120516820</id><published>2009-01-01T18:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:09:31.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi to Mumbai!! February 2008</title><content type='html'>I wrote this last year but posting it now coz some portions were still incomplete. The final post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first trip to Mumbai..loved it, so wanna describe it to everybody..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20th February: The Departure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me n dad leave from home arnd 2 in the afternoon for the Faridabad Rly Station। Catch the train to Nizammudin n from there, we take the dreaded EMU (Thank god I came to know it was an EMU after I had got down!!). anyways..we go to New Delhi Rly Station where we found didi n masi. Didi was going with us. Our train, The Rajdhani, came minutes after we reached there. As if it was waiting for us to get there..lolz. We got in, took our seats, kept our stuff at appropriate places and settled down. there were 5 other people in the compartment. But all of them were very boring. No talks other than some talk about the seating or rather sleeping arrangement at night. Thats it!! Me n Tina got very bored as we weren't carrying anything to keep us entertained during the journey. But thanks to Indian Railway and the food, it took some of our time. At night, everybody were on their beds at 10!! Gosh!! Is that a time to sleep?? anyways, we cudnt even talk so slept but got up at 6 in the morning (Ab itni jaldi soyenge to nd bhi jaldi khulegi n moreover train mein itne jerks lag rahe they ki it was better to get up). Brush kar hi rahe they ki breakfast aa gaya..Woh khaya n then the wait started. The wait to reach Mumbai as our train was 30 minutes behind time. Dont ask how it feels coz I already had a tension of the GD/PI at NMIMS n this added to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st February: Reaching there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we got off the train, dad saw his friend coming (He was coming to pick us up only..no coincidences!!). We went with him to his car n kept our bags in the boot. Then started the drive. It was a 2hr drive from the Mumbai Central Rly Station to Navi Mumbai (God, did we get bored!!). Reached there and met the most amazing people..aunty n Kunjan (the girl, who owns n rides an Avenger n plans to buy a 1600cc bike!). Just when I was about to go n have a bath, they told me there was a tortoise in the bathroom n not be scared of it (huh!! who keeps a tortoise at home n that too in the washroom??). I was obviously scared but since it was in the other corner i managed and got ready. Me n Tina freshened up and again left for a drive to Vile Parle (W). Drove for some 1hr n then realised that we're lost n I'm late for the Interview(Panic!!!) So uncle suggested that we take an auto n reach there. Took an auto from somewhere in Vile parle(E) n reached NMIMS at 1.30 (the scheduled reporting time was 1pm) The people there were very cordial but since I was panicky, i climbed all the way to the 9th floor. Phew!! I was breathing heavily but cudnt even show when I reached the Assembly Room. Went straight to the last row. The speech was going on n after that, I asked a guy if they had already submitted the SOPs. He replied in affirmative n I went to the room n submitted the same. came back and sat in my row. Within few minutes, we got a call for the GD. The GD went off well. I gave in a few points so hopes alive... When we came out of the GD room, I had my first sip of water. What a relief!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went upstairs n had a chat with some people. After some 2-3 minutes the first batch of people were taken for the interview. 5 mins or so later, I was called!! waited outside for some 15mins before I was called in. The panel was really good n I didnt even for a sec felt that I was in the middle of my interview. Got done with the Interview n had my 2nd class of water. Relief!! Went out of the campus n met dad n Tina. Had some sevpuri which I didnt like much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SVy2yiYb9sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4N_D0No-X0E/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SVy2yiYb9sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4N_D0No-X0E/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286301041965135554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then went to Juhu Beach n took some pics. The water was stinking!! Sheesh!! Tourists n Authorities..do take care!! Then went to Prime Mall.. It wasnt anything close to a mall but names can be misleading. Found nothing worthwhile there. Went outside n waited for dad's friend to arrive n pick us up. He came n we sat in his car for another long drive for 2hrs. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home, we had dinner n slept on a 11" thick mattress..lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd February: The last day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got up at 9 in the morning n left from home arnd 11. Went by the Mumbai Local Train to Victoria Terminus (Now Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus) from where we took the bus to The Gateway Of India!! Took some pics n left from there as it was very sunny. Took a taxi to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(the fashion street) n shopped for a while before going to Bandra Linking Road.This was a better shopping place and we did some shopping here. D was obviously getting bored coz both of us were too busy shopping. To add to it, all of us had had our breakfast(vada pav, missal pav) quite early in the morning and all of us were hungry. We searched everywhere for a good restaurant but couldnt find any, so we had to settle for McDonald's. By the way, the McD's there has a different menu. Things that we haven't even heard of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some food, we went to dad's friend's office where we got a quite a few offers for Domino's Pizza which we rejected(and later regretted!). Freshened ourselves up and left for the airport. We were quite early as our flight was scheduled at 9pm and we reached the airport a 7! Talk about punctuality. Got bored here as well. Tried some corn and some other things to eat and kept some space for food inside the plane. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flight:&lt;br /&gt;GoAir flight. We had window seats just above the wing so that kinda blocked the view from there and we were left asking for more. The flight was an amazing experience. We had Sandwiches during the 2our flight. Our flight was delayed by half an hour because some 10 planes were in tow to land before us. So we kinda hovered in the air for about half an hour. There wasnt any nauseatic feeling during the flight though there was some trouble in the ears which was manageable. The whole experience was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached back home at around 1 in the morning and had a nice sleep on my cozy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-1611449956120516820?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1611449956120516820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=1611449956120516820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/1611449956120516820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/1611449956120516820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/delhi-to-mumbai-february-2008.html' title='Delhi to Mumbai!! February 2008'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SVy2yiYb9sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4N_D0No-X0E/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-949250615047614345</id><published>2008-12-03T14:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:21:21.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The good ol' days!</title><content type='html'>Last night, bhai was chatting with his friends on conference and i missed something. About an year back, me and my friends used to do that very frequently. We talked about anything and everything. Sometimes talking crap and sometimes we used to be really productive and made entire list of colleges we needed to apply to and sorts. Of course now all that is gone. But i still miss it sometimes. Probably those were some of the days when i had good fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/STZOZU2EvtI/AAAAAAAAABs/IlMjlYCX9lE/s1600-h/ATgAAAC84uBeal-WXdet8YmP_Pr9bSH_GT2zlVwE8vBoYGO6zKIFdA77wxfKO2jYNFlC1_gNs9YoeYDvTIyFW-ppe2yYAJtU9VADX20bzVXzcmGNeth-vtcDCmTj5A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/STZOZU2EvtI/AAAAAAAAABs/IlMjlYCX9lE/s320/ATgAAAC84uBeal-WXdet8YmP_Pr9bSH_GT2zlVwE8vBoYGO6zKIFdA77wxfKO2jYNFlC1_gNs9YoeYDvTIyFW-ppe2yYAJtU9VADX20bzVXzcmGNeth-vtcDCmTj5A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275490210510323410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think anybody misses those talks, more so because they are busy with new friends. i do not blame them coz they are in a new world altogether now and it is a bit natural to move on in life. And since i'm the only one left, i am bound to feel that ways. Not that i miss it too often or something but i do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could do that again.. but i'm just wishing and probably i won't even like it if we do that again, because things, people and priorities must have definitely changed. So its perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody gets what they deserve in life.. Good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does it feel like I'm sad or something? Lemme think.. I'm not. coz i'd like to remeber the good times and would love to forget the bad 'uns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-949250615047614345?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/949250615047614345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=949250615047614345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/949250615047614345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/949250615047614345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-ol-days.html' title='The good ol&apos; days!'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/STZOZU2EvtI/AAAAAAAAABs/IlMjlYCX9lE/s72-c/ATgAAAC84uBeal-WXdet8YmP_Pr9bSH_GT2zlVwE8vBoYGO6zKIFdA77wxfKO2jYNFlC1_gNs9YoeYDvTIyFW-ppe2yYAJtU9VADX20bzVXzcmGNeth-vtcDCmTj5A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-7312906156639118366</id><published>2008-11-08T13:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:24:49.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIfe at Gargi summed up!!</title><content type='html'>This one's a couplet I wrote on the last day of college to put the life at college into words.. I would like to believe that it sums up the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been fights,&lt;br /&gt;There have been tears,&lt;br /&gt;There have been smiles,&lt;br /&gt;There have been cheers,&lt;br /&gt;All i can say now is that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm not the kinds who'd write big words et al. I like to put it simple and straight. Like it or leave it ;) okay don't leave it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a great day ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-7312906156639118366?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7312906156639118366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=7312906156639118366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7312906156639118366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7312906156639118366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-at-gargi-summed-up.html' title='LIfe at Gargi summed up!!'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-3754184548474987194</id><published>2008-11-03T16:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:09:53.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>100 ways to make you smile..</title><content type='html'>This is copied from a mail a received a long time.. happened to see this again and found it great.. hope everybody likes this and follows it..&lt;br /&gt;01. Call an old friend, just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Hold a door open for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Invite someone to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Compliment someone on his or her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Ask a coworker for their opinion on a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Bring cookies to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Let someone cut in during rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Leave a waitress or waiter a big tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Tell a cashier to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Call your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Let someone know you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Treat someone to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Let a person know you really appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit a retirement center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Take a child to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fill up your spouse's car with gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Surprise someone with a small gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Leave a thank-you note for the cleaning staff at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to a distant relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell someone you thought about them the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Put a dime in a stranger's parking meter before the time expires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bake a cake for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Send someone flowers to where they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Invite a friend to tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Recommend a good book to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Donate clothing to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Offer an elderly person a ride to where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bag your own groceries at the checkout counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Give blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Offer free baby-sitting to a friend who's&lt;br /&gt;really busy or just needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Help your neighbor rake leaves or shovel snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Offer your seat to someone when there aren't any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Help someone with a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ask to see a store's manager and comment on the great service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Give your place in line at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;to someone who has only a few items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Hug someone in your family for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Wave to a child in the car next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Send a thank-you note to your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Leave a joke on someone's answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Be a mentor or coach to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Forgive a loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Fill up the copier machine with paper after you're done using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Tell someone you believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Share your umbrella on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Welcome new neighbors with flowers or a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Offer to watch a friend's home while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ask someone if they need you to pick up&lt;br /&gt;anything while you're out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ask a child to play a board game, and let them win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ask an elderly person to tell you about the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. During bad weather, plan an indoor picnic with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Buy someone a goldfish and bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Compliment someone on their cooking and&lt;br /&gt;politely ask for a second helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Dance with someone who hasn't been asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Tell someone you mentioned them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Give children's clothes to another family&lt;br /&gt;when your kids outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Deliver extra vegetables from your garden&lt;br /&gt;to the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Call your spouse just to say, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Call someone's attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Invite someone to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Figure out someone's half-birthday by adding 182 days,&lt;br /&gt;and surprise them with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Ask someone about their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Tell someone which quality you like most about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Brush the snow off of the car next to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Return your shopping cart to the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Encourage someone's dream, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Pay for a stranger's cup of coffee without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Leave a love letter where your partner will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Ask an older person for their advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Offer to take care of someone's pet while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Tell a child you're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Visit a sick person, or send them a care package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Join a Big Brother or Sister program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Leave a piece of candy on a coworker's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Bring your child to work with you for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Give someone a recording of their favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Email a friend some information about&lt;br /&gt;a topic they are especially interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Give someone a homemade gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Write a poem for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Bake some cookies for your local fire or police department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Organize a neighborhood cleanup and have a barbecue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Help a child build a birdhouse or similar project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Check in on an old person, just to see if they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Ask for the recipe after you eat over at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Personally welcome a new employee at work&lt;br /&gt;and offer to take them out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. While in a car, ask everyone to buckle up&lt;br /&gt;because they are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Let someone else eat the last slice of cake or pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Stop and buy a drink from a kid's lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Forgive someone when they apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Wave to someone looking for a parking space when&lt;br /&gt;you're about to leave a shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Leave a pint of your spouse's favorite flavor of&lt;br /&gt;ice cream in the freezer with a bow on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do a household chore that is usually done&lt;br /&gt;by someone else in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Be especially happy for someone when&lt;br /&gt;they tell you their good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Compliment a coworker on their role in a successful project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Give your spouse a spontaneous back rub at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Serve someone in your family breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Ask someone if they've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Make a donation to a charity in someone's honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Take a child to a ballgame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so some of the things may not apply here.. but those which do, try if you can do them..and make someone smile. It might make his day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-3754184548474987194?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3754184548474987194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=3754184548474987194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/3754184548474987194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/3754184548474987194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/100-ways-to-make-you-smile.html' title='100 ways to make you smile..'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-4604467194010930087</id><published>2008-11-03T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:05:09.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A million thoughts</title><content type='html'>A million thoughts run through my head,&lt;br /&gt;As i lay awake on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;How would life have been,&lt;br /&gt;HAd i never met u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r things to be said&lt;br /&gt;and things better left unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what life holds,&lt;br /&gt;i love it the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some changes to go with it,&lt;br /&gt;some moments to go in,&lt;br /&gt;some breaths to be taken away&lt;br /&gt;some people to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everday do we get to meet ppl like u&lt;br /&gt;not everyday that we get such moments,&lt;br /&gt;but there r times which tell u&lt;br /&gt;what life holds for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-4604467194010930087?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4604467194010930087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=4604467194010930087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4604467194010930087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4604467194010930087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/million-thoughts.html' title='A million thoughts'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-2190437248582770470</id><published>2008-10-27T12:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:07:39.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I thought of you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dreamt of you last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and wished you were there,&lt;br /&gt;all this while when I was alone,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and wished you would call,&lt;br /&gt;To talk to me just once,&lt;br /&gt;and settled it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;and wished you saw me too,&lt;br /&gt;a small smile, a handshake,&lt;br /&gt;were all you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all it takes is a smile to put all the differences between people aside. Give that smile to the one you miss. And if you cant meet him, just send a message, a email or a scrap. Never let ego come between those people who were once your friends. You may tell others that it doesn't hurt, but I'm sure it does. Deep down, you realize that you lost a friend, a partner.. And if he/she cant take the step, you should. And i assure, that person is going to love it and who knows, you might become the best of mates. And even if that doesn't happen, at least you wont be pestered by their thoughts anymore!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know other people, you know yourself. Your worth is by your friends and how you keep them. Its not about how you make friends, its how you maintain your friendship with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and take that step!! You'll feel much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-2190437248582770470?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2190437248582770470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=2190437248582770470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/2190437248582770470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/2190437248582770470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-of-you.html' title='I thought of you!!'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-7453170752548318973</id><published>2008-09-26T17:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:44:37.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just love to just sit back and enjoy the surroundings and think about my past, my present and future. And the only thing I realise is that no matter how much i try, i never am able to keep a check on everything that's happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont say that i've lost control on my life, but then there are some things in your life which you cant control. No matter how much you want to, there might be some people who do have a control over your life and you have to agree to what they say. Though they might do it in your favour only, but then its sad to realize that other people are taking decisions on your behalf and you have to (sometimes) agree half-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you sit back and relax, all kinds of things come to your mind.. the good, the bad and the ugly. No matter how much you try to keep out the ugly, they remain at the back of your mind and come up when least expected. Its upto you to let which thoughts take priority.&lt;br /&gt;You can think of the good things, the good moments in your life, those you can cherish forever..&lt;br /&gt;and leave out those that make you weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, like to remember all of them..the good, the bad and the ugly. becoz i like to learn from them and the bad and the ugly donot make me weak. they make me strong. As I mentioned in my earlier post, there are things I regret not doing, rather than doing. And when there are things you haven't done, you cant learn from them, you learn from not doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt do something, it makes me realise what I missed because of that or what consequence it might have had and helps me think over my decisions. It makes me a better person. Things that I didnt do, also make me realise that sometimes, things unsaid can not only sour relationships but may also sometimes sweeten them and improve your rapport with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its all in all a win-win situation. And I believe that something like this is the best thing to happen to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere and it truly holds good "Give females friendship and they treat it like glass, even when there's a slight crack, it gone forever. Give males friendship, and they treat it like football, they play around it so often but then no matter the differences, it still is in one piece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: These are my random thoughts. I haven't read through the article again, so pls ignore the small mistakes. These thoughts may or may not hold good for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-7453170752548318973?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7453170752548318973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=7453170752548318973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7453170752548318973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7453170752548318973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-205901152196013143</id><published>2008-08-11T15:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:00:03.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I regret..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than the things i regret doing, i regret not doing things, not saying things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a list of a few things i regret..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not taking up commerce in my class 11th. Wish i did, coz then i would have been much better placed in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;em&gt; regret&lt;/em&gt; not taking admission in that colg. life would have been easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not being able to find the right people for friends. the journey would have been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not getting out of the car that day. things would have improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not saying things to her when she hurt me. she would have learnt her lesson sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not clarifying things with people. we would still be able to see each other in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not doing that one chapter from which 50% of the questions came in the exam. would have given me more marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not seeing that question i left. would have given me more marks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not understanding things what people said them to me, sooner. would have told them a thing or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not speaking at the desired time and moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; letting people talk about me behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not bouncing back when i should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not slapping her when i she said absurd things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; being a dumbass when it came to friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; trusting females with friendship. they just dont understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; i trusted people more than they deserved to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats it for now. I would add more as and when required. If you feel you know a few more, leave a comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shivani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-205901152196013143?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/205901152196013143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=205901152196013143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/205901152196013143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/205901152196013143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-regret.html' title='I regret..'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189707447867943164'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-1190690586867621192</id><published>2008-07-22T15:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:34:58.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reservation: Boon or Bane?</title><content type='html'>May 2006, the first Anti-reservation protests were held in Delhi and other parts of the nation because of the proposed directive of HRD Minister, Mr. Arjun Singh to implement a 27% reservation for the Other Backward Classes (OBCs) in the higher education Institutes. After much protests and rage, the bill was passed in the Supreme, allowing 27% reservation.  Now, after 2yrs, we again saw protests and bandhs all over the country staged by Gujjars demanding reservation in educational and other fields. Reservation has been there for the past 20years, when the Rajeev Gandhi Government introduced it, but it has come to the forefront when the current government increased the percentage from 22.5% to 49.5%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now arises that, Is the reservation really helpful? Will it really help in making India a superpower? According to a survey, 8 out of 10 Dalit children drop out of school before class X, which means that the drop-out rate is approximately 80%. Is this situation going to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till when can we force children to go to schools? Even after reservation, if the parents do not send their kids to school, who is responsible? And even if they do send them, what is the guarantee that they’ll study there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that a common opinion has been formed and reservation has been implemented in all higher institutes, what we now should look into is the way we can bring out something positive from this. I believe that we should remove reservation from the office level and in the private sector. If the government were to dictate the terms and conditions in the private sector, then wont the ‘private’ sector be a misnomer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 years of Independence and what we still want is reservation and the caste divide. In the future, we may expect every person from every caste asking for reservation in education. This will not only make us more backward in our thoughts and propositions but will lead us nowhere. Instead of making progress, we would regress. We do not want that to happen. At one point of time, we are talking about the Nuclear Deal and at the same time, we talk of reservations and the cast divide. There may come a time, when the ‘General’ people might have to ask for reservation if the current scenario continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservation is important to an extent but only for those who cannot afford to pay the fees of an Institution. Reservation is a must for those who are below the poverty line so that they can come to the same level as the others from middle class or the higher class and bring their families above the poverty line. This will not only increase opportunities for these people but it will help in reducing poverty. And there is a further advantage of employing these people that is these people will help in the overall progress of the nation but internally and at an international level to be at par with many developed nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knowledge Commission has been mentioning time and again about building rural India the breeding ground for the intellectual capital of tomorrow’s India, but the government has been in evidently busy with more politically sensitive issues such as reservation. There are more important matters than caste-based reservation to be looked into for the development of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservation in Education not only leads to divide between the students, but also hampers the growth of an Institution per se. If the students do not live amicably with each other, there are chances of scuffles between them, which would affect their studies and their growth as an individual. After all, the growth of a nation begins with the growth of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education should be tackled at the Primary level and not the higher level. There should be free and compulsory education for everybody. Though there is a law which states this, but in India, laws are meant to be broken. The laws should be strictly followed and amended from time to time depending upon the needs of the society. What is the point of reserving seats for OBCs when the Primary drop-out rate is so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru felt our country did not require reservation because every person was unique. Why, then, are we trying to prove that some people are different from others while some are same and give reservations to one part of the society and not to others?&lt;br /&gt; Reservation is not a necessary evil. It is regressive process and should be removed from the Indian society to sustain the balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-1190690586867621192?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1190690586867621192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=1190690586867621192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/1190690586867621192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/1190690586867621192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/07/reservation-boon-or-bane.html' title='Reservation: Boon or Bane?'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-3995248942183792300</id><published>2008-04-15T03:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:57:29.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The past 3 years..looking back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SHu2lPjc8BI/AAAAAAAAABI/gWHsm8iaMEA/s1600-h/Scribble+day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968943812866066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SHu2lPjc8BI/AAAAAAAAABI/gWHsm8iaMEA/s320/Scribble+day3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two years i spent at my college have been really eventful..n now m gonna bore u with all dat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 1 at College: the fresher year&lt;/strong&gt;.. 2005, the year that was...m happy that it ended..seriously. There were so many tribulations in my life then..The ppl i met dint like me, n i dint like them for the same fact.. there were tears, anger, frustration, and everything i never hoped wud cum my way.. Only a few ppl supported me during this time n i wont shy away from taking their names..there was sheerein..every time i was down n out. there was megha..who always cheered me up wid her sweet Lil jokes. there was sanchi, who consoled me every time. there was anushree, my best pal, to comfort me in times of need. n probably i survived thru that yr just becoz of these ppl in my life..n i cant thank these ppl enough for being there..love ya guys..neways coming bk to yr1.. out of school n into a new world of college..the beginning was good. but my real friends helped me thru...n thn i realised a few things..i strengthened myself to stop thinking about those ppl who wont matter in my life.i let go of all the things they said or did, enjoyed all the bits of life i got. n things suddenly seemed to change..i was a new person then..n a new yr dawned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2 at college: being a senior&lt;/strong&gt;.. we entered 2nd yr n were now 'seniors'.felt so gr8 to be seniors..we ragged n had lotsa fun..n so came to know of our juniors..they r really fun guys...n abt the 'ppl of 1st yr'..i found a way out..i cared even less..i dint depend on nebdy for nething n this helped a few realise wat i meant..n their attitude towards me changed a bit..n this change grew better over the yr. somebody even apologised n dunno if she meant it or not bt nt someone who wud keep mal feelings inside me for long, i forgave.. bt i believe one shd forgive his enemies bt nt forget them..the yr went past n there we had a trip in front of us..we went to Goa n such a lovely place it is. its such a pleasure being there n i hope i cud be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SAPbBtErkHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ryBQV_N0C78/s1600-h/n505638699_1750_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189232017986523250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SAPbBtErkHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ryBQV_N0C78/s320/n505638699_1750_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goa brought all of us together..all d classmates n we enjoyed each other's company a lot..those 7 days were pure fun..how i miss those days. After coming bk from there..life changed..the whole class was together n everyone was hand in hand..it was like a homecoming..but then..the yr flew by and another yr came on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 3 at college: Getting Serious&lt;/strong&gt;.. before the college came into session, i joined mba coaching classes coz i had already decided on pursuing mba as a career. college started, classes, practicals, files, assignments, et al..as usual, in DU, one never even realises when the 1st term gets over...second term cam on n brought with it the agony of the upcoming n the most dreaded CAT exam..n other mba entrances..cant say if they went off well or not..coz m still to go to an mba school..ppl in college did help us 'mba aspirants' with notes n all..coz we dint attend much classes..classes at college went off fine except the fact that we realized that we were short of attendance..most of my friends had taken admission to mba schools n only i am left nw..bt then i chose not to...so its nt that big a deal..there was less of talking between me n my friends at college because i went less to college n that led to lil bit of differences...though its the end n everything is just perfect..the last few days came n everybody got nostalgic..college was ending n nobody realized that 3 years of our lives had passed by so soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SAPbVNErkII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dg6gB8-6xM4/s1600-h/ATgAAAC84uBeal-WXdet8YmP_Pr9bSH_GT2zlVwE8vBoYGO6zKIFdA77wxfKO2jYNFlC1_gNs9YoeYDvTIyFW-ppe2yYAJtU9VADX20bzVXzcmGNeth-vtcDCmTj5A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo sessions, slam books, hugs n kisses, scribbles made our last days at college all the more wonderful..dont know how many ppl m gonna miss..bt m sure m gonna miss the days.College sure has taught me some of lies greatest lessons which i'll remember all thru it..It is very truly said that if one misses college, he misses life.. i now am grateful to ppl for (not) being there with me..coz everything that happened has taught me..made me a stronger person..Thank u guys..I would also take this opportunity to thank all the lovely ppl out there who made my 3yrs a memorable time...it was so wonderful to have u ppl around..gonna miss u guys!!!Love ya loads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-3995248942183792300?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3995248942183792300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=3995248942183792300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/3995248942183792300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/3995248942183792300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-3-yearslooking-back.html' title='The past 3 years..looking back!!'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SHu2lPjc8BI/AAAAAAAAABI/gWHsm8iaMEA/s72-c/Scribble+day3.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-5912361197827701647.post-4326090997654042269</id><published>2007-09-20T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:44:03.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RvJdjzTCMnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A7CNImy-iL8/s1600-h/z46252151_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112251396665782898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RvJdjzTCMnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A7CNImy-iL8/s320/z46252151_thumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I miss u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i love u so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i knew from the very first day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could never be with u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do i cry for u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i love u so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all u did was hurt me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even without a touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i care for u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i love u so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i knew u r never there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n i never felt ur soft touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for she was there with u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always by ur side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i had a chance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to show what u meant to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now the time has gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i have moved on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he loves me a lot, n i love him too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still a heart beats for u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This poem written by me has nothing to do with my personal life. Please read it as a poem n do not think that i did not tell you someone.n please do comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-4326090997654042269?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4326090997654042269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=4326090997654042269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4326090997654042269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4326090997654042269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RvJdjzTCMnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A7CNImy-iL8/s72-c/z46252151_thumb.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-5912361197827701647.post-841578932355861535</id><published>2007-08-21T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:28:15.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life..where will it take you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RtK7iTxPI-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/K-089hZ3TPc/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103347525860926434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RtK7iTxPI-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/K-089hZ3TPc/s320/love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LIFE.... a simple word with such a big meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nobody gets out of it alive so its better we live like the way we want to...bt wats that we want? A house? A car? A job? A new cellphone? what?? Have you ever wondered? Is life all about material things n not the simple pleasures? The rain falling over you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Call from an old friend while you were thinking of her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Laughing until it hurts the stomach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hearing a song that reminds you of smone special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A smile from a stranger wen u r lost in a crowd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In this rat race, we've forgotten the love, the care, the fun, everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I once read an article which said: Dont run thru life so fast that u not only forget where u've been but also whr u r going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;n i totally agree wid it..hw will u get if u dnt knw wat u r getting?its like liking wat u get jst for the heck of it..jst coz u cnt do nething abt it nw..why not do sthing beforehand? why nt prepare for the best instead of the worst? why not take everything in ur stride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;n once u do that..everything will fall in ur place. everything will happen like u want n then u'll get wat u like...isnt that better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I believe in a saying i heard long ago.." one day, your life will flash in front of ur eyes, make it worth watching!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;do what u r happy doing, be what u wanna be, have wat u wanna have n ur life will indeed be worth watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today, its difficult to take out time for that smone special. someone, who might be waiting for that 1 call or msg frm u n u never ever seemed to bother.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;one day, just go out of ur way to make ppl feel special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ring up an old friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;send a miss you msg to ur partner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;send a thnks note to ur mom dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dine out with ur 'one time' best pal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;do smthing like this n u'll knw how it feels..feel the smile on their face..d warmth of their love n u'll knw the true meaning of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-841578932355861535?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/841578932355861535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=841578932355861535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/841578932355861535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/841578932355861535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifewhere-will-it-take-you.html' title='Life..where will it take you?'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/RtK7iTxPI-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/K-089hZ3TPc/s72-c/love2.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-5912361197827701647.post-6701814398068043475</id><published>2007-08-10T20:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:29:52.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/Rrx8uwwJv0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VhIRael04Tc/s1600-h/me1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097086021079252802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/Rrx8uwwJv0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VhIRael04Tc/s320/me1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/Rrx8nAwJvzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JSuX5_hL7gE/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well u might not knw me...bt almost everybody who knws me wud never believe i wrote a blog..neways this blog is for me to vent out my feelings n for sm to read them..&lt;br /&gt;I usually come across as a very happy go lucky gal bt things are not always what they seem...i got a gr8 part of me hidden from d rest of the world..but jst a few (n i mean very few) ppl knw me..i hv shared my true fellings wid jst a couple of ppl...n i hope they'll knw who I'm talking abt..actually m not ashamed of being hidden..i like this part of myself coz then i wont be scared that something i told smbody would be disclosed...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be a gemini..a true gemini at that..i like to be different..i like to do many things at d same time..i like to be two ppl at d same time...ppl might call me a hypocrist..bt m nt..i like saying things i feel on d face..&lt;br /&gt;I am like that and am happy with myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-6701814398068043475?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6701814398068043475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=6701814398068043475' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/6701814398068043475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/6701814398068043475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-me.html' title='About Me...'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10564435820928772262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09585655181001925085'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/Rrx8uwwJv0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VhIRael04Tc/s72-c/me1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry></feed>