<?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-1589269121072237061</id><updated>2011-10-23T08:35:28.415+05:30</updated><category term='mom&apos;s'/><category term='growing in love'/><category term='Kismet Konnection'/><category term='dad'/><category term='bangalore trip'/><category term='memories revisited'/><category term='SYMPRA'/><category term='poem'/><category term='baggi s birhtday celebrations'/><category term='spl person'/><category term='my love'/><category term='manga and sameer'/><category term='old age home'/><category term='Bhavana bhabi'/><category term='gang'/><category term='college'/><category term='Congrats'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='condolence messages'/><category term='Sangeet'/><category term='hostel'/><category term='orphanages'/><category term='Lizard'/><category term='all fools day'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='Idhazh'/><category term='insipration'/><category term='sangam'/><category term='my love.'/><category term='learning in love'/><category term='Paa'/><category term='rab ne bana di jodi'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='Sonu'/><category term='trianz'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='Apoorv'/><category term='Utsav'/><category term='social cause.'/><category term='Saanthwana'/><category term='mekadattu'/><category term='saying no'/><category term='my first short film'/><category term='Invitations'/><category term='Diamond'/><category term='obituary'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Megha's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-6179504651787579774</id><published>2010-09-07T16:41:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:49:14.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing in love'/><title type='text'>A Promise To My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Knock Knock .. I'm back !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes .. and with a post that is dedicated to someone really special ..Someone who makes everything worth the wait ! Here's to you .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Learning how to love is a life long process. Each day we learn a little more. It can be hard work and sometimes we make mistakes, but Love is worth the effort! And you are worth the effort !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4E4F80;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4E4F80;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/TIYelMuSdKI/AAAAAAAAK_A/50DVCORZiM0/s1600/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/TIYelMuSdKI/AAAAAAAAK_A/50DVCORZiM0/s320/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128418181117090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I believe that no one can love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quite as deeply as I do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yet I often fail to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the depth of it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I vow to do the little things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to show you every day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But one thing or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;seems to get into the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I pledge to be more open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to have courage and be strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But some how sometimes fear takes over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and then everything goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I dream of perfect love for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and hope that it will be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yet I end up giving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a less than perfect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want to be much more for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;be everything you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I hope and seek, beg and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Change me God! ", I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You are the only one I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is for you I yearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I guess, my love, there's still so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that I have yet to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I cannot give perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but this I promise I will do -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will spend my life time learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;how to give my love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Megha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1589269121072237061-6179504651787579774?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6179504651787579774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=6179504651787579774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6179504651787579774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6179504651787579774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/promise-to-my-love.html' title='A Promise To My Love'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/TIYelMuSdKI/AAAAAAAAK_A/50DVCORZiM0/s72-c/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-7691264395466108165</id><published>2010-02-22T11:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:56:48.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idhazh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my first short film'/><title type='text'>LIGHTS ... CAMERA .. ROLLING and ACTION !!</title><content type='html'>She is sitting in the park; the same place like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the watch, getting restless and waiting ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is walking through the same route like everyday turning back now and then ... restless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the coffee at her favorite coffee joint doesn’t seem to taste good – something s wrong. Her eyes seem to be searching for someone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes .. she is searching for someone and his absence today is making her restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly from no where she finds a mobile phone on her table .Where did it come from? Who put it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she picks it up and is surprised to see its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds a picture of her at the park bench waiting earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;Next, a picture of her turning back to see if she s being followed.&lt;br /&gt;Next, a picture of her sitting at the same coffee table having her coffee …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?What do all these pictures mean ?Who took them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEEP – New Message – One more picture – its now her sitting with some guy at the same coffee table …. Eh ??  what could this mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowly brings down the phone her pulse increasing with every second.Is it right what the picture s showing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting rite opposite to her on the same table was the one her eyes were searching all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caught red- handed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT – CUT – CUT ….. PERFECT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just one of scenes that I had to shoot for a short film IDHAZH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes – You read it right – I worked in a short film , the girl in the above scene s ME .. ME .. ME  .. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might not have done a good job writing about the scene here , its much better to watch it - but no harm in trying...hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DREAM ON STUDIOS present ..... IDHAZH .. a film by Sharath and Anucharan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S4IauPPPWYI/AAAAAAAAKy4/aURPxPHY5zA/s1600-h/22035_297252262154_532382154_4052311_7486724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S4IauPPPWYI/AAAAAAAAKy4/aURPxPHY5zA/s400/22035_297252262154_532382154_4052311_7486724_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440940681483737474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the poster for the film .. Cute aint it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love story  , 12 mins and I had a rocking time shooting it with Sharath and  Anu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like any actress promoting her film – I’ll say the guys have done a fantastic job  - coz shooting a film where the faces are not being shown and emotions like love, anger ,sadness all being expressed just by the use of hands is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Sharath and Anu . You guys did a rocking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the links for the film itself :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZYGepV9ZEQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2 : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTXbR_Jdvfk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do watch it and like always do not forget to leave comments  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1589269121072237061-7691264395466108165?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7691264395466108165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=7691264395466108165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7691264395466108165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7691264395466108165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/lights-camera-rolling-and-action.html' title='LIGHTS ... CAMERA .. ROLLING and ACTION !!'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S4IauPPPWYI/AAAAAAAAKy4/aURPxPHY5zA/s72-c/22035_297252262154_532382154_4052311_7486724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5875594824465146001</id><published>2010-02-09T08:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:35:47.530+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you'/><title type='text'>Paa .. I love you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I dont know what made me write this poem and I have no clue how I could write it let alone post it on my blog here - but this is one way I let my emotions come out and for someone who meant the most to me - My Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paa - There are so many things I still had to share with you , so many moments I had to spend with you.I wish I had more memories of us together Paa .. I wish I'd never had come to Sydney after your treatment, tat way I'd have more time to spend with you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the long phone conversations with you - there s a gap - a space in my life and I dont have the courage to over come it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S3DTm-UOAaI/AAAAAAAAKyU/XCZXiCxw-MM/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S3DTm-UOAaI/AAAAAAAAKyU/XCZXiCxw-MM/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436077416752480674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried again today&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollable tears fell from eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all I do is cry&lt;br /&gt;And its getting harder for me to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I lie in bed and cry all night,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel any better in the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paa … I miss you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand as you took your last agonizing breath&lt;br /&gt;You fought with your heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;My world came crashing down like pack of cards&lt;br /&gt;I dint want to be consoled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d see you die&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away breaking all ties ?&lt;br /&gt;Who will teach me right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;With you gone?&lt;br /&gt;Whom will I turn for answers,&lt;br /&gt;When life does not make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;And always be there for my defense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant call you on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;I cant knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loud I scream,&lt;br /&gt;You wont be there for me like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard for you to let me go at the airport&lt;br /&gt;To let your “beta” venture into a world unknown&lt;br /&gt;Without you holding my hand or to catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;To walk the path that you have shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paa .. I need you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many images come into my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I speak of your name.&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to come to terms with the fact&lt;br /&gt;That our lives wont be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we shared,the laughs we had,&lt;br /&gt;Things I miss when I think of you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,&lt;br /&gt;Only memories, Of what once was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.&lt;br /&gt;That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.&lt;br /&gt;No more smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;No more warmth of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hug, The last kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...&lt;br /&gt;To have you Dad, here today,&lt;br /&gt;Never to leave your Daughter this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Paa, if I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and once more hear your voice;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you that out of all the dads&lt;br /&gt;you would still be my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please always know I love you&lt;br /&gt;and no one can take your place;&lt;br /&gt;Years may come and go&lt;br /&gt;but your memory will never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, God, as You are listening&lt;br /&gt;in your home above;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go and find my dad&lt;br /&gt;and give him all my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Paa ....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Megha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5875594824465146001?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5875594824465146001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5875594824465146001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5875594824465146001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5875594824465146001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/paa-i-love-you.html' title='Paa .. I love you !'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/S3DTm-UOAaI/AAAAAAAAKyU/XCZXiCxw-MM/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-585979180429917360</id><published>2009-07-04T00:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:25:20.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How hard will it be till that day ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5S0eQkjPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mfp4mL4wa5Q/s1600-h/girl-crying-small-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5S0eQkjPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mfp4mL4wa5Q/s320/girl-crying-small-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354308068419341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will light a candle every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will hold my tears and stop cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know love excited somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know faith will lead us someday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you today even more than yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart still burning when you are away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant say a thing but still feel you here ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow beside me through the storm .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How hard will it be till that day  ?????&lt;/span&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/1589269121072237061-585979180429917360?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/585979180429917360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=585979180429917360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/585979180429917360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/585979180429917360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-hard-will-it-be-till-that-day.html' title='How hard will it be till that day ?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5S0eQkjPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mfp4mL4wa5Q/s72-c/girl-crying-small-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-4876507649356408157</id><published>2009-04-04T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:26:41.565+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lizard'/><title type='text'>The reason behind my sleepless nights ...</title><content type='html'>This time I dedicate my blog to someone who s been the reason for my sleepless nites and endless thoughts for quite sometime …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes… You’ve read it right !! There is someone who is on my mind always – where ever I go , my eyes keep searching for his presence and before you get started thinking on who this ‘someone’ is …I have to tell you that I  finally  found him crawling creepily on the wall of my room –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW – the Lizard !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its neither letting me sleep nor allowing me run out of the room ( coz its very close to the door and I wouldn’t want it to fall on me during my attempt to run out of the room).Dont think I haven’t tried the HUSH HUSH .. CHU CHU .. or the CLAP CLAP things ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did .. But all attempts in vain .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact on one of such attempts – it actually came crawling more into the room instead of going out .. DAMN IT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looks like both of us would be spending the rest of the night staring at each other and keep ourselves away from each other … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle is on !! And I wont rest till I drive it out of my room .. (although I lack the morale for doing it ) ..If not driving out – I m sure I wont let it cross the wall n come n e where close to me  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so wish Bhavana and Apo were home – coz like me Bhav ‘s is scared of lizard and she wouldn’t have rested until Apo would drive it out of the house .. I miss u Bhavana !!I wish you were here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N e ways .. Its now 12 30 and looks like this is goin to continue for the rest of the nite !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-4876507649356408157?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4876507649356408157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=4876507649356408157' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4876507649356408157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4876507649356408157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-behind-my-sleepless-nights.html' title='The reason behind my sleepless nights ...'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-2568038436071286963</id><published>2009-02-05T00:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:47:57.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apoorv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhavana bhabi'/><title type='text'>Invitations !!</title><content type='html'>Yeah - that's wat kept me busy these days .. well of course the small shopping errands and tiring dance practices too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , i thought i should showcase my creativity here and put up the wedding cards that i prepared :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding card1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYnpL3cjTxI/AAAAAAAAKNU/ny_gkZA07d8/s1600-h/Wedding+card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYnpL3cjTxI/AAAAAAAAKNU/ny_gkZA07d8/s200/Wedding+card2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022826649636626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recpetion Invite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYnpGg7qp3I/AAAAAAAAKNM/Nxltwf1eXFo/s1600-h/Reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYnpGg7qp3I/AAAAAAAAKNM/Nxltwf1eXFo/s200/Reception.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022734706780018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Card2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYno_0OWuSI/AAAAAAAAKNE/MrP9OqUT1Sw/s1600-h/Invite-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYno_0OWuSI/AAAAAAAAKNE/MrP9OqUT1Sw/s200/Invite-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022619626354978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somre more where there - but these three were finalized so i put only them.. Adjust karlo!! hehe ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not many days left for my bhabi dear to come home !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-2568038436071286963?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2568038436071286963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=2568038436071286963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/2568038436071286963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/2568038436071286963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/invitations.html' title='Invitations !!'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SYnpL3cjTxI/AAAAAAAAKNU/ny_gkZA07d8/s72-c/Wedding+card2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-4528347159909642093</id><published>2009-01-26T02:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:25:02.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come ,Walk with me ...</title><content type='html'>Aha .. two posts on the same day.. Today is some lucky day !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am back to writing poems again..I am so glad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here s the new one - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come walk with me just one more mile&lt;br /&gt;Before we call it quits&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Now broken into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions may get strong on me&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and keep me close&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you let me stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put one more foot out, forward&lt;br /&gt;without which I’d regret&lt;br /&gt;So lets keep our eyes locked to the front&lt;br /&gt;Coz we are not finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep moving on the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Not think of whats left behind&lt;br /&gt;Coz if we keep moving&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny we might find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might find few surprises&lt;br /&gt;that might even make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Might even see life clearer&lt;br /&gt;While walking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might even find some pieces&lt;br /&gt;That we missed along the way&lt;br /&gt;Or some new ones that are better&lt;br /&gt;To use another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another mile together&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you?&lt;br /&gt;One more little effort&lt;br /&gt;Before we bid adieu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Megha&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/1589269121072237061-4528347159909642093?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4528347159909642093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=4528347159909642093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4528347159909642093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4528347159909642093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-walk-with-me.html' title='Come ,Walk with me ...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-1717440792994070540</id><published>2009-01-26T00:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:29:22.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sangeet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apoorv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhavana bhabi'/><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS : Earthquake at Somajiguda,Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SXy2H6gCLcI/AAAAAAAAKMs/1SMJLvSlPFw/s1600-h/BreakingNews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SXy2H6gCLcI/AAAAAAAAKMs/1SMJLvSlPFw/s320/BreakingNews.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295307508959817154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent update from our correspondent – an Earthquake measuring 5.1 on the Richter scale hit on Sunday afternoon at 2 ‘ o clock at Somajiguda ,one of the prime locations in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Epicenter of the quake was traced to Flat no 206,Fern hill apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On further investigations it was revealed that what seemed to be an earthquake was merely a dancing session in progress for the Ladies practicing for the Sangget ceremony of Apoorv &amp; Bhavana to be held in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No casualties or geological disasters have been reported so far, but the residents around Fern hill have been warned about such frequent tremors as the practice sessions may  go on for the coming whole month . Infact , it has been alerted that the intensity may increase towards the end of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE WORD from me and I m sure I’ll be Dead meat by tomorrow … hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes – the Sangeet practices have started and today the momies rocked the dance floor!! They’ve just surprised us all by their performance .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMIES YOU ROCKED !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N not just the mom’s .. spl mention of Apo here .. he been practicing too .. N must say for someone I thought had two left feet is dancing really well …!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai ho Bhavana bhabi ki !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the Sangeet practices.. to be put up soon ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btwn – I m just dying for the grand finale – for the lovely songs we’ll be performing on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next post ..Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-1717440792994070540?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1717440792994070540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=1717440792994070540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/1717440792994070540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/1717440792994070540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-news-earthquake-at.html' title='BREAKING NEWS : Earthquake at Somajiguda,Hyderabad'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SXy2H6gCLcI/AAAAAAAAKMs/1SMJLvSlPFw/s72-c/BreakingNews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-6793297295447850017</id><published>2009-01-04T23:21:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:50:03.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SWD45z0-18I/AAAAAAAAKDw/XUz0Wkrn8lQ/s1600-h/puzzle+piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SWD45z0-18I/AAAAAAAAKDw/XUz0Wkrn8lQ/s200/puzzle+piece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287499634581624770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok … My last post would have summed up that I am frustrated to the core – mainly having nothing to do ( apart from waitng for my IELTS results – which by the way came out really well coz I scored 8/9 ..Yay me for that !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haan toh I was saying ke I had nothing interesting to do plus  the lousy year of 2008 ended with me getting Gastro- something n keeping me bedridden for some days …So just to keep myseld occupied I got this Jigsaw puzzle for a cute lil friend of mine …Huge puzzle it is with almost 1000 pieces … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular puzzle has been a challenge because of the large number of pieces and very few pieces which can be fitted together easily. I’m still working on the puzzle, by the way. Fitting the pieces together is going extremely slow. Sometimes I even find myself getting upset because I’m not able to find an exact piece for an exact space! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One space is absolutely driving me nuts! I’ve been trying to find the piece almost since I first started putting the puzzle together! Funny how one little piece in a puzzle can make you feel like pulling your hair out! Who knows, maybe the piece is missing. So I may never find that piece by the time the puzzle is done. It may have to simply be a missing piece. Anyway, I definitely need to relax about it! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I started putting the puzzle together, I was also trying to put together some of the pieces in my life! Pieces that don’t make sense to me, pieces that I want to put into the empty spaces in my life, so I can see the complete picture and have everything fit snugly and all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went back to working on the puzzle, I remembered another piece in the puzzle that had been driving me crazy! I looked for it for a couple of days, but could not find it. Then just today evening, I looked straight down and saw the puzzle piece! It was right in front of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that like life?&lt;br /&gt;All the answers scrambled in front of us with no particular directions. Sometimes we search for the answer and it is right in front of us! The whole time we were hunting in far away places, asking others, reading books, and other material, trying to try to figure things out! When all we had to do was be quiet for a little while before the piece would have fallen into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all want to see the big picture for our lives and the reasons why certain things go wrong or awry, but sometimes we never find all the pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SWD4tP_zyPI/AAAAAAAAKDo/uWHFC0q1Efc/s1600-h/MissingandUnidentifiedUniversalSymbolBlackbackground.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SWD4tP_zyPI/AAAAAAAAKDo/uWHFC0q1Efc/s200/MissingandUnidentifiedUniversalSymbolBlackbackground.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287499418804930802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few things tat I realized were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; When the puzzle box is first opened you can’t see the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Remember that every one’s puzzle is different; so don’t try to fit other’s pieces into your puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Expect there to be missing pieces and learn to live with it. You’ll only produce baldness by pulling your hair out, not answers :P&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Be grateful for the pieces of life’s puzzles that fit and be satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Be more patient, some things take more time and come harder. Easier said than done, but it is good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most important FOLLOW UR HEART - It will def lead you on the right path :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah !! that was definitely loads of gyan !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ...bbye&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Please pray for my speedy recovery - I m tired of sitting at home while others are busy shopping for the wedding!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-6793297295447850017?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6793297295447850017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=6793297295447850017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6793297295447850017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6793297295447850017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-pieces.html' title='Missing Pieces'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SWD45z0-18I/AAAAAAAAKDw/XUz0Wkrn8lQ/s72-c/puzzle+piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5151398692334976162</id><published>2008-12-26T17:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:42:43.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety + Confusion + Boredom + Irritation = ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anxiety + Confusion + Boredom = Swiss Trip in March 2009 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup - thats Ady's status - well he s lucky that at least all the confusion and boredom ended well with a plan for an amazing trip to Swiss ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anxiety + Confusion + Boredom + Irritation = ?????&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much sums up the my current state of mind ....I have no clue where this frustration will lead to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored of not having to do any thing to do right now - yeah ,you read it right !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks i was so busy preparing for the exam that now I am so bored of sitting idle  ... Just waiting for the wedding shopping to begin - i m sure the huge shopping bills will make me happy 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the anxiety of my results - well.. just two more days to go n I will know where I stand .. Wish me luck .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind - I hope like Ady , the end result is something good .....and the new year starts with good note ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWN HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERY ONE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Thanx to Ady for letting me borrow his posts tittle :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5151398692334976162?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5151398692334976162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5151398692334976162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5151398692334976162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5151398692334976162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/anxiety-confusion-boredom-irritation.html' title='Anxiety + Confusion + Boredom + Irritation = ?????'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-438910051740877239</id><published>2008-12-08T15:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:21:04.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New life in progress ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/ST0YGLrALTI/AAAAAAAAIIo/G6P8f2u_t5Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/ST0YGLrALTI/AAAAAAAAIIo/G6P8f2u_t5Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277400832839527730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so .. I found my self at crossroads yet again.And after lot of taxing to my brain I finally decided what's next in my life …..oops .. my ‘new’ life …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking anything more productive to do,I first decided to update my seriously outdated blog.And yet I was sad to discover that I had very little to add or you could say there were too many things that I dint want to add …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either ways,I’m beginning to think that change is good and I was missing this outlet(to express what I feel) for sometime now …. And I think its time to bring the outlet back !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart form getting back to writing new posts - I'll be working on giving my blog a new look too .... Please giving your feedback about tat separately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha .. so apart from Manga’s wedding .. what else has been happening ? Well.. couple of more weddings  - all my friends …. Some I could attend .. n some I couldn’t ….Sorry to those whose wedding I couldn’t make it too … :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now … the decision – well the job scenario pretty much sucks here in India(like all other places), and also I think that this is the right time for me to change my line of work .. and this thought had been running in my mind for sometime now n I guess its time I act on it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I’ve decided to move from the technical line and move to management … haan .. heard it rite !! Uske liye MBA karna hoga .. and that’s exactly what I am planning to do …  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , this month I have a lot of things lined up – &lt;br /&gt;my MBA exam(i am tired of preparing for it), &lt;br /&gt;then dad s treatments last phase (we are happy that the chemos are coming to an end) &lt;br /&gt;some planning for bro’s wedding (oh.. yeah I am desperately waiting for March – tats when his wedding is )  &lt;br /&gt;so on the whole a new life – with no strings attached from the past …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me happy. And that makes my family also happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tats it for now – I’ve got to get back to my exam prep – not many days to go for my exam !! Wish me luck …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-438910051740877239?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/438910051740877239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=438910051740877239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/438910051740877239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/438910051740877239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-life-in-progress.html' title='New life in progress ....'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/ST0YGLrALTI/AAAAAAAAIIo/G6P8f2u_t5Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-6238535474669465484</id><published>2008-12-01T22:12:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:03:05.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga and sameer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rab ne bana di jodi'/><title type='text'>Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi</title><content type='html'>Nah .. This post has nothing to do with the Shah rukh starer movie .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a means for me to Congratulate two of my closest friends who very recently were united as one ...None other than my Sweethearts Manga and Sameer .. Aakhir Rab ne unki jodi bana hi di ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/STTGjlPqw4I/AAAAAAAAIHY/fiWiEChycYo/s1600-h/Sameer+n+Manga+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/STTGjlPqw4I/AAAAAAAAIHY/fiWiEChycYo/s200/Sameer+n+Manga+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059378153243522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known them separate and I've known them together and seeing them together makes the feeling all the more strong that LOVE is the most beautiful thing to happen and there is nothing more rewarding than getting married to the one you love ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to express how I felt when I was seeing them get married,the tears in my eyes said it all.. Hadn't seen them this happy ever ... Sweethearts - I wish you all the best for your future and may your love increase with each passing day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally .. a few more words to wish u guys  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your happiness begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your wonderful wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ll share everything together;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through it all, your love will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if life hands you challenges,&lt;br /&gt;As it does to one and all,&lt;br /&gt;Your love will hold you steady&lt;br /&gt;And never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wish for you sweet happiness;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, may your love grow,&lt;br /&gt;To warm you both from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;In your marriage’s satisfying glow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS : For original poem - please wait .... work in progress .. hehehe .. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Love you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-6238535474669465484?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6238535474669465484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=6238535474669465484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6238535474669465484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6238535474669465484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi.html' title='Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/STTGjlPqw4I/AAAAAAAAIHY/fiWiEChycYo/s72-c/Sameer+n+Manga+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-8109932046723862186</id><published>2008-11-05T00:10:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:36:28.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insipration'/><title type='text'>Something that inspires me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've tacked the following lines on my cupboard  - and whenever my heart needs an uplift I read it again and again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I can endure for this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever is happening to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how heavy my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or dark the moment be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can keep on believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I know in my heart to be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then darkness will fade into morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with this will dawn a new day ,too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: These lines are not my work... they are someone else s thoughts but nonetheless they express exactly I've been through....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1589269121072237061-8109932046723862186?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8109932046723862186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=8109932046723862186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8109932046723862186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8109932046723862186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-back.html' title='Something that inspires me......'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5596382019024970207</id><published>2008-07-22T13:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:42:56.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>I still love you ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's my new poem .. well, not really new - I had started penning it long time ago but for some reason could not complete it ... Dedicated to someone really close to me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SIWepd4j07I/AAAAAAAAHpo/i5ryOn-m7b4/s1600-h/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225757377867010994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SIWepd4j07I/AAAAAAAAHpo/i5ryOn-m7b4/s320/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I close my eyes, fear grips me tight&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about you, leaves me sleepless at nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dint want to let you go, I wish you could just stay,&lt;br /&gt;Dint want to move away from you, and this feeling becomes strong each day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for wrong reasons, things happen for better&lt;br /&gt;When I said we’d part our ways, sweet memories turned bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went downhill; where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you, and listen to our only song .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to wonder where you are and what you do&lt;br /&gt;But am I still here writing and thinking about you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to love you; I am not supposed to care&lt;br /&gt;I am not to live my life wishing you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably broke your heart, and I think I broke mine too&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to say this, but I think I still love you…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Megha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5596382019024970207?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5596382019024970207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5596382019024970207' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5596382019024970207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5596382019024970207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-still-love-you.html' title='I still love you ....'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SIWepd4j07I/AAAAAAAAHpo/i5ryOn-m7b4/s72-c/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-4911742806223891331</id><published>2008-07-10T10:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:13:58.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kismet Konnection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apoorv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhavana bhabi'/><title type='text'>Kismat Konnection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosary Convent School,&lt;br /&gt;Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year : 1996-2000 (Class 5th – 10th)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls – in fact classmates belonging to the same group (yellow group), performed together for annual functions; friends who had fun memories to cherish all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 – the year they passed out and then sadly no contact at all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 years later&lt;/strong&gt; , who would have thought that they would meet again and end up becoming more than friends – all thanx to &lt;strong&gt;Apoorv&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes….. the two girls are &lt;strong&gt;Bhavana&lt;/strong&gt; and me. And now I can proudly say that she is not just my friend but Bhabi too…. I’d always thought that my bhabi should be one jiske saath I can share all my thoughts,concerns – always wanted her to be more like a friend than a bhabi and I am so glad ke now Kismat ne hume Bhabi and Nanand bana diya …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah !! Kya “&lt;strong&gt;Kismat Konnection&lt;/strong&gt;” hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for both of them …. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221241596301749890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SHWTkYoPLoI/AAAAAAAAHpU/5BY9Myit_bs/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (Bhavana n Apoorv)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops , another reason why the posts name is &lt;strong&gt;'Kismat Konnection'&lt;/strong&gt; is that 1 and 1/2 yesr pehle bhi Bhavana bhabi ka match aaya tha for bhaiyya but sadly we dint proceed coz he wasnt ready then - but &lt;strong&gt;'Kismat'&lt;/strong&gt; ne dono ka '&lt;strong&gt;Konnection'&lt;/strong&gt; pehle se plan kiya tha and now they are "&lt;strong&gt;Konnected&lt;/strong&gt;" for ever !!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love you guys !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-4911742806223891331?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4911742806223891331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=4911742806223891331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4911742806223891331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4911742806223891331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/kismet-konnection.html' title='Kismat Konnection'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SHWTkYoPLoI/AAAAAAAAHpU/5BY9Myit_bs/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5071470712649303335</id><published>2008-06-16T09:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:52:20.470+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saanthwana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggi s birhtday celebrations'/><title type='text'>Saanthwana:Baggi's Bday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SFXuovNhAvI/AAAAAAAAHkM/5u9L5FPkwRI/s1600-h/Picture_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212334527386551026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SFXuovNhAvI/AAAAAAAAHkM/5u9L5FPkwRI/s400/Picture_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep you posted with Saanthwana events - I am here posting the pictures of the event recently organised by Team Saanthwana on June 10th on the occasion of our founder J.Bhagirath's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids fom Spoorthi and Aaradhna Foundations were invited and needless to say the day was a memorable one - except the fact that Baggi was being missed by one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link of the pics of the event: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/megha.kakkeri/BaggiSBdayJune10th08"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/megha.kakkeri/BaggiSBdayJune10th08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hopes that Team Saathwana would continue to walk on the path shown by you , I wish your soul rests in peace dear bro . I miss you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aapa" forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Request to all :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pease visit the website &lt;a href="http://www.saanthwana.org/"&gt;http://www.saanthwana.org/&lt;/a&gt; for the latest on Saanthwana.&lt;br /&gt;Also , in case you want to contribute to Saanthwana and be a part of it , please transfer your tokens of love to the following bank account. Your help would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name of the Bank : State Bank Of Hyderabad,Vidyanagar branch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Account Number : 62057354453&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come be a part of the joy !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5071470712649303335?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5071470712649303335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5071470712649303335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5071470712649303335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5071470712649303335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/saathnwanabaggis-bday-celebrations.html' title='Saanthwana:Baggi&apos;s Bday Celebrations'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SFXuovNhAvI/AAAAAAAAHkM/5u9L5FPkwRI/s72-c/Picture_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-8926027731034974778</id><published>2008-05-23T17:33:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:10:39.284+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mekadattu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories revisited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sangam'/><title type='text'>Memories Revisited (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Saturday. 26th April. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had plans of starting early that day with the intention of spending the entire day in the cool waters of Sangam , but fate had some other plans for us . Due to the amazing navigation skills of Siri and Feroz and lil sense of direction of Madhu (well, I cant really blame the poor guy – he dint have much clue abt the city) there was a nice mix-up and poor Madhu even after coming to Blore early in the morning could make it to the guy’s “adda” only at 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packed into a Qualis. Ten of us.We hit Kanakpura Road at about 12 in the afternoon. It was very hot and it looked like the “suraj bhagwaan” was in his full form.But ,we were lucky that he changed his minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we made our way towards Sangama (confluence point of the Cauvery and Arkavathi) about 100 kms from Bangalore, we were treated to some lovely weather. The sun played hide and seek for some time. There’s beautiful scenery on both sides of the road(except that the road was not that good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203544844738833250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa0d3t5K2I/AAAAAAAAHH8/9MLb4iXd0pA/s200/P1010950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203544840443865922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa0dnt5K0I/AAAAAAAAHHs/hVQrDTaJeFw/s200/P1010946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                      [ @ Sangam - the guys having fun ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, it is littered with plastic and is quite dirty. The journey in this case is actually much more beautiful than the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since we started late , by the time we reached we were all very hungry – and guess what aaj ka khana ladkon ne banaya tha :) Yummy food the guys made – totally loved it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203544840443865938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa0dnt5K1I/AAAAAAAAHH0/Sj-_l-ASkrs/s200/P1010949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203544836148898610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa0dXt5KzI/AAAAAAAAHHk/4WFLFlFWaKI/s200/P1010942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                  [ @ Sangam again - few more shots ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we got into the Cauvery river (couldn’t help noticing that even near the water, it was all dirty). People obviously have a good time here and don’t bother to clean up after they leave. Even campaigns like this have not helped increase people’s awareness towards the environment(although I made sure that my gang dint litter around - they knew I would turn wild if I’d see them litter the place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our actual plan was to visit Mekedatu (Goat’s leap) which is 4 kms walk from Sangam. Due to the intense heat of Sun god, we decided to spend most of our time at Sangam itself. Though the water level was only up to waist (except few places where it was chest deep) level, it was flowing with good speed. We needed to be little careful to make sure that we don’t slip off the stones and hurt ourself.We sat in that pool of water for a couple of hours singing, shouting, playing, just staying quite ......and it really was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact we also ended up playing cricket and I must say we girls were so much better than the guys !! (We never gave them a chance to bowl or bat – they were meant only for fielding … hehehe )[Unfortunately we forgot to take the pics then :(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since everyone (excluding me ofcourse) in the group were lazy to trek – we took the bus uphill .Well, this journey in the bus was no less than trekking – imagine an old wrek carrying about 60 odd ppl with no place to stand and the route being really horrible .Personally I would have preferred the climb but these lazy bones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa26nt5LDI/AAAAAAAAHJk/DO1V-LhI0_M/s1600-h/P1011000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203547537683328050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa26nt5LDI/AAAAAAAAHJk/DO1V-LhI0_M/s200/P1011000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa263t5LEI/AAAAAAAAHJs/PSYGprZBgOE/s1600-h/P1011001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203547541978295362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa263t5LEI/AAAAAAAAHJs/PSYGprZBgOE/s200/P1011001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3pXt5LII/AAAAAAAAHKM/woeFQX-upxk/s1600-h/P1011017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203548340842212482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3pXt5LII/AAAAAAAAHKM/woeFQX-upxk/s200/P1011017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3pnt5LJI/AAAAAAAAHKU/wFgkZqttx4M/s1600-h/P1011041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203548345137179794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3pnt5LJI/AAAAAAAAHKU/wFgkZqttx4M/s200/P1011041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3ont5LHI/AAAAAAAAHKE/Eu3QsyFPsbw/s1600-h/P1011036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203548327957310578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3ont5LHI/AAAAAAAAHKE/Eu3QsyFPsbw/s200/P1011036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa27Ht5LGI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/4KKGSmAVyVg/s1600-h/P1011006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203547546273262690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa27Ht5LGI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/4KKGSmAVyVg/s200/P1011006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snaps in order : Snap 1,2,3,4 - Mekadattu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snap 5 : Satish and Kondal striking a pose :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snap 6 : Our Gang @ mekadattu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final destination was good – although it exactly was not a place for us to camp ( it had loads of monkeys). I was busy admiring the place when suddenly I felt someone jump behind me .I turned only to find 2 monkeys staring at me.It nearly took me by surprise – I was at the edge of the cliff and you had this water flowing below with lots of force and I must confess I had no clue what I would do if it had come n e more near me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it cared for was a last saved biscuit packet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa263t5LFI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/gJqgeOA9tlE/s1600-h/P1011004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203547541978295378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa263t5LFI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/gJqgeOA9tlE/s200/P1011004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Horrid monkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , with the monkey adventure behind us – we left Mekadattu and left for Chinchu falls (it was getting dark by then).We were a bit sceptical abt the presence of water there. When we reached the place, we couldn’t find any water in the vicinity. But there were these couples who were enjoying themselves there . For couples it doesnt matter whether water exists or not , for them each other exist and thats enough ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back towards our Qualis and it was like a huge trek back to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all of us were a little tired, we still had that last dreg of enthusiasm left and soon got down at this place on the way back which seemed like brick kilns in the middle of the fields and took a couple of snaps !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3p3t5LKI/AAAAAAAAHKc/stM3gEBBcQY/s1600-h/P1011049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203548349432147106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3p3t5LKI/AAAAAAAAHKc/stM3gEBBcQY/s200/P1011049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3qXt5LLI/AAAAAAAAHKk/8q1ii5DCYCA/s1600-h/P1011069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203548358022081714" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa3qXt5LLI/AAAAAAAAHKk/8q1ii5DCYCA/s200/P1011069.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa5xHt5LMI/AAAAAAAAHKs/V22tqT5Gf-U/s1600-h/P1011054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203550673009454274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa5xHt5LMI/AAAAAAAAHKs/V22tqT5Gf-U/s200/P1011054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[snap 1 : On the roads !!! Snap 2 : Teddy n me @ war !! snap 3 : My deepest desire , killing feroz ..:P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back to Bangalore we had a great ride , especially at the time of sun set . I was just watching sun going down and the different colours in the sky. It was a great sight to see blue sky as background over the green fields and watching the white birds flying against the orange sun. It was just tooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have many many more such trips with my gang(seems to be sort of impossible since most of us are inline to get married soon :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers Satish,Feroz and the gang ...... But for u guys i wud have missed so much in life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2Int5K_I/AAAAAAAAHJE/VeLUK_XrgrE/s1600-h/P1010975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203546678689868786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2Int5K_I/AAAAAAAAHJE/VeLUK_XrgrE/s200/P1010975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1G3t5K5I/AAAAAAAAHIU/Ylhio9BoBF8/s1600-h/P1010965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203545549113469842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1G3t5K5I/AAAAAAAAHIU/Ylhio9BoBF8/s200/P1010965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1Gnt5K4I/AAAAAAAAHIM/KRK6IQb5jvg/s1600-h/P1010962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203545544818502530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1Gnt5K4I/AAAAAAAAHIM/KRK6IQb5jvg/s200/P1010962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1Hnt5K8I/AAAAAAAAHIs/0eLmshR1_PQ/s1600-h/P1010973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203545561998371778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1Hnt5K8I/AAAAAAAAHIs/0eLmshR1_PQ/s200/P1010973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1HHt5K6I/AAAAAAAAHIc/LJQXp5jY0SA/s1600-h/P1010966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203545553408437154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa1HHt5K6I/AAAAAAAAHIc/LJQXp5jY0SA/s200/P1010966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2Int5LAI/AAAAAAAAHJM/5s89pUjOi5g/s1600-h/P1010977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203546678689868802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2Int5LAI/AAAAAAAAHJM/5s89pUjOi5g/s200/P1010977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2IXt5K9I/AAAAAAAAHI0/Fy2DRwP1qNc/s1600-h/P1010958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203546674394901458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2IXt5K9I/AAAAAAAAHI0/Fy2DRwP1qNc/s200/P1010958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2I3t5LBI/AAAAAAAAHJU/HTmgqk8WoO4/s1600-h/P1010979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203546682984836114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa2I3t5LBI/AAAAAAAAHJU/HTmgqk8WoO4/s200/P1010979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa26Xt5LCI/AAAAAAAAHJc/dI3cuYgbQGw/s1600-h/P1010998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203547533388360738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa26Xt5LCI/AAAAAAAAHJc/dI3cuYgbQGw/s200/P1010998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [ some more pics ............. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : You must be wondering if I did any shopping , well Blore visit w/o shopping I s incomplete so don’t worry I would never do such a blunder . I did end doing lots of shopping there (if I would have returned empty handed my office frnds Sandhya and Padmini would have slaughtered me and I had no intentions of dying without getting married!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1589269121072237061-8926027731034974778?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8926027731034974778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=8926027731034974778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8926027731034974778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8926027731034974778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories-revisited-part-2.html' title='Memories Revisited (part 2)'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDa0d3t5K2I/AAAAAAAAHH8/9MLb4iXd0pA/s72-c/P1010950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-134143754201237035</id><published>2008-05-23T11:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:29:59.872+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trianz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories revisited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Memories Revisited (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Tadaaaaaaaaaaaa ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another post … ab I know that the frequency of my posts have reduced but you must understand yaar – ab meri engagement hogayi hai and I will have some useful work to do like talking over the phone, talking over the phone and talking over the phone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kindly adjust. :) And like I had promised you , I am now going update you with my Blore trip ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all , we had been planning for this trip for a long time now , but due to Dad's health and then office work I would always end up cancelling it ( much to Siri's disappointment).But this time I had made up my mind that this trip would be a success .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hadnt been to Blore after I moved out from there in Nov last year and so technically this was goin to be my first visit after I quit Trianz and you can easily guess that I was at the peak of excietment from a week before the scheduled departure.&lt;br /&gt;The whole journey to Blore in the train went with me and Siri reminiscing the good ol'days we spent last year together with our gang at Blore. Needless to say both of us spent the whole night talking about hostel days , the night outs , shopping sprees , Trianz - our SCOSTA team ,our Gang , the weekend trips out of BLore , cafeteria gossips ... almost everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Blore for 3 days(25ht April to 27th April) – but I must say even those 3 days weren’t sufficient for me and my heart longed for more .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So – what fun did I have there ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, I went back to my old hostel – felt so unusual. The same old place, your beds, your cupboards but just that somebody else was using them now and I must say I was not pleased with the person using it.…(my heart was aching to see my bed all cramped up with useless stuff) . But the highlight of the stay at hostel was that because of our stay(I am giving this entire credit to Siri and me - so the others chill !!), the entire hostel junta got yummy food for the weekend :) hehehe …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a chance to visit Trianz . It was so odd – you walk into the company you’ve worked for (infact first job in my case) but this time with a VISITORS PASS !! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind –my joy knew no bounds when the first person I ran into was none other than Harry Potter ( Deepak Kemchemba) , my PM at Trianz . Then just like old days I went about the entire office meeting everyone - disturbing them from their work (well.. I dint mind doing it - I was used to it you see , I used to do this a lot during my Trianz Days for Cultural events work). It was so fun meeting everyone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the sad part - when I visited my floor and my cubicle( I call it "THE DEN", it was here that I spent my time thinking of innovative ideas).Once full of life – it was now dead with no one occupying it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days – when it was alive with posters that I used to design with upcoming Cultural events in the office , with "post its" of some quotes I loved , photographs and loads of other smart cards stuff  around my system…. My Den was empty now - lifeless like I said. (although I doubt , if I could bear anyone else occupying it) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this visit to the cafeteria – where I am still remembered as “Raichur madam” and unlike others I was treated to the mast buttermilk that I loved during my days at Trianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my visit to Trianz – it really did take me back to the days I can never forget – days of unlimited fun with my team, SCOSTA LAB, smart card work, cultural team events, cafeteria gup-shup and so much more … I miss Trianz, I miss my friends there !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1Xt5KpI/AAAAAAAAHGU/F-yGWV9WQ4Y/s1600-h/P1010924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456188023909010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1Xt5KpI/AAAAAAAAHGU/F-yGWV9WQ4Y/s320/P1010924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1nt5KqI/AAAAAAAAHGc/h5oob_-6gE4/s1600-h/P1010921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456192318876322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1nt5KqI/AAAAAAAAHGc/h5oob_-6gE4/s320/P1010921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1nt5KrI/AAAAAAAAHGk/OdTxgvRCO3E/s1600-h/P1010938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456192318876338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1nt5KrI/AAAAAAAAHGk/OdTxgvRCO3E/s320/P1010938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj13t5KsI/AAAAAAAAHGs/eJzPpdxSziE/s1600-h/P1010936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456196613843650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj13t5KsI/AAAAAAAAHGs/eJzPpdxSziE/s320/P1010936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj2Xt5KtI/AAAAAAAAHG0/dI4N7id2Dz4/s1600-h/P1010486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456205203778258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj2Xt5KtI/AAAAAAAAHG0/dI4N7id2Dz4/s320/P1010486.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaps in order from top :&lt;br /&gt;Snap 1 : My Den - now lifeless :(&lt;br /&gt;Snap 2 : Me in my Den&lt;br /&gt;Snap 3 : My Gang in cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Snap 4 : Again - with gang in the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Snap 5 : Good old days - my SCOSTA team ( my last day @ Trianz )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - I forgot to mention the wonderful lunch that I had with my hostel gang ( Usha will kill me if I dont mention it , you see it was her treat :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmJ3t5KuI/AAAAAAAAHG8/sdfyOD3almk/s1600-h/P1010885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203458739234482914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmJ3t5KuI/AAAAAAAAHG8/sdfyOD3almk/s320/P1010885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmKnt5KwI/AAAAAAAAHHM/IxpsHW8LydQ/s1600-h/P1010894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203458752119384834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmKnt5KwI/AAAAAAAAHHM/IxpsHW8LydQ/s320/P1010894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmLnt5KxI/AAAAAAAAHHU/knu6N3ZZLwo/s1600-h/P1010897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203458769299254034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmLnt5KxI/AAAAAAAAHHU/knu6N3ZZLwo/s320/P1010897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmL3t5KyI/AAAAAAAAHHc/2EKwnJmLKpE/s1600-h/P1010912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203458773594221346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZmL3t5KyI/AAAAAAAAHHc/2EKwnJmLKpE/s320/P1010912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaps in order from top :&lt;br /&gt;Snap 1 : Pratibha , Siri and Mallika&lt;br /&gt;Snap 2 : Teddy doing her best job  - mujhe khana khilana :)&lt;br /&gt;Snap 3 : With Teddy , Tina and Usha.&lt;br /&gt;Snap 4 : Yummyyyy ... my ice cream ( I dont remember the name though ... but I do remember Teddy attacking my ice cream for her stupid alphonso ice cream wasnt good enough !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Trianz and Trianz junta ki baatien - next is the trip to Sangam , Meka Dattu and Chinchu falls with my Gang . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up in next post !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-134143754201237035?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/134143754201237035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=134143754201237035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/134143754201237035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/134143754201237035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories-revisited-part-1.html' title='Memories Revisited (part 1)'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SDZj1Xt5KpI/AAAAAAAAHGU/F-yGWV9WQ4Y/s72-c/P1010924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-521131957130664358</id><published>2008-05-14T08:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:51:41.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yohoooooooooo..... :)</title><content type='html'>Hello dear Junta – I am back again with yet another post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week had been really hectic and I had no time to spend updating the blog – I have a lots n lots of stuff to update u abt ..Like I said an exclusive post abt Blore trip and haan  - the imp event that was to happen …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well – First things first … the imp event did happen but I wouldn’t wanna share it this way – still working on how to put that post coz its one special one – so u’ll have to wait a lil longer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait till the next post !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-521131957130664358?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/521131957130664358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=521131957130664358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/521131957130664358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/521131957130664358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/yohoooooooooo.html' title='Yohoooooooooo..... :)'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-2946329221482452756</id><published>2008-04-30T09:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:44:46.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spl person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of you'/><title type='text'>Thinking of you ..</title><content type='html'>Well .. well .. If you've been wondering where I had dissappeared for a while - I was off to Blore for the weekend and what a weekend it was !! Had the best of time wth my friends from Trianz - but more of that later ( a spl post just dedicated to BLore trip with exclusive photos coming soon)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else has been hapeening in my life apart from the usual 9-6.30 job and the amazing trip to Blore ?? Well , there is something really imp shaping up .. so stay tuned to my blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194884200924582434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SBfvqDVmEiI/AAAAAAAAGHA/jJM5ML_D4gg/s320/rest8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now its just these few words --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts of you creep into my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late at night as I lay silently in my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine what it'll be like ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeting you for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will it all be new and scary ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or like I've known you for a lifetime ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk across my room ,thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How far across you seem to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit and I think,while thinking of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you even thinking of me ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My stomach aflutter, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with butterfly wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions and thoughts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so many other things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing I already like you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;praying you like me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping to get along fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust in your heart,but do you trust in mine ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts of you creep into my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late at nights as I lay silently in bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Megha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said for more from my side - STAY TUNED TO MEGHA's DIARY !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-2946329221482452756?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2946329221482452756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=2946329221482452756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/2946329221482452756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/2946329221482452756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you ..'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SBfvqDVmEiI/AAAAAAAAGHA/jJM5ML_D4gg/s72-c/rest8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-756202226928308948</id><published>2008-04-14T17:09:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:38:52.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonu'/><title type='text'>To Sonu .. With Love</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to say this time - just that 5 years ago , 17th April 2003 I lost my best buddy SONU and I just wanted to dedicate this poem to him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIbzTq3eI/AAAAAAAAGFk/wAkG_wfoBDY/s1600-h/sonu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189070838127320546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIbzTq3eI/AAAAAAAAGFk/wAkG_wfoBDY/s320/sonu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIcDTq3fI/AAAAAAAAGFs/4KLoDB0iaH8/s1600-h/Jan11_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189070842422287858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIcDTq3fI/AAAAAAAAGFs/4KLoDB0iaH8/s320/Jan11_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIBDTq3cI/AAAAAAAAGFU/YbkhPMOGwzY/s1600-h/sonu.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunlight streams through the windowpane,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unto a spot on the floor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I remember - it's where you used to lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now you are no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember how you’d run to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to play your favorite game, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how your ears would perk right up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on hearing me call your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d wake me up each morning,&lt;br /&gt;By licking on my face&lt;br /&gt;You’d run around me in circles;&lt;br /&gt;In your fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d jump on me as soon as I come&lt;br /&gt;We’d roll together on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;If anyone tried to separate us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd let out a loud moan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always knew;&lt;br /&gt;If I were having a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you'd snuggle up close to me;&lt;br /&gt;And try to get me to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that didn't work;&lt;br /&gt;You’d put your head in my lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then make yourself comfortable;&lt;br /&gt;And take a sound nap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d always lend a thoughtful ear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A problem you’d never miss.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way, on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;You’d lay a little doggy kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits still make me think ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear a barking at the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or step back when I drop ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tasty morsel on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet still go around the staircase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the food dish used to be,&lt;br /&gt;I still sit on the terrace all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you are still listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still pains me that I was not with you&lt;br /&gt;On your last day&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had one last chance to do something&lt;br /&gt;That would have made you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish somehow to tell you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how empty I now feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A part of me went with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a part that time can't heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although time may bring new friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a new food dish to fill,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that one place in my heart belongs to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and always will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Megha .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-756202226928308948?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/756202226928308948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=756202226928308948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/756202226928308948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/756202226928308948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-sonu-with-love.html' title='To Sonu .. With Love'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/SANIbzTq3eI/AAAAAAAAGFk/wAkG_wfoBDY/s72-c/sonu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-9049988014518710442</id><published>2008-04-10T09:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:51:50.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condolence messages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obituary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love'/><title type='text'>Rest In Piece (oops tat was PEACE ) [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven’t been able to come out of the depression over the loss of my beloved cell phone , but nonetheless I had to write this second part for the previous post – for the particular post would have been incomplete without this continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , apart from the Obituary I have written here for my love – my CELL PHONE, I had to let my family and friends know about it , so here is the mail that I had sent to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vishesh Suchana : Cell Phone ki mrityu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th April,Infotech Enterprises,Hyd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek vishesh suchana ke anusaar bataya jata hai ke kal shaam 4 'o'clock ko ek durghatana mein Megha ke cell phone ki mrityu ho gayi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megha ki sthiti kafi gambhir hai kyon ki cell phone ke saare contact numbers ja chuke hai.&lt;br /&gt;Toh aapse nivedan hai ke - Kripya apna kuch samay cell phone ko shradhanjali arpit karte hue , apna landline yevam mobile number Megha ko neeche diye email id ya phone number pe msg kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Email id : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:meghak@infotechsw.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meghak@infotechsw.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:megha.kakkeri@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;megha.kakkeri@gmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone no : ********** (sorry - dint wanna disclose here )&lt;br /&gt;Dhanyavaad.&lt;br /&gt;Megha.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now… what do you think were the replies to this mail ..? well … here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IC : &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_2VBIFbqBI/AAAAAAAAGEE/emTM1CJzGi0/s1600-h/card.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187466192383354898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_2VBIFbqBI/AAAAAAAAGEE/emTM1CJzGi0/s320/card.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shuboday…………&lt;br /&gt;Hum abhi abhi office ko pahunche aur ye sunkar ki aapka mobile ki mrityu ho gayi.. hamko bahut bahut kushi hui…krupaya abhi ek aur ACHCHA mobile kharid le aur usko ACHCHE sa maintain kare..&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well Sweety.. I knew you’d be happy .. u were always Jealous of my phone ..But on a serious note I would definitely want to buy another one if you’ll lend some money ..Kab chale naya phone lane?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddhu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(now.. this reply had to be a lil HATKE coz suddhu was the other creative mind in my team back at Blore)&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmm ( tat was OM )&lt;br /&gt;hame atayant dukh hua aapke cell phone ki dhukhad wyatha(condition) sunke .....us cell phone ki jagah(place) to koi nahi le sakta .. par jane wale ko kon rok sakta hai .. ye nashwar yoni(mortal ) hai jisme is dunia me aana .. aur isse jana laga raheta hai .. cristi (nature) ka ye hi niyam hai ...... aapke in dukh ke samay hum aapke saath hai ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bhagawan aapke cell ki aatma ko shati pradan kare.. aur use moksya ki prapti ho ...&lt;br /&gt;waise ye dukhad ghatna kaise hui jara wistar se varnan kijia ..&lt;br /&gt;hum aake nae cell ke lambi umar ki aur ugwal bawish ki kamna karte hai ....&lt;br /&gt;tathanstu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divi :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh ho! Bahut dukh hua. Ye achanak kaise ho gaya? Aap apna khayal rakhna. Asha karti hoon ki aap sadme se bahar nikal gayi ho .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr MohanPyaare :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Hame bahut gam hua apke Chalti Phirti Doorvaani yatntra ki mrityu ke bare mein jankar...bhagwan aapko is bure vakt se jhujne ki himat de.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hemanth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;aapke cell phone ki mrityu ki khabar sunke hamein behat dukh hua... shaayad aapko andaaza hain ki hamari unse kitna gehra rishtha tha. hum alpapindum mein jaa rahein hain, aisa lagta hain...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;----------- Now , apart from these heart-warming messages I feel its important to tell you how my parents took this news .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made mom read the post and her immediate reaction was (mind you, she dint even complete reading the post.. she was still in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY YOU”VE NEVER TOLD ME ABT ?? WHAT S THIS? ( more than the words her expressions would have made you laugh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also , another well – wisher YEDA was sweet enough to mail me his condolence .It went as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“a bee yedii... teri thoo... kya bee story banaa kee rakhi ree voo.. Cell Phone see pyar, kaise bee logg hein ree baava.. yee Cell love kya hotha ree bhaii.. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;india aanedhe mujhe, tere bee accident karvaadoonga mein.. yedi yedi,, yedi kahinkii...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(What a lovely well wisher na – kya kahoon hum dono ki dosti hai hi itni pyaari )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baki logon ne sahaubhuti jatate hue – apne cell phone numbers hume bheje .In sabhi messages ke liye aap sabko humari taraf se dhanyavaad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch --- n this time I’ll make sure my love s with me through out my life :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-9049988014518710442?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9049988014518710442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=9049988014518710442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/9049988014518710442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/9049988014518710442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/rest-in-piece-oops-tat-was-peace-part-2.html' title='Rest In Piece (oops tat was PEACE ) [Part 2]'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_2VBIFbqBI/AAAAAAAAGEE/emTM1CJzGi0/s72-c/card.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5567402917551036265</id><published>2008-04-08T18:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:25:49.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obituary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love.'/><title type='text'>Rest In Peace(my love) - An Obituary .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_to-coCwAI/AAAAAAAAF_U/ogsLqrFTBGY/s1600-h/tombstone-clipart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186854817892581378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_to-coCwAI/AAAAAAAAF_U/ogsLqrFTBGY/s320/tombstone-clipart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother introduced us to each other during my final year of Engg ; I still remember the day . He had told me about his arrival long ago but his coming to Hyd had been postponed for some reason I cannot recall now …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day arrived and I was informed that he would be coming home. At last, I was going to meet about whom I had heard so much, and had longed to be with. I came home early that day from college (well.. it was obvious that I was restless the whole day at college ). So, I reach home and there he was sitting with my bro. I was so happy on seeing him that I stole him away from my brother and ran-off with the intention of spending time with just him and nobody disturbing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately hit it off… a sort of special bonding formed between us…when he was with me I never felt the need to look around and this helped me to concentrate on the little studies that I managed to do… Well .. he was a lil dark , but I guess that’s what made him more attractive to me .. I still remember Gagan ,IC and other friends feel jealous coz I would try spending all my time with him ..Be it short break, or the lunch – every free time I got from the classes were dedicated to him and only him …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after reaching home , I would dedicate most of my free hours to him – so much that mom n dad would get really angry with me for spending so much time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why shouldn't he deserve all the attention he got?? He did so much for me .. he would listen to me when I wanted to talk for hours .. Sing my fav songs to me, leave me love notes, sometimes he even took snaps for me …no matter how I behaved – how many ever tantrums I did , he would always support me in everything. He showered with so much love and affection that I can never thank him enough for it …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would say I can get a better one – they gave me 101 advices to keep me away from him but nothing could separate us. Our love for each other was so true that I never really cared for any one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this 2 and half years that I have known him, my love for him increased with every moment I spent with him.I cannot think of any moment where I was angry with him and dint want to see him …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall another incident in B’lore where Rohit had taken him away for a nite-out.That was one of the worst nites of my life , I couldn't sleep all nite and kept thinking about him all nite and trust me the next day happened to be the worst day in Rohit’s life . Even today I cannot spare Rohit was keeping me away from my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was our love for each other …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today … he’s met with an accident. And as I write this, I have tears in my eyes. Every attempt to revive him has been in vain. Any number of attempts to bring him back in to my life has become unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to bid him goodbye.. Its time I should let go off him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s saying I’ll find another one – a better one perhaps, but deep down in my heart I know I am never going to find anyone else who is so caring, loving, affectionate …I know I cannot love anyone else as much as I love him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your soul rests in peace and remember that there is this girl who always loved you no matter what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you .. I always love you my dear &lt;strong&gt;CELL PHONE&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : A request to all my friends , pls mail me / msg me your contact numbers as I have lost all the numbers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5567402917551036265?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5567402917551036265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5567402917551036265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5567402917551036265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5567402917551036265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/rest-in-peace-obituary.html' title='Rest In Peace(my love) - An Obituary .'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_to-coCwAI/AAAAAAAAF_U/ogsLqrFTBGY/s72-c/tombstone-clipart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5611659413211725079</id><published>2008-04-02T09:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:47:29.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYMPRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all fools day'/><title type='text'>Are you a "SYMPRA" ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_MUN8oCv0I/AAAAAAAAF7E/tX83qEPkUdM/s1600-h/pukingfool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184509825878507330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_MUN8oCv0I/AAAAAAAAF7E/tX83qEPkUdM/s320/pukingfool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just another ordinary day at college,where you'd find IC (or Stuart Little) and me standing in the corridor and checking out our DUMB coll guys (well.. there was nothing like checking out the guys coz they were really DUMB ... but I just felt like writing ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. so we were kinda getting bored and then suddenly I had this wicked grin on my face,IC knew there was something going on in my mind.The next few mins were spent in planning the conspiracy but the problem we were facing was - who would be the "BAKRA" ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All decided, we walked into the classroom and Aha ... there she is , our very own sweet and adorable Vids ( who by the way was busy copying an already copied assignment ). So, with the most innocent expressions on our faces we sat on either side of her and the following conversation took place -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; Vids .. busy ?? We need to tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (without lifting her her.. still copying ) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah .. keep talking ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vids , we heard these CSE guys .. well.. we don't really know them .. but we heard them say u know ... Megs .. tu continue yaar.. I really cant tell her ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; Er... Me ??? No .. Tu bol.. Its not really good ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ Finally , this distracts Vids from the assignment and she looks up]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Girls , what is it that you are trying to say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; We heard these guys say something they shouldn't have said . Its not good , you see . I wonder what made them say so . I am sorry dear .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah .. N I wish I knew those guys .. couldn't even see their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( with a disappointed look on her face ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[By now.. Vids seems a lil worried and confused ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; Would just come to the point and tell me straight away what those guys said ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; ( With the most innocent expression ) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they called you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; A what ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah .. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; [who was all the more confused now.. ] &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whats a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Er... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?? You don't know what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah .. Tats not even a word .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC :&lt;/span&gt; ( with a sorry face ) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No yaar ... It is .. Now how do we tell you what it means.. I cant.. I really cant . All we can tell you is its really bad ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm.. IC's right .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[This discussion went on for another 2 mins , until she turned to YEDA and asked him ..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oye , what does a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well .. he too had no clue what sympra really meant .. And soon, the "SYMPRA" issue spread faster than fire and by evening the whole class was trying to find out what it meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day , (with help from Google as well as Oxford dictionary )since everybody had conceded defeat in tracing out the meaning of the word (which we were so confidant about ) , our hard work ( yes.. I call it hard work , coz it was really difficult to control ourselves) was rewarded as YEDA presented us with TEMPTATIONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YEDA :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah . So whats &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYMPRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIDS :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haan re.. I am really worried now.. I've tried tracking down the guys too &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( which by the way we had provided her with false descriptions )&lt;/span&gt; but was unable to ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it girls ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IC and ME :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well.. Its actually NOTHING .. and like you said .. its not even a word until now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was just another word ( which of course is the innovation of MEGs ) we wanted to fool you with .. but dint know we'd end up fooling majority of the class ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me .. we really had to do odd things for the rest of the day to save ourselves from their wrath ... But I would never forget this incident - It was our way of celebrating "All Fools Day" ( April 1st ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was then .. and now after 5 years since then another April 1st went by ,but this time it was just another ordinary day at work .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss college days . I miss the pranks we played in college . I miss my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N e ways .. here s wishing all the "SYMPRA"s --- "Happy April Fools Day" !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note : For who don't know.. I have this weird habit of innovating new words which of course have no meaning in particular - but would eventually be used by all as a regular expression :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also , my vocabulary of such words is really huge !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1589269121072237061-5611659413211725079?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5611659413211725079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5611659413211725079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5611659413211725079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5611659413211725079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-sympra.html' title='Are you a &quot;SYMPRA&quot; ?'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R_MUN8oCv0I/AAAAAAAAF7E/tX83qEPkUdM/s72-c/pukingfool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-7089927502577754392</id><published>2008-03-26T12:07:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:44:43.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamond'/><title type='text'>ROCK  IS FOREVER !!</title><content type='html'>Hello.. If you're wondering that the post is about WWF -ROCK .. nope ..you 've got me wrong !!&lt;br /&gt;Read it again ...... its not ROCK MUSIC either .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more chance ---- "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ROCK (Diamond) IS FOREVER !!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haan... Now you are right !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is known for anniversaries (mom n dad ki anniversary ,bhaiya n bhabi(mere dost ke), friends etc.. etc) – and anniversaries means GIFTS !! And then comes the difficult decision abt what to buy your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , here’s this post giving u the &lt;strong&gt;BEST TIP&lt;/strong&gt; on how to please the “&lt;strong&gt;woman of your dreams&lt;/strong&gt;” !!&lt;br /&gt;[NOTE : Dad, Mom ne specially aapko dikhane ke liye kaha tha …]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R-n2dsoCvzI/AAAAAAAAF58/Ejz1Gsj2AwA/s1600-h/Gift+A+Diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181943836322217778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R-n2dsoCvzI/AAAAAAAAF58/Ejz1Gsj2AwA/s320/Gift+A+Diamond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [For&lt;/span&gt; those who cannot read the caption : Say it with the right rock !! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more ?? Get her the ROCK !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/strong&gt;: (You mean you read all the way down here? You have stamina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is mainly for my “girl-friends” out there , pls do show it to your boyfriend and take advantage. After all tumhara hakh banta hai yaar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my “guys – as – friends “ take this add seriously and apni Girl Friend ko khush karo – Mark my words , you’d be in her good books for the rest of your life .. ( tat’s only if you are still alive after buying her one ‘rock') &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not to forget all those who still have to say it to their beloved - say it using the right rock !! (I wonder when I'd be getting mine..sigh!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heera hai sada ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ----- So here’s to celebrating your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everlasting Love&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS : Any more advice , call me !! TRING TRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-7089927502577754392?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7089927502577754392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=7089927502577754392' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7089927502577754392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7089927502577754392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/stonediamond-is-forever.html' title='ROCK  IS FOREVER !!'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R-n2dsoCvzI/AAAAAAAAF58/Ejz1Gsj2AwA/s72-c/Gift+A+Diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-6489546607385742513</id><published>2008-03-14T12:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:01:31.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay......</title><content type='html'>I guess for a few posts from now I’ll be posting some un-original work on my blog. Since we software engineers are best (apart from some work tat we do) at sending what our project managers would call as junk mails.. Sometimes we happen to send a few ones too, which make a lot of sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular post is also one such mail tat I got from ADI and all the while I was reading the mail many incidents were flashing across my mind … By the end of the mail I knew that this is one such mail that has to be preserved and what better place than my Diary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes .. B4 I cut-paste the mail here …Adi dear - thanx for the mail ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People call me "Tree". I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately &amp;amp; I didn't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years. She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled &amp;amp; said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something &amp;amp; watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her &amp;amp; ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing &amp;amp; joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles &amp;amp; best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled &amp;amp; I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "&lt;strong&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People call me Leaf. During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I liked him &amp;amp; I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors &amp;amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp;amp; acceptedthe note.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; passedme a note and left. It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away." "It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp;amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp;amp; press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf’sdeparture is because of Wind’spursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral :&lt;/strong&gt;In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself. There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? This is because THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives. A great love? It's when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's when they ignore you and still you long for them. It's when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, "I'm happy for you." If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall.Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on. It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-6489546607385742513?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6489546607385742513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=6489546607385742513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6489546607385742513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/6489546607385742513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/leafs-departure-is-because-of-winds.html' title='Leaf&apos;s departure is because of Wind&apos;s pursuit. Or because Tree didn&apos;t ask her to stay......'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-1003079685904114680</id><published>2008-03-12T16:32:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:09:11.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Give value to people who value you</title><content type='html'>Before I start writing anything in this post ,I'd like to thank my friend Dracula ,my friend from Trianz for having sent me this mail I am going to post here....The reason for me having to post this article here , without any original cotribution from me is that the article speaks for itself and I dont think I 'd have to add any thing more.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does speak of a very old philosophy in life "Give value to people who value you.. " but more importantly what Iwanted to highlight was let them know you care for them - you value them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e7LhmwVII/AAAAAAAAFq8/nSbRv7100FE/s1600-h/Peanuts.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176812103359550594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e7LhmwVII/AAAAAAAAFq8/nSbRv7100FE/s320/Peanuts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read along, and you'll get the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                 How did you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176816140628808850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e-2hmwVJI/AAAAAAAAFrE/C7cRj4QFbQ0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. They are not second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176816235118089378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e-8BmwVKI/AAAAAAAAFrM/pnbSHY61bv4/s320/3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                              Easier? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176817021097104562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e_pxmwVLI/AAAAAAAAFrU/qa1rpsWpfvw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lesson:&lt;/strong&gt; The people who make a difference in your life are NOT the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1589269121072237061-1003079685904114680?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1003079685904114680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=1003079685904114680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/1003079685904114680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/1003079685904114680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-value-to-people-who-value-you.html' title='Give value to people who value you'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R9e7LhmwVII/AAAAAAAAFq8/nSbRv7100FE/s72-c/Peanuts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5723398577134163187</id><published>2008-03-05T15:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:17:55.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saying no'/><title type='text'>Learn to say 'NO'</title><content type='html'>After a long gap, I am back again with yet another post. too many things have happened in the last one month of which I wouldnt want to mention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad, I am back to blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not really sure as to why I picked up this topic to voice out my opinion about it, but somehow deep down I felt I should be writing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R890yEQfJwI/AAAAAAAAFpw/S1HWipPGOxY/s1600-h/sayno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174482900357162754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R890yEQfJwI/AAAAAAAAFpw/S1HWipPGOxY/s320/sayno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R85sP0QfJvI/AAAAAAAAFpo/zUPZr4j9428/s1600-h/sayno.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. What’s the big deal about saying NO? It’s after all a two letter word.. How hard can it be to say NO to someone? Well.. the fact is the smaller the word is, the more difficult it is to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it your relatives, friends or peers at office – they might ask you to do something that you might not want to do. Yet saying NO might be harder than simply saying, “I’ll be glad to do it.. “ So what is that makes it so difficult for us to say this two-lettered word? The answer’s pretty simple, because we want people to admire us and like us and accept us and also that we would not like to hurt the feelings of the opposite person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say so because, in today’s world many of us grow up to be people pleasers and want the acceptability in a group. And in some cases, we might not just end up doing things we don’t like but we might try to say the right things, wear certain clothes and even pretend to know things to impress others. The word ‘No’ seems to have vanished from our vocabulary and we look for various agreeable ways to make people happy. Sometimes saying ‘NO’ to a person in authority is just not accepted for example your boss at office or an elderly at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this reverts back to the fact that – in all this efforts of pleasing people, where is your self-esteem? Your respect for oneself as well as respect for the other person in the interaction?&lt;br /&gt;If a ‘yes’ can land you into major problems to the detriment of loosing your loved ones’ trust, it’s better to shake hands with ‘no’ and lead a relaxed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I feel saying ‘No’ in itself is an art - It is a very difficult task to say ‘no’ when ‘everybody is doing’ a particular thing. But once you have decided that you want to say ‘no’ to peer pressure, you need practice to develop the skill of taking a stand without being branded as stubborn, egoist or aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about being a person with an 'attitude' who always causes conflict – but its about you behaving ASSERTIVELY when you express your thoughts, feelings, and beliefs in direct, honest ways that do not violate another person's integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is strong, knows what their limitations are, will evaluate what is asked of them and know if they should say YES or NO. For the others the best way would be to be a lil assertive – if you really despise doing what has been asked of you then be polite but direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere and agree with it:” What many people don’t realize is that a powerful way of saying no acceptably is to show that you understand the other person’s needs or preferences. This shows that you are thinking not just about yourself, but also about them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a project to say, "No," to something every day. Timely no’s will not only gain you respect, but also stand you apart from the crowd and will make ur life less stressful and much simpler.&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/1589269121072237061-5723398577134163187?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5723398577134163187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5723398577134163187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5723398577134163187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5723398577134163187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/learn-to-say-no.html' title='Learn to say &apos;NO&apos;'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R890yEQfJwI/AAAAAAAAFpw/S1HWipPGOxY/s72-c/sayno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-5772929949180106364</id><published>2008-01-17T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:46:12.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saanthwana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utsav'/><title type='text'>Saantwana : Utsav - 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R47x9yGnVFI/AAAAAAAAFYc/bccls57DPS4/s1600-h/utsav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156324667109626962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R47x9yGnVFI/AAAAAAAAFYc/bccls57DPS4/s320/utsav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the new year started with lot of chaos all around the world – we had the assassination of Benazir Bhutto to the Aussie – India incident to elections in Gujarat … all I would like to do is forget about all this and think of yet another episode of Saanthwana and the joy it brought to me, the entire Team Saanthwana and most important the kids from Spoorthi Foundations and Bala Nikethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I am talking about the event Utsav-08, that had been recently organized by Team Saanthwana to mark an year anniversary of “Homeless..Unwanted” ‘s inception. We named the event as "Utsav" which means "a special occasion" and true to its name it sure was a special occasion for every one who attended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started with the breakfast for the kids and the program by lightening of the lamp by two amazing kids from each of the Foundations. We had organized a drawing competition for them where they were given an hour’s time to give colors to their dreams and bring them on paper - and the outcome was unbelievable. From beautiful sceneries of mountains n rivers to cartoons of elephants and horses to the Indian flag … everything was captured in the one hrs time. The best drawing was that of the magnificent REDFORT done by Parshuram and was awarded the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The later part of the day involved activities like Lemon-Spoon race, Jalebi race, caroms, chess and magic show with each event being enthusiastically participated by them. The highlights of the event was the Singing and Dancing competition and trust me being the judge for the competition I was in a most difficult position. Every performance was better than the previous one and the performers were having a blast swinging to the foot-tapping music. There were times when I felt like throwing away the marks sheet and just join the kids on the dance floor and dance with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls outsmarted the boys here by winning the best group performance, but then again we had some amazing talent from the boy’s side as well where they won the other major categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some stand-up comedy by Nitesh who was judged as the Overall winner of the day and two very beautiful girls Maheshwari and Ratnam being crowned as the princess’s for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on each of their faces said it all… it was not that the event took place without n e problem that speaks for its success but that 100 watt smile on each of their faces. The prizewinners were awarded accordingly for their excellence in the respective fields but then every kid was presented with a school bag as a token of love from Team Saanthwana.The kind of response and enthusiasm that we received not only from the volunteers but also from visiting parents and other well –wishers was heart-warming. I wish to thank each of them from Team Saanthwana ‘s behalf for extending their support to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit Saanthwana @ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saanthwana.org/"&gt;http://www.saanthwana.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or mail us @ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:saanthwana@yahoogroups.com"&gt;saanthwana@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For photographs of the event you can visit : &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/megha.kakkeri/Utsav08"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/megha.kakkeri/Utsav08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-5772929949180106364?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5772929949180106364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=5772929949180106364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5772929949180106364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/5772929949180106364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/saantwana-utsav-08.html' title='Saantwana : Utsav - 08'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R47x9yGnVFI/AAAAAAAAFYc/bccls57DPS4/s72-c/utsav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-8802664607106143344</id><published>2008-01-04T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:16:44.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R3259SGnR2I/AAAAAAAAE30/mnwcxDX5ZrA/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478011264452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R3259SGnR2I/AAAAAAAAE30/mnwcxDX5ZrA/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evening to remember, an evening to recollect&lt;br /&gt;An evening that seemed just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the time would remain still –&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see you more – to my hearts fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons, the candles&lt;br /&gt;And a table set for two,&lt;br /&gt;Romance filled the air around us&lt;br /&gt;And sweetheart, it was meant just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes filled with love,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at me through the candle’s flame&lt;br /&gt;Made me blush scarlet pink,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve captured that moment in a picture frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, we sat for hours&lt;br /&gt;Without speaking a word,&lt;br /&gt;And yet this was the best talk I ever had,&lt;br /&gt;Where unspoken words too were heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But it felt you were looking into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;We made promises to each other&lt;br /&gt;And without you – my world would fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought&lt;br /&gt;The evening was done&lt;br /&gt;My special plans for you&lt;br /&gt;Had just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sky with stars shining bright&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was the moment - it had to be tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing my feelings and my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I knelt before you and proposed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat,&lt;br /&gt;I remember melting in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something magical about that night,&lt;br /&gt;There s nowhere else I’d want to be.&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to be with each other,&lt;br /&gt;And even the Gods would have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Megha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-8802664607106143344?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8802664607106143344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=8802664607106143344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8802664607106143344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/8802664607106143344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfect-evening.html' title='The Perfect Evening'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R3259SGnR2I/AAAAAAAAE30/mnwcxDX5ZrA/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-4771863722714121302</id><published>2007-12-28T09:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:08:03.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The unconditional love..!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello JUNTA once again.. I m back once again..But this time not to post my stuff but my friend "India Calling" ' s work. Yeah.. you read it rite..this still remains my blog but for a change i am posting her work coz of some very simple reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1 . She s my close frnd.&lt;br /&gt;      2. She seldom writes , so this a way i'd be encouraging the good work she sometime does.&lt;br /&gt;      3. Coz the post is all about TRIXY !!! (her dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So swthrt .. I am doin this favour not for you .. But for the unconditional love I have for TRIXY.. (note: I am mad at you for not having mentioned me explicitly in your article.. coz I was one person who was involved in "TRIXY BACHAO" andolan at ur home .Never mind , is baar tujhe maaf kar diya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India Calling , as I call her ( there s a long story behind tat name) is not a kind of a girl who would cuddle up with animals and have fun.. leave alone own one and take care of a pet.She'd run away from all the possible fun loving creatures.I never imagined tat of all people this girl would end up with TRIXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cool morning , she calls me up to say "hey megs , mere ghar pe theres something which will make you go mad... you will love it..!! Amazing surprise in store for you." And I casually replied "Kyon.. tere ghar pe doggie toh aa nahin sakta that can surprise me...  " n she stopped me n said "YES !!!!! " Thats what we are getting home today !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i in my senses ? Did India Calling make n e sense ?? Did she say "DOG" ? .. Well to confirm tat I was in her house in 2mins(trust me .. 2mins...not one sec more ) n there i saw the "cutie pie" ... cuddled up neatly in  a blanket .. eyes still closed .... oooooooooooooooooooo.. i loved that time.. that was an amazing moment ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the next few days .. her home had become my abode ... Would spend loads of time with TRIXY.. but eventually... he became such an important part of IC's life that I cant tell you.. I would hear IC's blabbering non-stop abt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that TRIXY bought such a significant change in your life . It did make you realize what "unconditional love" truly means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. here s what IC has to say about TRIXY ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TRIXY ki kahani ..IC ki zubani ...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is all about TRIXY. My sweet, cute, little darling. It was my pet. Brought it home on 6th of December 2005. One morning, dad called up and said that a puppy is on its way to our house.. I was shocked to listen that. Though excited to see him was a bit scared. The moment I saw it, was scared to touch it. How much ever my parents and friends forced to take into my hands, I used to refuse them every time. Forced my dad to give him back and I did not want it home. I was so inhuman to push it away when my dad placed the little one on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed on, a week later; I started admiring it to the most. The small creature, which I refused to touch, is my dearest friend now. I used to take it into my hands, loved to feed him, make him sleep on my lap and what not. My day used to start with playing with him, end with waking him up just to say goodnight. Having seen it growing from a small pup to a cute little dog, which plays around coming in between our legs to a dog, which used to love us to the maximum extent, I learnt a perfect way to care for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence it has in its eyes, the love it gives and the care it showers has no bounds..!! No matter you feed him or not, play with him or not it comes to us wagging its tail just to show that it loves you. It changed our life completely. The situation when the total family was down with some or the other problems, it made us forget everything by its cute mischievous things. It never used to leave a single person in the total family including my grandpa to my relatives as though it has a strong bonding with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart fills with happiness when I think about the situation when it came running towards us, seeing my dad shouting on me. However, the matter was not serious, just hearing his voice loud, it came running to revolt back on him by raising his voice above and over his. We all were astonished to see him, sat down with lot of happiness and some unexpressed feelings in us. Have learnt what “love” is and how to love a person to the maximum extent from him.&lt;br /&gt;We human, being so egoistic always want the other person to come to us often when we are into a quarrel. On the other side, a dog, which many people see it with disrespect, comes to us, sits at our feet just to feel our warmth, no matter how much ever we scold it or even harm it physically. By my heart, can say I never feel ashamed to bend my head to respect the love it has for its people. May be that is the reason god has created us in such a way that we have to bend our head to see them whereas they always see us with their head always up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very privileged was I to live with it for a year, though was not lucky enough to be with him all its life long. Have to leave it one day, another day in my life that I cannot forget. The tears I shed, the pain I felt, could not do justice to what it was for me. Have I lost something very precious in my life or was I very lucky enough to spend alteast a year with him still remains a question in my heart. “THE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE” it has given me in my life can never be forgotten.  A permanent and a safe place it has got in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;TRIXY,  I love you..!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO TRIXY !!! I MISS YOU U TOO !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ IC ... this is only for Trixy .. madam aap apna blog khud shuru karo .... N yes.. I would like to send me some our amazing snaps with TRIXY so that I can post it here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-4771863722714121302?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4771863722714121302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=4771863722714121302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4771863722714121302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4771863722714121302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/unconditional-love.html' title='The unconditional love..!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-7797502611556918793</id><published>2007-12-17T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:55:20.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social cause.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saanthwana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphanages'/><title type='text'>Saanthwana: My first visit to an Orphanage.</title><content type='html'>Few captured moments at Bal Nikethan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOSGnRqI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/7Q575BmGtuw/s1600-h/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885631602083490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOSGnRqI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/7Q575BmGtuw/s320/DSC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOSGnRrI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/4JUIXt1Hegg/s1600-h/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885631602083506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOSGnRrI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/4JUIXt1Hegg/s320/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOiGnRsI/AAAAAAAAE0g/09PXfG25AxQ/s1600-h/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885635897050818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOiGnRsI/AAAAAAAAE0g/09PXfG25AxQ/s320/DSC00157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOiGnRtI/AAAAAAAAE0o/rWyQAT6ix_8/s1600-h/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885635897050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOiGnRtI/AAAAAAAAE0o/rWyQAT6ix_8/s320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOyGnRuI/AAAAAAAAE0w/vUIiXZacaws/s1600-h/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885640192018146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOyGnRuI/AAAAAAAAE0w/vUIiXZacaws/s320/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last one year, I had been in touch with my friends here at Hyd and was amazed to know from them about their initiative towards homeless and unwanted kids and elderly.&lt;br /&gt;I m proud to say that I had been associated with a group of people who were keen about doing something for the country. Only thing tat was troubling me was that I couldn't do anything productive to help them in their cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am back home, I knew my chance of doing my bit for my country (even though very small proportion) was here. I then attended the first meeting of SAANTHWANA on the 2nd of December 2007 at OU college steps and from here my journey towards becoming a true individual began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the group had many known faces it was not difficult for me to gel with them, but at the same time I was introduced to many more individuals who were equally interested on making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first official visit to an orphanage was on the 15th of December, 2007 to Bala Nikethan at Uppal . After a tiring journey from Hitech city (frm my office) to Uppal , I reached the Orphanage and those smiling faces made me feel so happy that the journey dint matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;The love and reciprocation I received from them was amazing. Even though it was my first visit to the orphanage, I felt I had been visiting for sometime now and enjoyed every moment I spent with them. The way the kids mingled with me and played games, clicked photographs is way beyond what I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were happier than one could possibly imagine. It was chaos of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this was just one of those moments that I cannot describe. It was one of those moments that reminds you of the power of the human spirit, and the hope that these children must live with everyday. I think that if they didn't have hope for a better future then it would be hard to survive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are so lost in the fancy world during which we hardly seem to notice other things. We all have luxuries yet we always carve for more. When we see these children in orphanages we notice how lucky we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of me writing this blog is plain and simple - be a part of this noble cause and do your bit for your society and country on the whole and experience the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1589269121072237061-7797502611556918793?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7797502611556918793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=7797502611556918793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7797502611556918793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7797502611556918793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/saanthwana-my-first-visit-to-orphanage.html' title='Saanthwana: My first visit to an Orphanage.'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2ZOOSGnRqI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/7Q575BmGtuw/s72-c/DSC00153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-7770906160856902552</id><published>2007-12-17T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:56:46.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social cause.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saanthwana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphanages'/><title type='text'>Saanthwana: Emotionally Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2Y87SGnRXI/AAAAAAAAEww/SHNXWn_upvk/s1600-h/saanthwana[1].BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144866613486896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2Y87SGnRXI/AAAAAAAAEww/SHNXWn_upvk/s320/saanthwana%5B1%5D.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saanthwana&lt;/strong&gt; – I m proud to be associated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saanthwana&lt;/strong&gt; is a group of like-minded individuals who share a passion to serve the society selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About the Group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sanskrit, the word ‘Saanthwana’ means consolation, which is the fundamental idea behind the formation of this organization. We believe that the needs of the homeless extend beyond monetary support. Rather than providing them with financial support and dusting our hands off them, we intend to give them love, affection and a feel that there is someone who cares about their happiness and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people who want to contribute to the society, but do not know how to go about it. The group intends to provide them with a platform, which enables them to visit orphanages and old-age homes and spend time with the people there and give them moments to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their roots:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started off with a community on Orkut called the ‘Homeless...unwanted’ and succeeded in creating a network of around 100 people in Hyderabad. A day per month is dedicated towards visiting an orphanage/old age home and the network is notified with details of the visit and every person with free time visits the orphanage/old age home that day spending around 3-4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the group is not very keen on funds and donations, any money that is collected before the visit is spent in buying things that are requested by the particular orphanage/old age home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been receiving funds not only from people in Hyderabad but also people in Bangalore and USA who are not able to visit in person, but want to contribute to the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;USP&lt;/strong&gt;, of the group is to concentrate on building an emotional bond with the children and making them feel wanted. They strongly feel that they are no different from any other child and we set out to make the children think the same way. It is for this reason that they conduct visits to orphanages to spend some time, giving the children happy memories and ourselves an immense amount of elation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Saanthwana can be found on &lt;strong&gt;Orkut&lt;/strong&gt;, community name is &lt;strong&gt;Homeless..Unwanted&lt;/strong&gt;(to be upgraded soon to Saanthwana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;url &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.thesafesurf.com/index.php?q=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5vcmt1dC5jb20vQ29tbXVuaXR5LmFzcHg%2FY21tPTI1NTY3Nzkw"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=25567790&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Groups&lt;/strong&gt;: Saanthwana - Emotionally Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;url&lt;/strong&gt; : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/saanthwana/&lt;br /&gt;You can mail us @ : &lt;strong&gt;saanthwana@yahoogroups.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could also contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagirath: 9391391818&lt;br /&gt;Sampath: 9885523450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join this group and be a part of a noble cause.Its our country and its our responsibility to make it a better place .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-7770906160856902552?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7770906160856902552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=7770906160856902552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7770906160856902552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7770906160856902552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/saanthwana-emotionally-yours.html' title='Saanthwana: Emotionally Yours'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R2Y87SGnRXI/AAAAAAAAEww/SHNXWn_upvk/s72-c/saanthwana%5B1%5D.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-7419543922423978719</id><published>2007-12-06T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:15:58.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts Forever ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R1fEHn5AShI/AAAAAAAAEG0/iDnaHSSqCqU/s1600-h/56334_29086_f1301bbf9a_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140793134912915986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R1fEHn5AShI/AAAAAAAAEG0/iDnaHSSqCqU/s320/56334_29086_f1301bbf9a_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not writing this post based on the Sidney Sheldon novel that s one of my favs - Nothing Lasts Forever ... But something that happened recently made me think about this title and the deep meaning it had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at Walden - the book store , waiting for my brother to come from his office and pick me when I saw this book on the shelf. This was in fact the first Sidney Sheldon book I ever read and loved , but this time it was something else that drew me towards it.The title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Nothing Lasts Forever "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few thing have happened over the last few days , about which I cannot mention here and every time I tried to avoid thinking about it ,it kept coming rite back to me - Nothing Lasts forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nature of things is that if they don't get lost, they get stolen, and if they don't get stolen, they get broken, and if they don't get broken, they fade or fall apart. This includes teacups, cars, sweaters, computers, earrings, and just about everything you can touch or experience or have--even relationships. Believe it or not, it helps to know that although "it" is in one piece now, its eventual, inevitable state is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, I almost forgot: As hard as it is to realize that your favorite earring/car won't last forever, it's even harder to realize that the people you love won't last forever--and neither will you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things most cherished and nurtured, eventually and inevitably become nothing... Relationship don't always start as we might expect, nor end as we might wish .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A true life incident just brought back this harsh reality in front of me. As an ode to the relationship - the love that was there , I write the following lines for both of them . I am really sorry , but I wish I could do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve thought it over and I know what I want,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what others say, or how much ever they taunt.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, few things have been in my mind&lt;br /&gt;No others means to express I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you were just another friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when I got to know you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I let my heart unbend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time I thought that you were just for me,&lt;br /&gt;I saw no flaw in my choice, but I guess I clearly dint see.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this relationship would come to such an end,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually I’d get back to calling you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not holding you in my arms is tearing me apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being away is something I never imagined from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never thought we'd fall in love, so mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never realized life without you would be so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be over; we're still not through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's so much we haven't shared - so much we promised to do.&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t stop myself from thinking that I’ll never be able to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;But again, this is my choice and I am not going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what we are going through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How much you love me and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If they only knew how you made me feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with all the problems you helped me deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How you taught me I was much more than I had ever thought -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the Joy, Happiness, and Love to me you brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thoughts we shared, a life we lived, and a love we had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then it strikes back big time that &lt;strong&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's killing me that now that day has come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If it's for the best then where is this pain from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know deep inside that this is what I had to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to appear strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still love you with all my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that's not going to change even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think you need me as a friend to help you through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because there are things I can't control that are hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but for now please don't stop loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day I will return to you all you have given me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In some shape or form; soon you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day we will be able to be together every day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we won't have to worry what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the time comes, promise me you'll take my hand and be with me forever,&lt;br /&gt;But again, I am sorry for now.. I have to say that &lt;strong&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1589269121072237061-7419543922423978719?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7419543922423978719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=7419543922423978719' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7419543922423978719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/7419543922423978719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing Lasts Forever ...'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Je93RDoka3E/R1fEHn5AShI/AAAAAAAAEG0/iDnaHSSqCqU/s72-c/56334_29086_f1301bbf9a_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-3836524480126548682</id><published>2007-11-28T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:14:50.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all about me...</title><content type='html'>Well.. I had been thinking for quite sometime now as in what else should be written in the blog….N I saw many of them telling abt themselves ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess I should try doing it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people would say, describing oneself is a lil complicated .. Seriously.. I mean it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is complicated   as I’m not always entirely sure who I am from one moment to the next. I am very moody.. In fact, all I'm certain of is that I'm not quite the same person as I was when I was in Hyd b4 leaving for Blore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one year outside home has made me realise so many things abt life and also that I got a chance to more abt myself…more abt tat in comin posts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N e ways.. Coming back to what I feel abt myself. …Ummmm … I am a DREAMER.. Always drifting off and my imagination takes control. I can be both calm and peaceful but I’d like to feel free to explore my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ice creams n cholates .. well who doesn’t for tat matter.. but wat surprises most of my friends is that I hate FLOWERS .. I m not sure why .. but I cant stand them… weird rite… ?? but I guess that how I am …&lt;br /&gt;I genuinely like to speak in front of others. Big crowds, small – doesn’t matter – I’ve gotten to the point that I enjoy it – I specially love thinking on my feet and having to do impromptu talks/speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of freedom – I feel its very imp that a person has all the right to do what he wishes for.N youd fine me opposing you if u’d stop me from doing ne thing tat I believe in and I m not let to do it.could be bossy abt it … but again there are times when u have to aggressive .&lt;br /&gt;Life is for living – live it man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for art – any form – I love it. My fav pastimes include Singing, dancing, poetry, reading and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music -&gt; it’s the soundtrack to my world. Gives me focus and concentration many a times n I find it really hard to switch off . I ‘ve been thinking offlate I shuls take up some kinda singng lessons.. wats say should I try ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance,-&gt; tats my passion. Be it classical or bollywood or salsa… I cannot live without it. Since I m a trained dancer, I’d love to get back to dancing any time. Over the past few years I’ve been away from it. But I guess now that I am back let’s see if I can do justice to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is whole world to me and I love spending time penning my thoughts …It’s a medium I think is best to express one feelings.. I guess this is where I let my imagination take control over me…  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading.. if I am not doin ne thing , I’d like to spend time reading some kinda book. I prefer reading fiction stuff. It started frm school days and I still remember hiding the novels behind my schoolbooks n reading them.&lt;br /&gt;Musy say ,mom n dad had a difficult time controlling this habit I had developed. Its difficult to keep a book aside once I start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have varied interest here. I love reading Harry Potter series – they are my fav , but again Dan Brown, Sidney Sheldon, Robin Cook.. I love each n every one of them n their works…Preferably mystery is my area of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now .. its time for cooking  -&gt; well since I love eating , I guess I shuld learn to cook too .. So I m trying to master this domain .. learign a lot from mom these days…She s happy coz it takes a lil load off her , and also she feels ladki shaadi ke liye ready ho rahi hai .. but my intetions are not the same … hehehe…I cook for myself.. coz I get pleasure by doin it.. by experimenting on things tht make ur mouth water….yummmyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enough of my interests…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is…..my love for animals.. esp Dogs .. how can I forget telling u abt it.. My friends Gagan thinks I can go about kissing even a stray dog… well he s rite actually.. don’t they deserve love.?. they do rrite.. n I don’t mind showering them with all the love .. J&lt;br /&gt;Casper would soon become a part of my family now – yup more on CASPER in the later posts…J keep guessing till then …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- insatiable! The thirst for affection never drops in me and tats the reason I love spending quality time with family and friends, try catching up on them whenever I can..Although, its been sometime I have missed a few of them.. sorry guys.. I’d make up for it soon.. I promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, the comfort of being loved makes me feel free with my thoughts and words – I guess I should thank god for giving me a lovable family and a great friend circle.also I am A lil nostalgic and love revisiting familiar places and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit naughty.. Being good all the time is a bore for me.Its fun irritating frnds and tat tops my list wen I m around them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to holidays , I reckon they shuld always be indulgent –a very special treat and a chance to recharge your batteries.they shuld always involve my family or friends – the most imp part of my life…or I shuld say they r my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also say that I am home soul and care deeply abt family and family life and what comes with it .. a love bug – and I expect my life partner to understand how important the above things are for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love… ooooooo.. I am a hopeless romantic person. Ok, life may not be a movie, but what’s wrong with thinking it is ?? aren’t they made from practical experiences?&lt;br /&gt;And…oops I never realised I could write so much abt myself..and I feel I can still write loads .. tat proves one thing which I forgot to mention – I M VERY TALKATIVE .. a complete chatterbox and could eat ur brain n e time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of eating this time though… so till next post.. take care …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-3836524480126548682?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3836524480126548682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=3836524480126548682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/3836524480126548682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/3836524480126548682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-about-me.html' title='Its all about me...'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-293355928616371130</id><published>2007-11-28T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:29:15.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be "happy-sad" and not "sad-sad" ...</title><content type='html'>Does the title of this post ring n e bell ?? Nah .... then you've missed watching one of the good movies lately "Cheeni Kum "... It goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy (the girl , who happens to be Amitabh's friend) speaks to him when he s hurt 'coz of Tabu and this is what she has to say...&lt;br /&gt;" Hum sad kyon hote hain ? Hum sad hain kyon mann heavy - heavy hai ...&lt;br /&gt;Mann heavy-heavy kyon hai ? Kyon ki mann ko kisine hurt kiya hai ....&lt;br /&gt;Mann ko kaun itna hurt kar sakta hai ? Jo mann ke very very close ho ...&lt;br /&gt;Kaun mann ke very very close hota hai ? Jiske saath mann happy - happy feel karta hai ...&lt;br /&gt;So be happy - sad and not sad -sad .... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene has become one of my favorites and n e time I feel low 'coz of n e thing I need to just watch this n some how i just get back to my original self .... Also , this is one of the scenes which has made me think abt certain issues in life which otherwise we'd like to neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy-sad has become the new funda now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situation i'd like to tell you abt is , when the love we have for a person is not resiprocated back to us in the way we want it to then we kinda start feeling all negative about that person .We try finding faults with the person and at the same time we somehow loose the respect we have for him/her and eventually end up being depressed to the max extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess , the best funda here would be to be "happy -sad" and not "sad-sad" ....Nahin samjhe ?&lt;br /&gt;simple yaar... we loved the person for the simple reason that we loved being with them , it made us feel happy...So , now by finding fault with the person , we are in a way degrading our feelings for the person and that is nothing but degrading ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , the simple solution to it would be , like i've said be happy sad - happy for the fact tat u've actually truly felt something for a person , and a lil sad coz it dint turn out the way you wanted it to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never put a conditon b4 loving tat it has to be reciprocated back rite? So , why feel so negative abt it now ?? Respect the person for what he/she is ... respect the feelings you had for him/her and be happy .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems very filmi rite ??? but i guess this is the best thing to do ..Instead of developing a feeling of hatred towards the person which will eventually lead to a situation where in you would never feel like listening to n ething related to him /her and feel bad bad for what has happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead be happy and let others be happy .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again like everybody says ... "Bolna assan hai par nibhana mushkil hai " ... arey yaar try karke toh dekho ... I m sure it will work out well and then you'd never have to feel sad about n e thing ... Or even you are sad, there has to be a silver lining to it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh dost log, try this funda sometime ... n see if it helps you ... It worked for a few of them I know... and felt i shuld be sharing this gyan with you too ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N not just in matters of luv.. i think it will work in almost every situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aap bhi apna gyan baato... gyan baatne se aur badhta hai ..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try posting the video here ......will make it easy for you to understand how imp funda it is...&lt;br /&gt;till next post .. Dont be sad ... be happy-sad .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOps.... Just be HAPPY ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-293355928616371130?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/293355928616371130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=293355928616371130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/293355928616371130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/293355928616371130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-happy-sad-and-not-sad-sad.html' title='Be &quot;happy-sad&quot; and not &quot;sad-sad&quot; ...'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589269121072237061.post-4847941030818425408</id><published>2007-11-20T09:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:48:23.225+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally I 've started blogging ....</title><content type='html'>Well.. this was one thing which I hadnt tried... to think of it now.. it makes me wonder as in what kept me away from Blogging all these days ??&lt;br /&gt;May be I wasnt interested , or was it that I really dint understand the need for blogging.Even now , before I start my own blog I checked why other people blog ..Watever be their reason I personally felt that this was one way for my friends and family to keep up with what was going on in my life.And hence I decided to call my blog as "Megha's Diary" .. sounds similar to "Princess Diaries" rite ...?? ehh.. who cares... this is mine n I will write what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best funda about blogging is the audience, and that you are blogging for them - but you are blogging by your own rules and not theirs.So whether I post regularly or not would be decided by me... I guess as of now since I am new to this world I'd be more regular...but people who know me well are sure that it all completely depends on my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N e ways.. I wouldnt want bore you much by penning on why I want to blog and blah.. blah....but yeah I'd definetely want to you to keep giving me ur views on the posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. tahts it for my first post ... BLOG WORLD .. here i come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1589269121072237061-4847941030818425408?l=meghasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4847941030818425408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1589269121072237061&amp;postID=4847941030818425408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4847941030818425408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1589269121072237061/posts/default/4847941030818425408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-ve-started-blogging.html' title='Finally I &apos;ve started blogging ....'/><author><name>Megha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11581932357668470143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
