<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647</id><updated>2011-08-05T23:50:52.075+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?max-results=100'/><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><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-311142635050835912</id><published>2011-08-04T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:12:54.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>once again i wanna hi-five on every silly thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i wanna fight with rajeev like tom n jerry&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna order from dominos after motu n nupur&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna tease pony for staying over at the flat all the time&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have omelette by rajeev at 3am&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have a GK session with ankush,motu n pony&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go for zephyr n be the only girl there&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go from radisson to faridabad dhaba in one night&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna hear pony scream after seeing a dog&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna travel on a rickshaw with motu,ankush and rajeev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have a long discussion changez khan&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna get up 2 see motu n nupur slpng n go to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna hv kurkure when jaya is asleep next to me&lt;br /&gt;Once again i wanna ride on ankush's scooty n go for a gedi to pony's pg&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to sec 23 and have momos with a 2ltr coke&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go for a movie to ansals at 10pm&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna stay awake all night just talkng and remembering old times&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to pizza hut and get another pic taken&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to crazy noodles n order the slush&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have mughlai at yo china&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to convergys dhaba n have aloo parantha&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna be able to come back home at 2am&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to aunty's dhaba and have 10 people gorging at 1 parantha&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna argue on who's going 2 get tiffin from downstairs&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna eat the 45rs thali frm khaja&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna sit in d balcony and talk all nite&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go for a late nite drive on ggn toll road with amplifier n panga playing in d background&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna celebrate my b'day with my frnds&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna plan an impromptu trip to some place&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna decorate the walls with cheesy frills n balloons&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna get hurt by the walls at my flat&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have veg puff at columbia asia&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna have bingo with salsa and fight over it&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna go to the swings in celebrity at 2am&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna jst walk arnd the celebrity complex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;once again i wanna play a bad game of TT n laugh it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again.. I just wanna live that life for some more time! Just once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-311142635050835912?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/311142635050835912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=311142635050835912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/311142635050835912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/311142635050835912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-2609690844183892971</id><published>2010-04-18T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:35:22.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>teeny bit poem..</title><content type='html'>What if I said I &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Wanted-Single-Disc-Widescreen-Angelina-Jolie/dp/B001GKJ2E8?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;wanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001GKJ2E8" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I'm in &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Sterling-Silver-Round-Reversible-Pendant/dp/B001TUZHE4?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001TUZHE4" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I needed you? &lt;br /&gt;Would that be enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-2609690844183892971?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2609690844183892971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=2609690844183892971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/2609690844183892971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/2609690844183892971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/teeny-bit-poem.html' title='teeny bit poem..'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-7232453655240973354</id><published>2010-04-03T16:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:18:26.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gargi college Alumni meet</title><content type='html'>Trudging back the old paths of my &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Alma-Mater-Rita-Mae-Brown/dp/0345455320?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=0345455320" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt;, my &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Naked-Roommate-Other-Issues-College/dp/1402219016?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=1402219016" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; and my life – Gargi was one heck of an experience. It was the day of 7th Feb 2010 that would stay in my memory for a long time. Crossing the same roads again, going through the same lanes and corridors made my day. When I first walked in, it was a sense of total nostalgia. I so wanted to go to the rooms where we laughed n cried, played n talked, danced n sang. Of all my student life, I don’t think there’s a place that I’d miss more than those two years at Gargi. I would not say all three for obvious reasons. Anyways, we went to the college canteen,&lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Nescafe-Dolce-Cappuccino-8-Count-Servings/dp/B001H0FI22?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt; Nescafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001H0FI22" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt;, the ground, the stairs, the washrooms… it was so much fun. All the memories of the past days flashed right in front of my eyes and it was such a sight. The juice wale bhaiya who’d make special &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Atkins-Chocolate-Delight-11-Ounce-Containers/dp/B0015068PA?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;chocolate shakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B0015068PA" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; with some ‘extra’ chocolate for us, the canteen samosas and chai that were our breakfast on the cold winter mornings, everything was just so special. We sat on the stairs in the ground and on the ground and had our lunch there and reminisced about all the moments that we spent there. I cherish those moments everyday for that was the place I found my best friends, my goal in life, and myself. I came to know who I was and what I wanted to be in life. &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Namesake/dp/B0011Y13YG?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theothersi0f1-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Gargi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theothersi0f1-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B0011Y13YG" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; taught me a lot about life and its moments. It taught me that there were ups and downs in life and they should both be handled with care and respect for oneself. It taught me that life gave you joys and sorrows and both should be cherished throughout the rest of your lives. Gargi made me what I am as I was nowhere close to what I am now before I came to Gargi. I’ll forever miss my days at Gargi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-7232453655240973354?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7232453655240973354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=7232453655240973354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7232453655240973354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7232453655240973354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/gargi-college-alumni-meet.html' title='Gargi college Alumni meet'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-4836745435044399390</id><published>2010-03-06T20:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:47:39.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Something I wrote in a facebook status message, started with just the first line and ended up like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little pain in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;a little thought in my mind.. &lt;br /&gt;do u really understand how i feel? &lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to find? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i want to say something, &lt;br /&gt;you got something to say too.. &lt;br /&gt;but why isnt anything related to me? &lt;br /&gt;why doesn't anything I want come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-4836745435044399390?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4836745435044399390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=4836745435044399390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4836745435044399390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4836745435044399390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-4227712208371435651</id><published>2010-02-14T20:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:09:56.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>The smile's gone,&lt;br /&gt;The tears dried,&lt;br /&gt;I had some day hoped,&lt;br /&gt;I could make you mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-4227712208371435651?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4227712208371435651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=4227712208371435651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4227712208371435651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/4227712208371435651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-836394340991999256</id><published>2010-01-22T18:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:50:06.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you</title><content type='html'>There was a time&lt;br /&gt;When you held me tight&lt;br /&gt;and I knew&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;when you were just a phone call away&lt;br /&gt;And my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;would just fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has changed&lt;br /&gt;and you found somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And all I do now is&lt;br /&gt;Look for somebody for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would give me the same love&lt;br /&gt;The same care&lt;br /&gt;But I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;That someone like you isn't there.&lt;div 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you'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912361197827701647.post-7746087528354344278</id><published>2010-01-15T01:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:55:43.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I dont know</title><content type='html'>Its been too long since I wrote something.. I've wanted to for a long time but havent really got something great to write about or for that matter some time for myself all this while. I realize i havent written ever since I entered IBS. Life has been too demanding here if not anything else. It has not been great per se. i have found some great people I call friends but then thats about it. i think i'm just messing up my life here.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i came here for are nowhere close to me now. i dont know whats happening to me or probably what has happened. I have missed out on too many things, too many opportunities and too many lives. I have absolutely no clue where i am. am i really in the right place? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing things as they have been coming, taking everything for granted and not giving that extra to anything. Why have I become this way. I came here for a purpose and I dont think i am working towards it. Even though every once in a while i feel all this, but then this feeling goes by so soon, i dont even know. i get engrossed in daily activities and lose myself. i think i just need to calm down and sort out my life a bit, if not much. I need to really study this time and score like never before. I still have 10 days and can give my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i can do it if i keep myself oumped up but then i think i have the smallest will power anybody could ever have. I may be writing all this but I dont know how long i will stick to this.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i dont give up soon this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me and give me the strength to give in my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912361197827701647-7746087528354344278?l=shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7746087528354344278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=7746087528354344278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7746087528354344278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912361197827701647/posts/default/7746087528354344278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shivani-theothersideofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know'/><author><name>Shivani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053285272523232567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=8846436455418327750' title='5 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPbTUDCiPOI/S4llntFPWpI/AAAAAAAABIo/cQJV0HgW-EY/S220/Copy+of+100_2925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912361197827701647&amp;postID=3995248942183792300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzB-zOIyC5o/SMZX5LDl1tI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kld-TDQ17UM/S220/untitled.JPG'/></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>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
