<?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-1741612197671955747</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:35.687-08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='random...'/><category term='The world around us'/><category term='Lessons from Rufus'/><category term='office office'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='me'/><category term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><category term='my traits and irony..'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='redded in purple haze..'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Car-pool'/><category term='my world'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='arbit'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Vinning'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><category term='Tinsel Town'/><title type='text'>My Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-215954738992382293</id><published>2010-07-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:11:05.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failure is important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hadnt been for one,I would have still been running towards something..which I really did not want to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad..that at that point in my life,I failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am still clueless on what I want to do..I atleast know what I definitely dont' want to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one hurdle less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine on!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-215954738992382293?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/215954738992382293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=215954738992382293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/215954738992382293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/215954738992382293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/07/failure-is-important.html' title=''/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4117364094573450195</id><published>2010-07-08T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T02:47:20.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><title type='text'>Arbit</title><content type='html'>Raste na badle na badla jahaan...&lt;br /&gt;fir kyun badalte kadam hain yahaan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4117364094573450195?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4117364094573450195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4117364094573450195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4117364094573450195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4117364094573450195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/07/arbit.html' title='Arbit'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4550740065002070742</id><published>2010-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:04:11.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Reality check</title><content type='html'>Reality can hit you real hard on the face...&lt;br /&gt;...and in most cases it should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to the harder truth is not a choice one lives with,but once in a while ,each one of us needs it to wake up from the myths we live with.It gets difficult and it may seem insurmountable,but isnt that too little an effort to a life time of happiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4550740065002070742?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4550740065002070742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4550740065002070742' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4550740065002070742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4550740065002070742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-check.html' title='Reality check'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-847372026721182557</id><published>2010-06-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T04:42:28.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>autumn to spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;eclipses in time and memories etched on the canvas of a mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smiles bygone and the moments of tease ,with those moments of undying ease&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the magic spurning desires entwined and hearts melting in the rye of time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the moments that were,of a life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; that revolved around the circle of his arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the whispered nothings and mindless desires;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; countless hours and endless banter..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;early good mornings and sleep less nights &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or sneaking away that last kiss good night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how can i not astonish on the beauty i see through my heart and my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I carress this sleepless mind and ask to be set free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I build on my dreams now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the foundations of my castles under the rainbow tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-847372026721182557?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/847372026721182557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=847372026721182557' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/847372026721182557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/847372026721182557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/06/autumn-to-spring.html' title='autumn to spring...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2824149539039145567</id><published>2010-06-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:18:59.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><title type='text'>a new awakening:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like all aquarians,I suffer from a problem of having a very very fickle mind..a mind that can never stay at peace and needs something or the to occupy it all the time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely not a great quality to have,since mostly the person in question ends up being a extremely restless and high on energy...with a frustration of not finding a exit to vent out the sudden burst of energies..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I,definitely have the trouble of controlling my mind and staying at peace.A problem I struggled with all my life till I found the peace in capturing the world through my camera...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Im glad i found it..because I have never felt better than in the last few months.And if there's one lesson I have got out of this hobby is to be patient and to find an ability to take out time for something I love the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;updated some pictures on my photoblog..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixellian.blogspot.com/boy"&gt;http://pixellian.blogspot.com/boy&lt;/a&gt; how much i love clicking these pictures..i wish i had awakened a little early..:)&lt;a href="http://pixellian.blogspot.com/2010/05/breaking-monotine-of-darkness.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2824149539039145567?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2824149539039145567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2824149539039145567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2824149539039145567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2824149539039145567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-all-aquariansi-suffer-from-problem.html' title='a new awakening:)'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5478638320143571136</id><published>2010-05-25T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:05:01.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>convoluted..</title><content type='html'>Dark,unruly,fiesty state of being&lt;br /&gt;or the happily melancholic side&lt;br /&gt;timid,contrived or intrepid moments&lt;br /&gt;simply sweeping deep and wide&lt;br /&gt;Understated and unfamiliar,&lt;br /&gt;the territories I try to surpass,&lt;br /&gt;the ways I try to mend&lt;br /&gt;the vision I encompass&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what lies ahead..&lt;br /&gt;the complexities of a frenzied mind....&lt;br /&gt;Alas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5478638320143571136?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5478638320143571136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5478638320143571136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5478638320143571136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5478638320143571136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/05/convoluted.html' title='convoluted..'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6037607078885872705</id><published>2010-05-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:57:49.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>what I wish to do is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stare endlessly into the space,&lt;br /&gt;until the difference between the finite and the infinite comes to a standstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6037607078885872705?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6037607078885872705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6037607078885872705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6037607078885872705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6037607078885872705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/05/hold-on.html' title='hold on'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5280453362741274530</id><published>2010-05-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:35:23.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><title type='text'>The photo blog</title><content type='html'>So I finally created my photoblog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixellian.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pixellian.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the idea is,that I am going to be very regular with both of these..and i really really want to make this work:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All d best Santa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5280453362741274530?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pixellian.blogspot.com/' title='The photo blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5280453362741274530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5280453362741274530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5280453362741274530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5280453362741274530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-blog.html' title='The photo blog'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7463743253133543048</id><published>2010-05-04T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:54:25.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Ok I didnt go to the north pole to hibernate..I just disappeared because my mind was stocked with everything else but thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Too much activity isnt always good..and that is precisely what happened to me..&lt;br /&gt;I got stocked with stuff I wasnt supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..now I am back and not sure how many are still reading what I write..&lt;br /&gt;But there's an addition to my blog.I am an amateur shutterbug and high time I thought of giving this hobby some more room.&lt;br /&gt;In the process of updating my photoblog.&lt;br /&gt;For now ,there's one sneak peek into what I have been upto in my free time(i.e whatever is left of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_gdb1tIKI/AAAAAAAACrY/lwSQZY7d6tc/s1600/31147_391340682569_523207569_3907345_4565691_n.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/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_gdb1tIKI/AAAAAAAACrY/lwSQZY7d6tc/s320/31147_391340682569_523207569_3907345_4565691_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467335268944912546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7463743253133543048?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/7463743253133543048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=7463743253133543048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7463743253133543048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7463743253133543048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/05/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_gdb1tIKI/AAAAAAAACrY/lwSQZY7d6tc/s72-c/31147_391340682569_523207569_3907345_4565691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2008626861432465318</id><published>2010-01-08T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:21:17.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>albeit...</title><content type='html'>I sit on the fence,&lt;br /&gt;looking about for traces of my shadow&lt;br /&gt;sunshine and dews and things as such,&lt;br /&gt;wondering if it will ever rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded,and perplexed&lt;br /&gt;my mind wanders to a beat so mellow&lt;br /&gt;awakened,with the misty yellow&lt;br /&gt;I know,the time has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2008626861432465318?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2008626861432465318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2008626861432465318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2008626861432465318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2008626861432465318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2010/01/albeit.html' title='albeit...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6437187092145801048</id><published>2010-01-02T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:54:19.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><title type='text'>Halo Over my head!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its my litle secret..for i have found a friend,one i never had,&lt;br /&gt;for they say,relations mature with time,and friendships better as they age,&lt;br /&gt;not that i disagree,but not fully concur&lt;br /&gt;I now know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;friends arent seasonal,though they might come with them&lt;br /&gt;they arent occassional,though that may appear&lt;br /&gt;they are for life,even when u find one on the day you are dying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has friends,i have them too,some old,some new,some fresh as dew!!&lt;br /&gt;heres a toast to friendship,relationships and love,no matter the form&lt;br /&gt;a reason to believe in Him,my best friend,who has given me reasons to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what follows below,is a note from an anonymous admirer, a little secret..which i want to keep only to myself&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a Reality,for realities can be touched&lt;br /&gt;You are not a Dream,for dreams can be seen&lt;br /&gt;You are not a Mirage,for Mirages can be true&lt;br /&gt;You are not a Mystery,for Mysteries can be solved&lt;br /&gt;Life can be sought, Love can be attained...&lt;br /&gt;...but how do we seek an Angel??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand Divine Hymns but with you I wanna try&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand the chants they recite but I know the fruit is you;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna get caught in the web of your memories,&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t know how to get out of this addiction,but again I don’t think I even wanna!!! &lt;br /&gt;Like a Psychedelic dream taking over the last shreds of sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sweetness can’t be defined in adjectives, &lt;br /&gt;for cuteness is just another form of you,&lt;br /&gt;your Beauty is not for the beholders here...it’s only for me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your hug would be like Aphrodite whispering in my ear&lt;br /&gt;the passion of your kiss like God himself singing me a lullaby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I compare thee to?? &lt;br /&gt;For snowflakes are rough in front of your touch,&lt;br /&gt;for mountain springs feel impure compared to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;sunshine dark in front of your glow,and dewdrops shapeless in front of your eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give life with just a smile...all I ask is to breathe some life into my being too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6437187092145801048?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6437187092145801048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6437187092145801048' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>When you are gone!</title><content type='html'>Bauji went away...but he did leave his blessings with me..&lt;br /&gt;and no matter the distance between us..i know he can hear me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed and changed are things,&lt;br /&gt;When you are gone,gone thus far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can hear me when i say i love you&lt;br /&gt;i know you do,&lt;br /&gt;i know you feel it when you are being missed&lt;br /&gt;i know you do,&lt;br /&gt;The words unspoken,the talks we were yet to share,&lt;br /&gt;For you my friend,have left us the world so bare,&lt;br /&gt;So many miles to walk,but i know you are beside,right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know it when i say,I miss you my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I know you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bauji for being there for me always..I wanted to share this day with you,but i guess i got late.But I also know that your smiling down at me from the heaven above!!&lt;br /&gt;You are greatly missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4650955370282704419?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4650955370282704419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4650955370282704419' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4650955370282704419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4650955370282704419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-are-gone.html' title='When you are gone!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6388353255921214483</id><published>2009-10-07T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:09:28.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>A slip away</title><content type='html'>Death is nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;a heavenly slip into the next room..&lt;br /&gt;I am I and you are you,&lt;br /&gt;whatever we were to each other,&lt;br /&gt;we still are!&lt;br /&gt;Call me by my familiar name,&lt;br /&gt;Pray,smile,think of me&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me..&lt;br /&gt;Let my name ever be the household word,&lt;br /&gt;that it was.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be spoken without effect&lt;br /&gt;without a trace of shadow on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life means all that it ever meant,&lt;br /&gt;it is the same as it ever was..&lt;br /&gt;That unspoken continuity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be out of mind,&lt;br /&gt;just because I am out of sight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:-Vinays Grandfather and my grand father in law passed away on 1st october.He was my role model,my friend,someone who encouraged me for everything I wanted to do in life.some one who himself was an icon.someone who loved us all immensely..&lt;br /&gt;someone I am never going to stop missing all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace bauji...we really love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6388353255921214483?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6388353255921214483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6388353255921214483' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6388353255921214483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6388353255921214483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/10/slip-away.html' title='A slip away'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7638355919996160715</id><published>2009-09-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:51:25.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>I wonder why!!</title><content type='html'>Walking in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;way above where I stand&lt;br /&gt;a ray of hope shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats coming my way&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats causing the gleam&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats making me smile&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats bringing the sheen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky and colors all bright&lt;br /&gt;unspoken words and some otherwise&lt;br /&gt;a moment let loose,the others stop by&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what causes the spur&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what rhymes this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where beginnings begin&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what dreams look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the moments and holding them close&lt;br /&gt;Some where deep in the closet of heart&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that of a definite start&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is so different&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why world seems such a better place&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it would last only a while!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7638355919996160715?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/7638355919996160715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=7638355919996160715' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7638355919996160715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7638355919996160715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-1600551898062341970</id><published>2009-08-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:13:33.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just...</title><content type='html'>Is it weird to feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detached when you know someone loves you&lt;br /&gt;Estranged when you are very well taken care of&lt;br /&gt;Lonely when the world is around u&lt;br /&gt;Insane when everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable in your own skin&lt;br /&gt;Loud in the quiet of the night&lt;br /&gt;Restless in the wee hours of morning&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed at nothing yet everything&lt;br /&gt;Tears on your cheeks as you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Miserable for hours..&lt;br /&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet not know the reason?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-1600551898062341970?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/1600551898062341970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=1600551898062341970' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/1600551898062341970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/1600551898062341970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/08/just.html' title='Just...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-3116428281728760287</id><published>2009-08-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:37:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SnSYhDNWRNI/AAAAAAAABT0/-Uy2yOvRMKk/s1600-h/friendshipday-wallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SnSYhDNWRNI/AAAAAAAABT0/-Uy2yOvRMKk/s320/friendshipday-wallpaper3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365080749669500114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what starts it&lt;br /&gt;a smile,a wish&lt;br /&gt;a casual hi or simply nothing..&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what and no matter when&lt;br /&gt;small moments that make a lifetime..&lt;br /&gt;some stay,some move on,&lt;br /&gt;some remain a part of memories&lt;br /&gt;and some become a lifetime of them&lt;br /&gt;a wish to all friends..&lt;br /&gt;who have made this life so beautiful for me..&lt;br /&gt;What would i do without you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-3116428281728760287?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/3116428281728760287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=3116428281728760287' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3116428281728760287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3116428281728760287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-for-friends.html' title='A day for friends'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SnSYhDNWRNI/AAAAAAAABT0/-Uy2yOvRMKk/s72-c/friendshipday-wallpaper3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-23740898295497466</id><published>2009-07-23T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:38:34.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I told you lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SmgTZN6qLbI/AAAAAAAABM4/sxRBKkFowzs/s1600-h/woman_walking_into_sunset-t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SmgTZN6qLbI/AAAAAAAABM4/sxRBKkFowzs/s320/woman_walking_into_sunset-t2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361556680337927602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed to be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel love and full of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to me and twinkle eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel loved, and I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given meaning to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little moments that I have of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that span a life time through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem so little and yet so vast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get drenched and yet feel the thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given rhythm to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not speak all the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much your words mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not be around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your presence, right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get sad and misty eyed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You is all I need to perk myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my senses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given feeling to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought them back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fight with you, and make you feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of my soul that I have lost too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say words so harsh and sound so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clinching the pain of not having you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get rustic and miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the miles that have taken a toll on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given yearning to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That its you who I have my heart for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you who keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s with you that I dare to dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its for you that I am myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its you who is my belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given a horizon to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought them back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I miss you in all walks of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad and rusted, mad and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when life seems overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you who I want to see first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its you, I wish to kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have given meaning to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought me back to life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-23740898295497466?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/23740898295497466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=23740898295497466' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/23740898295497466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/23740898295497466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-i-told-you-lately.html' title='Have I told you lately?'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SmgTZN6qLbI/AAAAAAAABM4/sxRBKkFowzs/s72-c/woman_walking_into_sunset-t2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8951237386130643295</id><published>2009-07-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:59:30.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Where I came from was a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Radiated,pure and blissful&lt;br /&gt;Where I go to is not what I know of&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized,enchanted or plain wishful&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts don’t leave me a moment,&lt;br /&gt;Mind overpowers the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Is it what one is born with&lt;br /&gt;or just a part of growing up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8951237386130643295?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/8951237386130643295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=8951237386130643295' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8951237386130643295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8951237386130643295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2329095644633010772</id><published>2009-07-07T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:01:29.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><title type='text'>Just...a thought</title><content type='html'>I have again been attacked by the &lt;a href="http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-am-hiatus.html"&gt;writer's block&lt;/a&gt; and was thinking  that I wouldn't be able to write for some time;But such is life,things do happen when u least expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible start to the day where I stuck my foot in the bathroom door and the damn thing still hurts.Somehow got dressed for work to realize that i wasn't fitting into my favorite shirt all of a sudden;Grumpy and grouchy left for work only to be stuck in a hour long traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;Finally on reaching office,when i was struggling hard to gain my sensibilities,i had a major fight with one of my closest friends.And for the first time in 4 years,we both raised our voices and yelled and shouted at each other.&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible ever since.I shouldn't have said all the bad things I did...but at the same time I feel that the same holds true for him.&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with friends of opposite sex is that the perspectives of fights change for the two people.While the men show their anger by keeping quiet,we women tend to be more expressive and loud.&lt;br /&gt;So,while my talking too much pissed him off,his keeping quiet did the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so miffed,and irritated yet I don't know how to correct this situation.There are times when u know its not your fault,and u know that u stand correct,but tend to change your judgment for others' happiness..&lt;br /&gt;But this time I don't wish to do it.How many times can we go on losing ourselves and our thoughts to keep others happy?Shouldn't the same thing hold true for others too?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't friends stop being judgmental and take you the way you are?Why do some people expect you to change for them when ideally a true friend should accept you the way u are and still love you?Why do people expect you to be sensitive to their emotions while they don't do the same to you?Why do people dislike it when you decide to stand up to your thoughts against them,when they were the ones who taught you to do so?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions in my mind and none that I have answer to..&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I don't want to lose a good friend to an ego clash;that's the worst death a friendship can suffer.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2329095644633010772?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2329095644633010772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2329095644633010772' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2329095644633010772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2329095644633010772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/07/justa-thought.html' title='Just...a thought'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-3187894381394357134</id><published>2009-06-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:35:39.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons from Rufus'/><title type='text'>Lessons from Rufus -II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmahMQZaI/AAAAAAAAA-0/-eBZMW8GIr4/s1600-h/030520091181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmahMQZaI/AAAAAAAAA-0/-eBZMW8GIr4/s320/030520091181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951913041978786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus is now 7 months old,freakishly crazy and a totally mad dog....:)&lt;br /&gt;And like &lt;a href="http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-lessons.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, he still has a lot of lessons in his wisdom book to give me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Some times its good to leave all your inhibitions behind and let your hair loose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJikiGznvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/bv42v-InyvY/s1600-h/08032009972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJikiGznvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/bv42v-InyvY/s320/08032009972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350947687039737586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Bathing on sunday...is a bad idea..and when you think it is,you must let it show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJj5S0GloI/AAAAAAAAA-k/bqyvrC8Qjo8/s1600-h/210620091334.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/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJj5S0GloI/AAAAAAAAA-k/bqyvrC8Qjo8/s320/210620091334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350949143223637634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you are in love,then show it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJgciKH1hI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9vBO1nIkHt8/s1600-h/08032009974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJgciKH1hI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9vBO1nIkHt8/s320/08032009974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945350591436306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus does it by standing hours in the balcony while pepper(his girlfriend) is taking a walk in the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do share your love story with someone you trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJd02sjeDI/AAAAAAAAA98/Q9NG43oXCVA/s1600-h/08032009973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJd02sjeDI/AAAAAAAAA98/Q9NG43oXCVA/s320/08032009973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942469886539826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing it with me helped him immensely,as now the duo generally takes a walk together at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Food should and must always be top priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmqIlRZFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/syFeVNfw8B4/s1600-h/190420091134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmqIlRZFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/syFeVNfw8B4/s320/190420091134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952181313922130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when it comes from unexpected quarters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmG_chC5I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xvnt7tppPFI/s1600-h/28022009965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmG_chC5I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xvnt7tppPFI/s320/28022009965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951577565858706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weird sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJjGhUWzxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/E_jWUNlAGlY/s1600-h/01032009967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJjGhUWzxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/E_jWUNlAGlY/s320/01032009967.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350948270943686418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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-II'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SkJmahMQZaI/AAAAAAAAA-0/-eBZMW8GIr4/s72-c/030520091181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6152642872348405079</id><published>2009-06-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:39:39.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>My song</title><content type='html'>Since offlate  I have been making a lot of trips down the memory lane,here is something which is probably closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;the first song that I ever sang....&lt;br /&gt;Though papa happened to misplace his most favorite cd(which had the version I sang for the first time on stage) a few years back,the original version is enough to bring a big smile to my face....&lt;br /&gt;I call it my song.....whats yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDvEAqynDVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDvEAqynDVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6152642872348405079?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6152642872348405079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6152642872348405079' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6152642872348405079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6152642872348405079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-song.html' title='My song'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6161348651012173763</id><published>2009-06-10T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:48:08.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Torn apart in the waves of time&lt;br /&gt;Rusting through the paths I crossed&lt;br /&gt;Entwined in the ghostly bygones&lt;br /&gt;I bid you good bye,Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Farewell...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6161348651012173763?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6161348651012173763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6161348651012173763' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6161348651012173763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6161348651012173763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-9137965316637535661</id><published>2009-06-01T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:00:20.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Of books and people...and life..</title><content type='html'>We  always pride ourselves  to be  very social people..We meet people,make friends wherever we go, build relationships ,some that last a lifetime and some that die when the night is over.But there are some relations in life ,that never go out of sync,no matter which part of your life have you stored them.&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking for an old book in my bookshelf last night and flipping through its worn out pages,is when I realized that our life too is so similar.&lt;br /&gt;We tend to buy every good book that hits the market(or atleast I do!),we read the book,are completely lost during the course of it,never letting go of a single page and engrossed till the end.During that phase,each page is important and the wait to read another one endless.for those few days,that one book revolves around your mind all the time.If it is good,it comes in the last of “My favorites” and if not,its ready to be stored in some back shelf of the book rack.&lt;br /&gt;With the passing life,the process continues,our choices change and so does our mindset.new books take the place of the old ones and so on and so forth.Life goes on and we tend to get busy with the complexities of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,we fail to see that the books that we collected through the course are still there on the shelf,stacked and  a rusted few, in a hope that we might just want to have a look at them again;and there are times when we do,probably to read our favorite chapter,or in a need to revisit some lovely memories.But when we do,we realize that we let a lot of time slip away before deciding to look back..&lt;br /&gt;Some times,we tend to get so busy with the events in our lives,that we tend to forget the people who we have left behind in the flow.The people who stayed by our side when we needed them the most and the  same people you forgot in your due course of life.&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wonder how selfish we humans are.We need people to be around us during our bad times,but when the time is for us to do the same,we get overtly entwined in our own set  of problems.&lt;br /&gt;How often do all of us feel trapped in our own shadows,our own ghosts.How often do we feel that there was a time when we never had to think before we poured our heart to the same friend,with who carrying a conversation for more than five minutes now seems like task.How was it when each phone call was important,and how is it now that the number of missed calls is always higher that the dialed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so;Today as I look back ,I feel terrible.Terrible for having let my closest people slip away,for being so selfish and for being so lost in my own issues and problems,that I forgot about the people who mattered.people who cared and people who silently walked each chapter of my life,even when I was busy reading the newer ones.&lt;br /&gt;And its so weird to see that when a whole night was very little to finish the talks,is now restricted to a basic how are you doing.What was once a careless banter,has now turned into an occasional difficult call.&lt;br /&gt;And so,I am on a path now,from where I need to carve my way back,to reach out to the people who I had somehow forgotten in this journey of my life.People who were nice,and people who were bad,people who loved me,and people who I loved back,people who mattered and people who cared and some of them who simply made a difference in my life by just being there. Its never too late to start from where you left,and from today,I will do just what I used to do back in those years,when world really was a beautiful place….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how many people may relate to my thoughts,but the ones who do,make sure you make that phone call today,and make sure who let the people  know on how they really made a difference in your life by just being there..Say anything that you have been meaning to say for long,but haven’t been able to for reasons as simple as not getting the time.Take out time,and open up your heart…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ,its a conversation that could have ended everything…but sometimes its just a conversation that will begin a new chapter in your life…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-9137965316637535661?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-68182540338930590</id><published>2009-05-22T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:21:10.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Innocence...</title><content type='html'>With Crazy mind and naughty eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Jumping joys and funny toys…&lt;br /&gt;Roaming the streets,on the 3 wheel cycles,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from mom, donning her sandals…&lt;br /&gt;Giggles endless,and times so priceless,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the days of innocence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed and early to rise,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad…and things so nice…&lt;br /&gt;Waiting each night for bedtime stories,&lt;br /&gt;Tweaking them daily, mom seemed so wise…&lt;br /&gt;Hugs endless, and times so priceless,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the days of innocence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was all silly games and fun I had,&lt;br /&gt;When English was good, and Maths so bad…&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines for homework, were never attended,&lt;br /&gt;And times of madness, always extended…&lt;br /&gt;Moments timeless, and times so priceless,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the days of innocence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa always taking my side,&lt;br /&gt;And I would look at mom with pride…&lt;br /&gt;Maths or Science, friends or fiends,&lt;br /&gt;This and thats…and the wordly rants...&lt;br /&gt;Papa ready with all the solutions,&lt;br /&gt;To my wordly set of problems...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in his lap and dreaming all time,&lt;br /&gt;Papa ……..the bestest friend of mine…&lt;br /&gt;Love selfless,and times so priceless,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the days of innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seven was way too late,&lt;br /&gt;And mom was always waiting by the gate...&lt;br /&gt;When Restrictions seemed such farce,&lt;br /&gt;..and mom seemed so very harsh...&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t wait to grow up..Couldn’t wait to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t wait to move out..when couldn’t wait to be ME...&lt;br /&gt;Wait endless and times so priceless,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the days of innocence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown up now,that I look back in time,&lt;br /&gt;I want it all,the times that were all mine…&lt;br /&gt;I am me…all grow up and free,&lt;br /&gt;Something that, I always wanted to be…&lt;br /&gt;Yet there’s so much that’s gone missing,&lt;br /&gt;I spend each day, secretly wishing…&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly, the days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;The bedtime stories, and fun with friends,&lt;br /&gt;Schooling days, those madness ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and all that,and a little bit more,&lt;br /&gt;Times of my life,I could hold no more..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-68182540338930590?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/68182540338930590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=68182540338930590' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/68182540338930590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/68182540338930590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/05/innocence_22.html' title='Innocence...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2436643170208850592</id><published>2009-05-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:28:31.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I m so totally pissed...freaked...irritated...and god knows what all...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes just dont understand...why the heck am I here...what the hell am I doing...&lt;br /&gt;somehow being Bangalored totally sucks...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes working in this office totally kills...&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry...so livid,so frustrated,so annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand my everyday purpose...my goal,my dream..this is not what I dreamt of doing...this is not what I dreamt of growing up to become..&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely not what I planned for myself..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I landed here...and here that I am...I dont know ,why is it always me who has to face it all...to be THE ONE out of all the other deserving people to be here in this spot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;just about no one..&lt;br /&gt;and thats what makes it worse...&lt;br /&gt;God...I hate this!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2436643170208850592?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2436643170208850592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2436643170208850592' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2436643170208850592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2436643170208850592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/05/w-h-t-e-v-e-r.html' title='w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r!!!!!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5798489228299320617</id><published>2009-05-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:33:53.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><title type='text'>This and That...</title><content type='html'>Me and Vinnie tend to have a lot of arguements on sundays,reason being,ofcourse house cleaning..While he hates it...I am Monica Geller..&lt;br /&gt;So every week,the usual cribbing goes on through the day..and some times gets over the top when Vin starts with his "selective hearing "routine..and listens to only the things he wants to...&lt;br /&gt;The days when hes lucky,I give up...and the days when he is not..I sulk...and pretend to not to talk to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:-what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh...what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:-Oh..I am just asking what are you upto at this hour of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-I am cleaning my face with Rose water and as you may have not noticed..I do it every night ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs and goes on to cleaning her face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:-Didn't know Bausch and Lomb  were into manufacturing Rose water...I thought they only dealt with Contact Lens solution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Walks out of the room....and laughs his heart off...which is heard around the entire house*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-....Hmmph!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5798489228299320617?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5798489228299320617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5798489228299320617' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5798489228299320617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5798489228299320617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-and-that.html' title='This and That...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2252037513495907038</id><published>2009-04-29T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:46:42.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Another feather in the cap!!!</title><content type='html'>They say weird things happen to weird people.(I don’t know who said it though!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to my mum,I am the weirdest creature alive.. According to her, I am Some one who can get a double fracture after falling from a 2 feet height,or a multiple one when challenged by her stupid friends to walk on a thin pipe resting on a 7 feet ditch.&lt;br /&gt;.. Who can get bitten by the Chemistry tutor’s dog at 7 in the morning (and still given the look of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my-dog-could-die-because -of -biting-you&lt;/span&gt; look from the same man) Who can fall just like that while walking,or simply go bang any of the existent body parts against anything that is resting on the way&lt;br /&gt;...Who has changed 4 phones in the last one year(simply because they broke),who looks for potholes while driving, or who made her kinetic look like a piece of such  trash within a year of its arrival that even the nearest “kabadi” didn’t want to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Simply a person who cant keep a single thing in a good state,including myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been experiencing bad pain in my hand for the past two months,(which I kept discounting as a simple muscular pain)and when finally Vin got pissed with me and dragged me to the doc and got my tests done,we came across the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so…I have managed to fracture the “Trequolim bone”in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Though not a major bone,its big enough to cause me  good amount of pain&lt;br /&gt;So ,while the rest of the world is worried about the fracture in the so called bone in my hand,my mom is busy noting down the incident as merely another feather in my cap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ,when  the doctor asked me, how I managed the wonder, I had no answer; Because frankly speaking, I don’t have the faintest clue on how the miracle happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this hasn’t deterred me from doing that’s that I love toI still play with Rufus,I still get the house  cleaned with the same elan,I still eat pizza with my hand,and still fight with Vin…&lt;br /&gt;...and ofcourse I am blogging too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Atleast it gave me something to write about*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2252037513495907038?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2252037513495907038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2252037513495907038' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2252037513495907038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2252037513495907038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-feather-in-cap.html' title='Another feather in the cap!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5985209909699720189</id><published>2009-04-24T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:30:06.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinsel Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world around us'/><title type='text'>Jai Ho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok...I know I have again done the disappearing act...and I have a zillion reasons for it again…. lack of time, too much work, cant think of something…and the other blahs like that...nevertheless i think that all these are plain simple excuses and its clearly the fact that my silly mind couldn’t get enough thoughts to pen down...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and nor did i think they would...until yesterday!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not at all a cricket lover…The only sport I truly relish is Tennis…and I follow it like a religion(not that I follow my religion like one!!)...but when it comes to Cricket, I have my own prejudices…there are times when I totally hate the game...and a lot of it has to do with my father, my cousin brothers...and my set of cricket fanatic friends...All of them have always hyped the game so much…that it kind of got irritating for me…I understood papa's reasons for loving it(he himself being a good player in his times...until he got busy with lots of other stuff in life)...but when it comes to the other people...I just could never understand the craze...!!!All the more since its not even our national game and the poor national game is in crazy shambles…while the cricketers in &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;India are busy minting money….The likes of Sachin, Dhoni, Dravid and etceteras have so much money with them that the next 3 generations can have crazy fun without batting an eyelid…and yet save enough for the next 2....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having said that… Ofcourse just like any other girl,I do have my crushes on so many of them… Be it Peterson,or Dhoni;Pathan or Watson;my ever dearest Brett Lee ,Vettori or Warne…I think some of them are totally drool worthy…. and ofcourse I drool over them left right and centre&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And comes IPL which by itself&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is the epitome of crazy money movements accompanied with scorching glamour.The biggies from all the walks of life having decided to have some fun with the excessivemoney in their bank accounts…and hence the concept of IPL…Cheers to Lalit Modi,(a man who was once a part of the poor Rajsthan Cricket council with unusual dreams in his eyes…) for having been able to sell IPL so well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whats most exciting is to see the greatest of the players from different countires coming together as a team…and voila how charming is that.Which means that I see Yuvraaj singh and Brett Lee as a part of one team and Peterson and Dravid as the part of another....Ahem!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My favourites are ofcourse the Rajasthan Royals.I loved the finals last year(the only match i saw from start to finish)and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally freaked out on the match yesterday.From whatever limited matches I have forcefully seen in my life,I have enjoyed this one the most.What moments and what enthusiasm!!!Boy I was totally enthralled by Shane Warne and his team who were amazingly terrific.Ofcourse they had their weak moments with Munaaf Patel in a mood for some charity,but the ultimate win is what mattered…and they did..My love for Warne increased manifolds from the last season…he is that one leader who doesn’t need to say any un necessary jargons to win,he leads by example and he does it oh so charmingly…(wink winkI so totally hope that the Royals have a win this year too…Not because I am from Rajasthan,but because it is a team made of people who really have a lot to prove.It is a team who has people like Kamran Khan (who didn’t exist for cricketers,before Warne spotted him in the small town of Azamgarh)and the ones like Yousuf Pathan (who is hungry for the victory)…and some one like Warne who has the everyone against him(I can say that from the round of commentries I heard yesterday)…and who I feel is indeed the greatest Captain australia never had..(though I think Steve Waugh and Ricky Ponting too are pretty good looking...mmmm!!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being an avid cricket hater so far..I cannot sit and analyse the game and the jargons and the pitches and the reports….But I can just hope for some real nice and budding players to get the lime light they would have never got&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Royals…go halla bol &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5985209909699720189?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5985209909699720189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5985209909699720189' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5985209909699720189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5985209909699720189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/04/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-3886133689752324085</id><published>2009-03-31T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:42:53.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><title type='text'>Just out of sight...</title><content type='html'>A conundrum of thoughts…a list of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;The numbing of words, and senseless devotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trembling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last call…and words so few...&lt;br /&gt;New threads of life…he wanted to renew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fearing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn and broken…Simmered and sighed…&lt;br /&gt;Lived the monster…those sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;He was gone… she knew it alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seething in pain,and waiting in vain..&lt;br /&gt;Clutched those thoughts ….She waited through the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments seemed a day… and Days passed on..&lt;br /&gt;Waited by the sun…the moon shone on…&lt;br /&gt;Reading to herself ,his letters promised of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went away…with a promise to return,&lt;br /&gt;As she waited…for tides to turn…&lt;br /&gt;Pressed along the tides of time,&lt;br /&gt;Time moved on, as she stood still&lt;br /&gt;Holding to her heart, never let the memories spill,&lt;br /&gt;The wait went on till she couldn’t hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , she wondered if she were right…&lt;br /&gt;Was he gone forever…or just out of sight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-3886133689752324085?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/3886133689752324085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=3886133689752324085' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3886133689752324085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3886133689752324085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-sight.html' title='Just out of sight...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-9004903984481913605</id><published>2009-03-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:44:44.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The year that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SbUqHgXlSRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3JNVf6Ew3G8/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SbUqHgXlSRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3JNVf6Ew3G8/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311197643989666066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an year...and it still hasn't sunk in...being married to the best guy in the world:)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times of fun..madness...crazy little things we have done...&lt;br /&gt;me fighting..and yelling..and u grinning through it all..:)..The fights over the food choices...and every little moment of madness...being with you has been the best thing that has happened to me....and through it all...i havent just realised how one year flew by:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SbUplLYXL7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q-EvP8J1p9U/s1600-h/u+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SbUplLYXL7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q-EvP8J1p9U/s320/u+n+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311197054240239538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the madness never stop!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-9004903984481913605?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/9004903984481913605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=9004903984481913605' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/9004903984481913605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/9004903984481913605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SbUqHgXlSRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3JNVf6Ew3G8/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4489212451771617416</id><published>2009-02-25T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:47:17.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons from Rufus'/><title type='text'>Everyday Lessons...:)</title><content type='html'>For all those who don’t know, Rufus is a little golden retriever we adopted a month back. He is the new member of the family and of course the cutest too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been an ardent animal lover, and it is that love which makes me do a little of things which sound weird to a lot of sensible people. And when it comes to dogs, I am on a different wavelength altogether. I have always had dogs around me. Even as a little kid, my undying love for them was pretty evident to everyone.When I was 1 month old, I preferred playing with the 2 huge dogs my father had rather than the chunks of toys lying in my room.I would spend hours playing with them,sleeping over them,pulling their tails,and irritating them,as they happily obliged. After months of living in the fear of seeing her little daughter play gleefully with the pets,my mom made peace with the fact that it probably runs in the family....and after 30 years of being married to my father…even she finally has it in her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently when we decided to adopt the little Rufus, family wasn’t too surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now that he is around us, there are so many things the little one teaches me on a day to day basis…and some of them kae a lot of sense too.I am sure the lessons are going to continue with each passing day...and more often than not, I shall be mentioning about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So,starting today in the series of lessons from Rufus,this post is rightfully named as lessons from Rufus-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUQ_hXbnMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vRy9S3mISOc/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUQ_hXbnMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vRy9S3mISOc/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666419400449218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. There is never a wrong time to eat. Eat to your heart’s content…and still wonder if you missed something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Peas,carrots,apples,oranges,cabbage,capsicum,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUTq2DbjgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dkJ1KA2F_kA/s1600-h/01022009901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUTq2DbjgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dkJ1KA2F_kA/s320/01022009901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306669362711334402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; make healthy side dishes on a lazy Sunday afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The best place in the house is the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;If you settle yourself near the area, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUYRlkei_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7npER60Gfnk/s1600-h/kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUYRlkei_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7npER60Gfnk/s320/kitchen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306674426347949042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are that you will get to eat every hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Bath tubs make great swimming pools. It s all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUUAfMG5FI/AAAAAAAAAYE/q1q7pqfsyTI/s1600-h/bathing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUUAfMG5FI/AAAAAAAAAYE/q1q7pqfsyTI/s320/bathing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306669734530835538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bean bags make lovely beds.&lt;br /&gt;The more the better…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUcJVZ0OgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jv4os_MV3oM/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUcJVZ0OgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jv4os_MV3oM/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306678682615822850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating grass is fun, digging it is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Noisy kids don’t make great company. Kids with football do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUaBL3linI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8u0tAqrNLlM/s1600-h/01022009903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUaBL3linI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8u0tAqrNLlM/s320/01022009903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306676343594125938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Good looks are always attractive, so keep your self groomed even after all the mess you have created around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Car parking is a fun place to take a walk, you see a lot of things, and you otherwise won’t get a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Cute things you do, may distract people to the extent of accidently banging their heads against the wall. Sometimes, your master could also be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUaffqel4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sXbzZQv2EWI/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUaffqel4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sXbzZQv2EWI/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306676864303929218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Women like well behaved men, so every time you cross one, look at her with the cutest expression you can gather, she will surely come and say a sweet hello. She might even come and pat you and tell you how cute you are…. And if it’s really your day, she might as well pick u up and sport a little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUa544sLFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-uZz6DFQJQ0/s1600-h/cuteness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUa544sLFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-uZz6DFQJQ0/s320/cuteness.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306677317751024722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4489212451771617416?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4489212451771617416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4489212451771617416' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4489212451771617416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4489212451771617416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-lessons.html' title='Everyday Lessons...:)'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SaUQ_hXbnMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vRy9S3mISOc/s72-c/Image092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4709181190931862431</id><published>2009-02-23T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:35:46.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The top 3 Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I go...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 Favorite Actors&lt;br /&gt;• Johnny Depp&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(hes awesome in all senses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• George Clooney &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(I can drool over him all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Heath Ledger&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(He was brilliant…I so wish we could have more of him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 Favorite Actresses&lt;br /&gt;• Julia Roberts&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Never seen a better smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Angelina Jolie&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(She is  oh-so-gorgeuos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Kajol&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(She is awesome…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 Favorite New Stars (Bollywood)&lt;br /&gt;• Abhay Deol&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(What a chilled out guy…!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sonam Kapoor&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(So pretty…and yet can act!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Darsheel Zafari&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(I wish he doesn’t get stardom to his head…this boy indeed is talented)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 Favorite Sports&lt;br /&gt;• Tennis&lt;br /&gt;• Tennis&lt;br /&gt;• Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah..I don’t understand any other game&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 3 Favorite Sportspersons&lt;br /&gt;• Rafael Nadal&lt;br /&gt;• Steffi Graf&lt;br /&gt;• Roger Federer&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(Obvious choices!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 3 Favorite Politicians&lt;br /&gt;• None&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• None&lt;br /&gt;• None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I cant stand the sight of any of them…because I think all of them are simply good  for nothing!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 3 Favorite Comedians&lt;br /&gt;• Vinay Pathak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;• Saif Ali Khan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(ok!!the Saif lovers don’t kill me-he does a fab job when hes comic…you gotta give me that)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 3 Favorite Indian Male singers&lt;br /&gt;• Mohammad Rafi&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(No one can beat him...what a voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;• &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;KK&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(This guy rocks everytime he sings…man what bundle of talent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;• Mohit Chauhan&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; (subtle and awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9. 3 Favorite Indian Female singers&lt;br /&gt;• Shreya Ghoshal&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Lovely voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lata Mangeshkar&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(She doesn’t need words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sunidhi Chouhan&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Powerhouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 3 Favorite Corporate Honchos&lt;br /&gt;• Jack Welch&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;• Ratan Tata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;• N R Narayanamurthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;3 Favorite News channels&lt;br /&gt;• CNBC TV18&lt;br /&gt;• NDTV 24x7&lt;br /&gt;• CNN IBN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 3 Favorite News anchors&lt;br /&gt;• Rajdeep Sardesai&lt;br /&gt;• Pranoy Roy&lt;br /&gt;• Barkha Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 3 Favorite Hindi Entertainment channels&lt;br /&gt;• MTV&lt;br /&gt;• Channel V&lt;br /&gt;• 9 xm&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(I love bakwaas band kar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 3 Favorite English entertainment channels&lt;br /&gt;• Zee Studio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Zee Cafe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Star World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 3 Favorite TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;• Roadies&lt;br /&gt;• Friends&lt;br /&gt;• Sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 3 Favorite Writers&lt;br /&gt;• Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;• Erich Segal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 3 Favorite Movies&lt;br /&gt;• One Fine Day&lt;br /&gt;• DDLJ&lt;br /&gt;• Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This list  is  so not fair…I am still thinking on the list of fave movies…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 3 Favorite Indian Holiday destinations&lt;br /&gt;• Kerala&lt;br /&gt;• Kodaikanal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Rajasthan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 3 Favorite Professions&lt;br /&gt;• Media Planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• HR consulting&lt;br /&gt;• Banking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(...the irony is that...I am in currently in my most unfavorite profession...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 3 Favorite &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mobile&lt;/st1:place&gt; Brands&lt;br /&gt;• Nokia&lt;br /&gt;• Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;• Sony Ericcson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 3 Favorite Laptop Brands&lt;br /&gt;• Dell&lt;br /&gt;• Apple&lt;br /&gt;• Sony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 3 Favorite Cars&lt;br /&gt;• BMW 7 series&lt;br /&gt;• Audi&lt;br /&gt;• Honda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 3 Favorite Apparel brands&lt;br /&gt;• Levi’s&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Versace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Indian Terrain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 3 Favorite Deserts&lt;br /&gt;• A chocolate cake dripping with chocolate chunks and soaked in chocolate sauce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Caramel walnuts with icecream&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(if you haven’t tried this-go to a good Chinese restaurant and try it!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;• Mom made Besan ke laddoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 3 Favorite Cuisines&lt;br /&gt;• Italian&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;(I wish Punjabi food was a cuisine)&lt;br /&gt;• Mexican&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I am done...and waiting for all others for their own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All those who think are really suffering from the Writer's Block...Go ahead..and take this tag...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its a great way to exercise the rusted mind and take it off that dreaded laptop...and ofcourse..it gives you a new post as well...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Off you Go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/1741612197671955747-4709181190931862431?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4709181190931862431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4709181190931862431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4709181190931862431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4709181190931862431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-3-tag.html' title='The top 3 Tag'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-3937462875692734878</id><published>2009-02-20T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:30:49.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office office'/><title type='text'>The Thank you Email</title><content type='html'>When I joined my work place..I had mixed emotions...which gradually changed to something of utmost hatred..&lt;br /&gt;Times passed and eventually,I started liking the place where I work.Well,there are a lot of factors to it..I have a role change..which is likeable..my manager and I are more like on the same level...and its one kind of a case where the manager works more than the subordinates...so kinda feels nice too.....the team I have is good fun to work with .. then there are  &lt;a href="http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-am-hiatus.html"&gt;morning meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;and then there are times like this when I get emails of the sort,which keep me absolutely thrilled...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks for your patients in listening the demo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Please find the attached excel sheet with the spread details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Couldn't ask for more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1741612197671955747-3937462875692734878?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/3937462875692734878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=3937462875692734878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3937462875692734878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/3937462875692734878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-email.html' title='The Thank you Email'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4743936228045989541</id><published>2009-02-13T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:33:37.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world around us'/><title type='text'>Of love...and life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crpareek%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I claim to understand a lot of things in life…and then there is love..!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not about any of my romantic dreams,or&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some beautiful book I read..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not even about my perceptions on love..and nor of others…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its just &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about how I wonder when &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people lose their mind in the wrong way when they are in love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a friend at my workplace.Nice and sweet guy and truly, madly deeply in love with this girl who stays in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.They have known each other for ages…. and finally started seeing each other a couple of years &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back…and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all this while the relationship has been long distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So,everyday at lunch time I would be bombarded with their long love filled stories,and I used to feel terrible that two people who were so much in love couldn’t be together.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He would plan nice little ,big ,huge surprises for her everyday..and when he was not working,we all knew where to find him..He would always be in the pantry talking to his sweetheart.We all totally loved having him around….and he would give us all reasons to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He would often come home and we would strum the guitar and sing on for hours while &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vin &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;recorded our amateur performances…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He and Vin gelled along like brothers…and I kept getting my cooking lessons from his mother..And a thousand miles away from home,it indeed was &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a little family situation we were a part of…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But some how gradually I noticed that the sweet smiling boy had started getting jittery about little things. He would often  get finicky, and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weird .He was thinking a lot, was always on the phone and eventually &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;started taking a lot of leaves too...Initially I presumed it was his back that kept troubling him like&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the old &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;times..On a few occasions me n Vin went to visit him over,his parents seemed distressed … but they would still try n be the merry people that they are… And some how things didn’t seem right..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally after a gap of 2 weeks, he came to work...and as we caught up for lunch, he told me..”Rich&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am leaving”..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t quite understand what he meant by that…but on closer look at him,I knew what he meant .He was quitting the job to go &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....to go and be with his lady love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I first thought he had finally got a job in Dubai and was moving there,when he told me that he didn’t have a job…and was going there to look for one…I was shocked..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew..and so did he…that in the pathetic market situation like this, where people were being thrown out of their jobs &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;,he had taken a huge risk by &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quitting a well paying job…only because his girl friend felt that he didn’t want to be with her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked him if he had thought about what he was doing?The answer to which was,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I cant let her be alone….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was pretty shocked again… because I knew she lived there with her family..and was in no way all alone and by her self…But I knew that he had made up his mind and as expected ,all that I was trying to explain seemed gibberish to him.As the conversation proceeded… I kept thinking on what caused such a wise guy to do something so foolish …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you are an only child..and your parents have retired…I guess there is a huge sense of responsibility and in those situations,if a person,who is incidentally a good friend too…makes such decisions,you cant do anything but feel helpless at the irony of the situation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So finally,he applied for a 1 week leave( he  finally listened to me and did not resign),and left for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The very same &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;week,came a shocker at &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;our workplace,when about 100 people were fired as a part of the cost cutting measure by the company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The process was simple,the people who were to be fired were called in for a meeting by their respective managers,and while they were being given the notice of termination,all their access were revoked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I don’t know why I was really scared about the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I informed my friend &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about the situation,who by then was pretty happy being in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;..and making up for all the years he lost out on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew once gone,he was not coming back until he had a job in his hand…and that’s how it has been till date&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its been 4 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weeks since he’s gone;he hasn't called  his manager to inform him of reasons on why he’s not back yet..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is still struggling to get &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a job there …and its unlikely that he will…because the ever flourishing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt; too is in shambles of the Recession...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning,he pinged me to tell me that he couldn’t connect to the vpn…he couldn’t access his outlook…his accesses were revoked…I tried talking to the IT guys,but I was directed to his manager,who seemed totally cold whe I went to him to talk…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t know what to do…I don’t even know whats happening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some how I don’t  feel  sorry for the state he is in..he asked for what he has got…But I do feel really sad for all that has happened..and I so wish I could reverse it completely..I wish I could make him think sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And in the middle of it..all I can remember is a saying…”people rise in love”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; ..And then I wonder why that girl,for whom he took so many pains,didn't understand that just because of her own selfish interests,she  made him lose out on a lot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I wonder why…even after all this, he hasn’t got a lesson..to rectify his mistakes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;..and why he is not thinking of his parents who he has left all alone here…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…why is he so blinded by the cursory illusions of fame,power and quick  money…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just a person in my life who I came across...I am sure there are so many  other people like that..who do not rise in love..but get drowned..who do not realise a lot of things untill they have messed them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been through that phase too...but before I could lose myself in my own shadow,I came out of it..But then not everyone gets that chance in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder why…when in love ,you are so blinded that you don’t realize your wrongs…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder …..if it is  really love…or just the illusion of it..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4743936228045989541?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4743936228045989541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4743936228045989541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4743936228045989541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4743936228045989541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-loveand-life.html' title='Of love...and life..'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8826378236033134994</id><published>2009-01-16T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:14:31.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The 7 am hiatus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok so I know I have been hibernating for so long that most of the people have even forgotten that I ever existed….and now that I have had a long enough break, I so hope that I will have something to write about on a more regular basis.Well..i am back…and this time for the good…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,while I had been spending my time away from the blog world, it really wasn’t for the good…The generally &lt;a href="http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-first-day-at-work.html"&gt;jobless&lt;/a&gt; me was overloaded and bombarded with work...Well I know I should be happy that I finally got some work after months of boredom in my office, but the saddest part was that the work that I eventually got to work on was more boring than the non work that I didn’t have…Alright…Yeah…it’s kind of confusing…so be it...I never understood it anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past one month, I have been living with meetings. Meetings that start at 7...and end only when I am on the verge of collapsing...I start my day with one...and of course end it too with a couple of them to haunt me through the night.Well for those who know me, they also know for the fact that my mornings don’t begin before 11.All the 4 years of college, I could never make it for the first two lectures; In Gurgaon, mornings started at 10, but this new job wasn’t too emphatic with my state.… and with much difficulty, (and umpteen efforts for 6 months), I finally clocked my self to get up at 8 and somehow reach office by 10,an achievement that my family celebrated for quite a few days. As days went by, I started getting adjusted to my 8 am mornings, and suddenly one evening as I was comfortably sitting on the easy chair planning my next meal, I got a sms from my manager.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, my manager deserves another post to be written about since mentioning her in just a few lines would be a injustice to her kind of a personality.So, I will make sure that my coming posts do talk about her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming back to the discussion, I got a message from her, stating that there is a review meeting scheduled for 7 am the next morning. I was aghast!!! What was she thinking,7 am is no time. It was almost midnight…I read the message again,and again..and when I realized that the words were just as I was reading them,and didn’t appear to change,I called her to confirm if she really had lost it completely. Talk about being curt, she wasn’t even apologetic for calling me on such unruly hours…and I knew I didn’t have a choice but to go.Vin tried to console me by saying that it wouldn’t happen again, and just once I could manage it…and so  I did and the rest is just history……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But such is the irony of life... that fateful, horrendous and freaking day marked the beginning of a never ending torture on me.And now,I reach office at 6:45 am…attend meetings till 4 pm,and end up getting yelled at for not giving any work stats reports which should be out by 4 pm anyways.And so, the poor me has been juggling with trying to please one and all…and getting nowhere.To make things better(read worse..Iam in my sarcastic mode), 3 of my super bosses are on a visit to the India office .So this lady(lets call her V) has taken a step further to leave no stone unturned to impress each one of them.Dont know how many are impressed, but the whole process has surely killed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, one of these fateful meeting days of mine, I was struggling with discussions since 7 am. It was already 1230, and along with being hungry, I was damn sleepy and yawning shamelessly (well not really, I was trying really hard to control it…) as the VP was addressing us. I don’t know if everyone can relate to the pain of being hungry and sleepy at the same time, but it surely is a deadly combo for me.And right when I was on the verge of getting stoned, this fun loving VP(lets call him C) of ours decided to have some fun session, and he wanted our feedback on whatever nonsense he was trying to utter.Me being me,thought I could really get away by trying and being moderately responsive and sleeping with eyes wide open…And so it began..the discussion on Perception…C was trying really hard to sound like a cool guy (at 50, he is neither cool, nor funny,and the least interesting)..&lt;br /&gt;C:-So guys, lets talk about perception and how we can turn our perceptions into a world class thought process of a world class team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;While everyone raised their hands like 5 year old nursery kids, I was still trying to get back to my senses...and trying to understand what he was really talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;C-So Richa, you look contemplative..lets start with you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; “(Huh..why me?I don’t even know what you are asking..contemplative…man..Iam dying of lack of sleep..and im starving all in an effort to tolerate your nonsense.…and you call me contemplative….!!!grrrrrrrrrrr!!!!)”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some gibberish that I uttered,somehow saved me from being caught red handed in my sleeping act.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;C:-Great Richa…so now let’s hear you all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phew..….Some more futile and silly questions later…..as we dug in deeper to understand what Perception meant…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;C:-Ok guys, how many of you have been to the US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voila…I was safe here..I grinned and grinned ,I have never been to the mighty US..and there was no way he could have directed the question to me..and so I fell back and started to go back to my relaxation mode..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone else was looking at each other,so it was obvious that none had been…V was observing everyone in the meantime in a hope that some one will raise a hand..and when no one did,she decided to volunteer&lt;strong&gt;.(No matter how sleepy I was,I could bet,she had never been there…and she was faking…)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;C:-Ok V…so Can you tell me what do they mean when they have 55 MPH written on their expressways.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now,this was getting interesting,and I woke up to see the most priceless expression I have seen on some ones face.She didn’t know..and it was evident.But now that she was trapped in her own oversmart move,she didn’t have a choice.So ,after an initial hiccup,she started to speak…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;C:-“It means the same like it means here in India,It is ofcourse the maximum speed limit and it means that people cant go beyond 55 mph and the difference between US and India is that people there follow rules”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems that she went a little wrong with her overboard answer..I didn’t know until C got uncomfortable with her silly answer.and suggested that it really was the other way around..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And as C continued the discussion with how 55 mph means the minimum speed limit and not the maximum, there she was…embarrassed…and irritated ofcourse…and as she tried to confirm that she meant the same… I burst out in a laughter(to my amusement,everyone felt that I was coughing…as they passed me a glass of water)…I finally had a jump start to the rest of the day….What happened to her…?Well she hasn’t raised her hand for any of the questions till date..I guess she will take some time to gather her thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to me after that…well..I got a new manager..The 7 am meetings continue…but this time..I am not complaining…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.:-I realized that this is my first post of 2009…16 days since the new years went by…And that just reminds me that I am yet to make my new year resolutions for 2009...I have already started Contemplating..contemplation is good for me...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happpy New Year…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8826378236033134994?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/8826378236033134994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=8826378236033134994' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8826378236033134994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8826378236033134994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-am-hiatus.html' title='The 7 am hiatus...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2183370415676510264</id><published>2008-12-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:49:12.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A little short of words:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SU05-VnHnHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/59dD574vtF8/s1600-h/Proxi_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SU05-VnHnHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/59dD574vtF8/s320/Proxi_award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281941681091353714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so I am finally out of my long hibernation..and even though Im still suffering from a major writer's block(talk about self obsession,I already consider myself a writer...;)),Im writing this post as I have been given an award by Urv...:)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks buddy for atleast bringing me out of the dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hereby pass on this award to my dear friends at the blogger world...a few new..and a few who have stuck by through the passing years:)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rajeekhushi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nidhi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://chirpyparo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Priyanka&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://2nfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toonfactory&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://akashspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akash&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://thearmyguyspeaks.wordpress.com/"&gt;The army guy&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preeti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse Urv..I dont know how good is the idea of giving back the award to the awardee..but then u deserve it too:)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all of you like me who will not understand what this means.. here goes the full description(courtesy Urv...:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Blogs that receive this award are 'exceeding charming'. This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY-nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a simple my kinda language..it simply means this..&lt;br /&gt;"For all the charming blogger friends of mine..who are wonderful bloggers..and more wonderful friends too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio guys...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will soon have something to write about:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2183370415676510264?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2183370415676510264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2183370415676510264' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2183370415676510264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2183370415676510264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-short-of-words.html' title='A little short of words:)'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/SU05-VnHnHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/59dD574vtF8/s72-c/Proxi_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5931730154446298986</id><published>2008-11-27T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:10:37.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world around us'/><title type='text'>Yet again...!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I sat at Shivanis house and surfed channels, I got a dose of another bomb blast,at Mumbai…The last blast in Mumbai happened in the year 1993.This was when Mr. Dawood Ibrahim was the reason behind this havoc, this inhuman act against the good people of India.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it seems to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“The Indian Mujahideen”&lt;/span&gt; who have created this wave of horror on our beloved city of blinding lights.&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and seethe, no tremble, no confront,  anger!!! My country has become the playground of some misled idiots who believe that paradise is around the corner, yes once you kill a few good people. No disrespect to the prophet, may he rest where/what state he is in, but there is more to this Life …than killing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in our Constitution, in what our forefathers formulated  on the 15th of August 1947 when we gained our freedom from repression, from slavery, from FEAR!!! I believe that the great warriors of our nation believed in a strong India, in a new India. But, I doubt if they were alive today they would have been even slightly pleased. I look at the so called “Heads” of our governments who sit in their posh houses surrounded with Z securities,to pass rulings which hurt no one but you and me,while the common man is dying of terror attacks. Vote bank politics, fighting over who is the leader of the “Minority”, fighting (literally…we have seen it) with each other in the lower house of parliament….Leaders?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the job which they have been asked to do??? Were they not supposed to help this country grow??? Make our great nation into what it is destined to be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to today!! I wonder if we are safe enough from this mindless violence?? These buggers walked into the Taj Hotel, unnoticed, unquestioned armed with AK-47’s and grenades????? Man that makes my blood boil. Who is responsible for the safety of the city, of the 120 (accounted for on television and 300+ in reality) dead in the mayhem. Are those idiots who are sitting in the parliament done with their “COMMITTEES”? Or they still want to  DISCUSS things so that they don’t lose their votes in the upcoming elections.&lt;br /&gt;One British national has died in the attacks and the British government is in uproar. Every attack in the history of terrorism in India leads to hundreds dying, and what does our great government do: discuss issues in committees!!&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we are not some country who has existed since 4000 BC to be facing  this day because of these incapable jerks( read- politicians)!!! Today,when I opened the rediff.com to check the news related to the blasts,there it was…an advertisement for Sheila Dixit’s congress campaign!!! That’s the  so called competent MEDIA of this nation..one of the largest in the world,yet indifferent…and all set to mint some more money.Switch on the radio…and you get to hear the RJ talking about benefits of Carpooling in Bangalore..Yes..it disgusts me…to no extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they going to give to the brave ATS guys who died.. and the hundred  innocent others…? A pension, A cheque for 5 Lacs, A bravery award?? Why are they even dead??Just because they decided to protect common people like you and me…just because they were a tad more patriotic than us?&lt;br /&gt;I am ANGRY!!! I am LIVID!!! What do I do??? What do all of us do?sit and probably write some more of these posts…crib over the coffee sessions…and then forget about it in a few days?Today the youth..US.. make up 70% of our population. We are the projected new hope of India. Yet what are you, me, and every single youth of India doing??? Nothing..!&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am sounding like just another cribber, who sits in his plush office and cribs, what can we do?? This country has  surely gone for a toss and I would rather leave India and live in the serene surroundings of Switzerland!! Yes,this is what all of us think..and this is the choice we make between improving the state of this country..or enjoying our lives..  I don’t doubt we are the most patriotic people ever in this history, we believe in dedication of Bhagat Singh, in the vision of Sardar Patel, in the might of Subhash Chandra Bose. But what do we do today????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is answerable??? I say the politicians.They say the Intelligence,(even the opposition) But sadly, it really is a vicious circle. We are the ones who  somewhere are also responsible,simply because we don’t care.We don’t vote,and let one hoarde after the other set of useless ministers get into power and learn to IGNORE.What has our education taught us..and what really is the difference between us and  the lakhs of uneducated young men who come in big numbers to support the politician rallies,in a hope to get a square meal for the day,absolutely nothing. And today, I blame everyone ,including myself…and members of my family too, I blame them because I don’t want my country to end this way,I don’t want ruthless and unwanted killings…I want all of us to work towards a peaceful India..an INDIA…which our great freedom fighters left to us..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to live the dream they died for!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blog…I never have, this is just a siphon, for my anger, my frustration, my &lt;br /&gt;disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:-That's Vin..and his thoughts on the Carnage In Mumbai...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5931730154446298986?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5931730154446298986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5931730154446298986' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5931730154446298986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5931730154446298986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-again.html' title='Yet again...!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8048760143446408097</id><published>2008-11-14T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:54:48.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>A song for friends:)</title><content type='html'>This is one song which I have been playing on my ipod on the repeat mode for days:)&lt;br /&gt;Its one song that made me dedicate it to all my friends everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I make Vin dance with me every time it is played(and trust me he does it really cutely...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its the best song written for friends(I am sure its not)..but its just such a happy song that every time I hear it..it makes me genuinely happy..brings me to my dancing mode(which by the way is pathetic)..and smiling..a smile for all my buddies who have been with me through all phases of my life..and which makes me adore them all...to no extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is to all my friends..&lt;br /&gt;This song goes out to all of you..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tu hai toh tedi medi rahe,ulti pulti baatein&lt;br /&gt;Seedhi lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh jhoote moote vaade,dushman ke iraade&lt;br /&gt;Sache lagte hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo dil mein taare vaare de jaga&lt;br /&gt;Woh tu hi hai, tu hi hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo rote rote de hassa&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi hai wahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun dil janta hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun  dil janta hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saari duniya ek taraf hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ek taraf hai hum&lt;br /&gt;Har khushi toh, dur bhage&lt;br /&gt;Mil rahe hai gum&lt;br /&gt;But when you smile for me&lt;br /&gt;World seems all right&lt;br /&gt;Yeh meri zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Pal mein hi khil jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun  dil jantha hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun dil jantha hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chhote chhote kuch palon ka&lt;br /&gt;Dostana yeah&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun ab lag raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Jaana maana yeah&lt;br /&gt;Coz when you smile for me&lt;br /&gt;World seems alright&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sare pal yahin&lt;br /&gt;Yun hi tham se jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun  dil janta hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For Reference:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Song:-Jaane Kyu&lt;br /&gt;Movie -Dostana(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..&lt;br /&gt;A very Happy Children's Day to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Live that child within you today...and everyday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8048760143446408097?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/8048760143446408097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=8048760143446408097' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8048760143446408097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8048760143446408097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-for-friends.html' title='A song for friends:)'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7486034389429179657</id><published>2008-11-10T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:18:47.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><title type='text'>The food debate!</title><content type='html'>Me and Vin are always at loggerheads when it comes to food habits...To be precise,he hardly minds what I eat..and I mind almost everything that he eats...&lt;br /&gt;As fate would have it,two people who are the complete opposite of each other are now married...and while every other difference in our traits is positive and makes our marriage rock,food is something which we can never agree upon...and it often brings us to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I-am-not-talking-to-you&lt;/span&gt; situation(obviously the person not talking is me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things clear,he is an absolute non vegetarian,and I am an animal lover,an almost PETA activist,and a huge supporter of vegetarianism..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways..this sunday afternoon, we were lazing around in the house.Vin managed to sprain his back while ironing his jeans and thus all weekend plans were restricted to the 4 walls of the house..and I didnt mind it too much since i was spared the pain of dressing up!&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation progressed and digressed in the following way:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:-Iam too lazy to make dinner...can we order in something&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-(twinkle in the eye)-yeah..why not...so what are we ordering?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You decide..I want to eat something exotic..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-How about a Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Pizza is not exotic..Pizza is our almost every third day food...&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Then you decide..&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Hmmmm..I cant decide for you ..all u eat is ghaas foos&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh..tats not ghaas foos..I eat healthy food..&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Yeah,double cheese margharita,garlic bread with extra cheese,florentine,,,sounds deliciously healthy...&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Atleast I am a vegetarian!&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Yeah,I mean just so you are scared of putting on weight,you avoid the          delicacies of life...I know not everyone is lucky to be fit!&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh..Non veg food is no delicacy..I dont get kicks out of killing someone for my so called delicacy&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-But I dont kill them...they are already dead when I am having them&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Watever..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion was terminated and the topic was changed to discuss the movie we wanted to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile as he was watching Matrix for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;n+1th&lt;/span&gt; time,I was working on editing some videos sent by the volunteers of PFA on how rashly the poor little creatures were treated by people.Noticing that I was not watching his favorite movie with him the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;n-1th&lt;/span&gt; time..vin peeped into my laptop to see what I was so deeply lost in..&lt;br /&gt;The next moment,the grinning vin was seriously watching the screen of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty moved  and traumatized by the whole thing...and for rest of the day didn't really argue over the superiority of non vegetarian cuisine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I was engrossed in watching Tom and Jerry..when suddenly vin announced&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I decided"&lt;br /&gt;Me:-what?&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-I am quitting non veg food!&lt;br /&gt;Me:-(Wide eyed,flabbergasted,shocked,surprised and elated..and blah blah)Really?&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Yeah,I m really moved by what I saw..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-(Wow..)but then vin are you sure you can leave it all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Iam dead sure..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-ohh..thats wonderful,I knew you would understand some day.&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-Yeah,I have even planned my diet now&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Woow..Tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin(Ear to ear grin):-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From now onwards I will only have Boiled chicken,fish and other sea food.As for the rest of the delicacies,I will have them only once in a week or two...and for the rest,I will be a vegetarian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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debate!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7673704434355084161</id><published>2008-11-06T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:17:18.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><title type='text'>Musically Yours!!</title><content type='html'>I took a self Tag from Sayesha..even though its not been over a month since my last post..&lt;br /&gt;But I feel,I needed it to get out f the Karzzzzz mania engulfing me for quite some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on Shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write the song name no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;4. After you've answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and let them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my data base of songs has all possible songs...from old ones..to new ones...to english numbers...so the results are pretty dramatic:-)&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says "Is this okay?", you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kyun aaj kal neend kam khwab zyada hai&lt;br /&gt;lagta khuda ka koi nek iraada hai.&lt;br /&gt;kal that fakeer aaj dil shehzada hai&lt;br /&gt;lagta khuda ka koi nek iraada hai..&lt;br /&gt;kya mujhe pyar hai!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(God bless the poor soul asking the question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dil kya kehta hai mera kya main bataoon,&lt;br /&gt;tum ye samjhoge shayad main pagal hoon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No body told me it feels so good..no bosdy told me u'll be so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;no body warned me about your smile...&lt;br /&gt;u'r the night,u'r the light when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;..im color blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(huh!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's my life ,It's now or never &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said ,I did it my way &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live while I'm alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Ahhhaaaa-niceness!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;behta hai man kahi,kaha jaante nahi&lt;br /&gt;koi rok le yahi&lt;br /&gt;bhage re mann kahi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nahi saamne tu,ye alag baat hai&lt;br /&gt;mere saath hai tu ,mere paas hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(whoa...this is a dream come true!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tum ho to,gaata hai dil..&lt;br /&gt;tum nahi to geet kaha&lt;br /&gt;tum ho to hai sab haasil,tum nahi to kya hai yaha&lt;br /&gt;tum ho to hai sapno ke jaisa haseen ek sama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(so true-each word of this song can be sung for them i guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tu hi to meri dost hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(huh!!!watever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haan,hai koi to wajah&lt;br /&gt;jo jeene ka maza yu aane laga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(maths jaae bhaad mein:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na hai ye paana,na khona hi hai&lt;br /&gt;tera na hona ,jane kyun hona hi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(true to some extent!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tu Jaha..main waha..&lt;br /&gt;sang sang yu chalu tere jaise tera aasman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(aww this is awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe the sun should never set upon an argument&lt;br /&gt;I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands&lt;br /&gt;I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you&lt;br /&gt;I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do&lt;br /&gt;I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;I believe that trust is more important than monogamy&lt;br /&gt;I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is worth more than money or gold&lt;br /&gt;I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair&lt;br /&gt;I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love surviving death into eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Couldnt help but put the entire song...its just so APT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;P.S-Affirmation by savage garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rock DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;akele hain...to kya gham hai&lt;br /&gt;chahe to hamare bas mein kya nahi&lt;br /&gt;as ek zara,saath ho tera:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(wooow...i love this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(not fair-can i change this one!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pappu cant dance saala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(hehehe-i surely cant dance for nuts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kya yahi pyar hai&lt;br /&gt;bin tere dil kahi lagta nahi....waqt guzarta nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(huh...pyar kisse?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aasman hai neela kyu,paani geela geela kyun&lt;br /&gt;socha hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ugh...watever-wonder why there r no songs on books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tu Bin bataye,mujhe le chal kahi&lt;br /&gt;jaha tu muskuraye,meri manzil wahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ahhha...vin listening?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wheres the party tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(hehehe so true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What should you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;25 minutes too late:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think about this tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kabhi kabhi aditi,zindagi mein koi apna lagta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(yuck...!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...it didnt really turn out to be so apt..but it sure was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;and so...to continue the fun&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chirpy&lt;br /&gt;Nidhi&lt;br /&gt;Akash(coz he hasnt written in a long time)&lt;br /&gt; and who ever else hasnt had some fun in the past few days:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio guys..&lt;br /&gt;Bring some music to life...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7673704434355084161?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4265460779512234446</id><published>2008-10-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:34:57.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinsel Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>After effects of Karzzzz</title><content type='html'>Sigh!!!Sigh!!!Sigh!!!Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im sighing a lot as I write this post...&lt;br /&gt;probably this is what one does when he/she is facing a social/public/colleague/family/ and so on and so forth boycott!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes..I have been boycotted for having watched Karzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why that though..Its not that that I am a Himesh loyalist who had been sitting upright waiting for the release of this movie and had made super pre booking to watch the first day first show..or i was listening to the Tandoori nights song in the repeat mode on my ipod..or i had downloaded the video of the songs of karzzzz on my ipod and was watching them throughout my day..&lt;br /&gt;No!!I did none of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a common girl..who was anxious to see this crazy melodrama which was unfolding on a friday and had the biggest hooligan in the india movie world!!&lt;br /&gt;I was just anxious to know how he decided to step into Rishi Kapoors shoes and try to be Monty..and above all..&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to see what this Himesh Reshammia craze is all about..!!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt force anyone to go with me..I just asked Vin and Shivani when they were on their 5th beer each,,,if they wanted to watch the movie..and they willingly agreed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and here is what all three of us have gone through in the week post Karzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Office(mine):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I get  oh-u-strange-woman-to-have-watched-karzzzz looks from people in my team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only 2 friends in office dont want to be seen in public with me..their conversations with me have gone up strangely..i think they find me amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-my friend yells HimRich whenever he sees me in office-the others have followed suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager now totally believes that im taking a free salary home and m a good for nothing dumb delhi chick who does not work will go to any extent to watch a movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Office(vin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He gets a Oh-You-Loser-You-Went-For-Karzzzz looks..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His team finds him amusing and hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends have found a bakra to crack jokes at..and Vin has to oblige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he tries to make fun of some one he gets the Oh-Shut up-Atleast-I-Dont-Go-For-Karzzzz-like-You looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the reaction he gets when he comments on how funny are the lyrics of the song from Yuvraaj-"Yeah right..as if you know what good taste is..you went for Karzzzz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Office(Shivani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The most common statement she has come across in the past one week is"Ohh Really..you went for Karzzzz"(rolling eyes and smirk follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hides with embarrassment when people comment on how can people watch Karzzzz to make it a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common friends have made statements like"We cant believe you actually went for the movie with Richa-she cant do that..nor can you..whats with you girls!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it hasnt mattered a lot to me since people around me anyways have always known that I am a nut..the public reactions have taken Vin and Shivani and ofourse a few of my very close friends by shock..and here is the summary of what people have told me in this past one week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shivani:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I will never go for any movie with you..even if it stars John,or George clooney or anyone who we have a common crush on!!never...never...never!!"&lt;br /&gt;"You make me look like a Himesh fan..I hate you for it!!"&lt;br /&gt;"This is what you give me after 12 years of friendship..a public embarrassment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think she was overwhelmed by monty's mom in the movie Karzzzz")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"No..you cant touch that remote..and dont even try!!"&lt;br /&gt;"My hair is in a funny state-coz of you"&lt;br /&gt;"I am not going for any movie with you..please find some one who has a filthy taste in movies like you!!"&lt;br /&gt;"First you drag me for the movie..and then you tell the whole world that i went with you..I will never forgive you for the embarrassment you have given me in this one week!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;these are the messages on my wall on facebook-public enough for everyone to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey..I heard you went for Karzzzz..are you jobless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Tripathi... wat is this that I am hearing about you .. Man u r so jobless ...U actually went to see KARZZZ .. and dragged 2 poor innocent souls along ....God ...!!! and i heard you are totally in love with HIMESH and Mr. tripathi is feeling insecure about ur divine love now ...LOLZ ...&lt;br /&gt;Kindle give updates!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am disowning you today-I cant believe you went for Karzzzz,,how jobless are you woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw!!!!u went for it..my gawd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really..cant believe it..whats with you woman!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My mom-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"huh...tum Karzzzz dekhne kaise chali gai..when I ask you to watch old hindi movies you royally rfuse ..and here you went for this one...are you alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vin's mom:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You guys actually went for it....is everything ok..are u guys so bored in bangalore..come back to jaipur"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vin's dad(this was a shocker for Vin)&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Vin..you cant torture my daughter like this by taking her to random movies..this is not what i epxect of u..dare u do this the next time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"haha..vin sure has a funny hair do..why did u take him for karzzzz"&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are daring man..u went for Karzzzz...Vin your hair look funny..is it the Karzzzz effect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so for the belief that i was a Himesh loyalist and one of the many people responsible for making him what he is today by listening to his crappy songs..I have had to set my status messages like "Im not a Himesh Fan" to try and suppress the revolt that has surged upon me from all angles..&lt;br /&gt;and amidst all this chaos..its my father who supports me like always..by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I am proud of you..you sat through it and are still normal!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast my dad understands me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4265460779512234446?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2453933429948200561</id><published>2008-10-20T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:31:07.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinsel Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Tan..tananana Tanndoori Nights!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend is dedicated to a lot of gooooooood things(coming up soon)..but the most significant one is having had  the pleasure of watching the much awaited and much hyped KARZZZZ..in Inox,back rows..with 3 tubs of popcorns,5 servings of French fries,some corn and cheese dumplings etc..etc(the etc was about all the in between the movie snacks to resist any shocks the movie may have provided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my random thoughts on the movie in no fixed order (sadly though  ...I should have taken a notepad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dino Morea agreed to look like Himesh bhai in his next birth-he surely is either very daring or is  having a terribly rough patch in life..!!Its ok Dino-we know you cant act for nuts.. and no one wants to give you movies…but then  that’s no way of punishing  yourself for something you cant help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know people of South Africa can be Crrrrazy about a guy who always wears open buttoned shirts n blazers in all this concerts..(Golden ones at that), has funnily weaved hair and an ugly stubble, pouts when he smiles. and sings hindi  songs with a constant one expression on his face- anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himani shivpuri must have been totally shaken to have played pseudo mother to a guy who is almost her age! Probably thats why she vents out the frustration by calling him”sone ke ande dene wali murgi”-(murga hi bol deti yaar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himesh looks more like the care taker of Raj Babbar than vice versa(talk about a sad adopted child!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best friend who meets Monty after ages(or atleast that’s what is shown) looks like a total loser(and acts like one too) is actually a doctor(Whoa!!he knew that his friend would be needing him!!best friends there—listening??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina comes from a catering school on a final assignment when she meets Monty for the first time-why the heck does she have to leave even before people have eaten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the random girl in the party clicking Tina’s pictures when she thinks that the song was for her n not Tina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty composes his songs on a Mac book sitting on the pool side amongst bikini babes! Talk about inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one technology savvy movie-Ravi Verma goes meeting her mother in a glider,Kamini murders Ravi verma by loosening  the fuel tank of the glider and jumping off the parachute( aila..that’s not even a  full murder!!),and sir Jooda has a digital speaking arm through which he communicates to his translator…PHEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know Monty was an explosive man-he burnt the entire glider with the touch of a half inch of his black t shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty’s mother surely gives away some emotionally high moments in the movie when she turns up after the plane crash dressed up in heavy make up and vents her anger on the kali maa(“tujhe meri mamta ka karz chukana hoga!!,tune meri kokh banjar kari hai..tujhe mera karz dena hoga…!!kaisi maa hai tu!!!)-I had tears in my eyes..o was laughing like a maniac obviously to have received the i-will-kill-you looks from Himesh loyalists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every character, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, in Karzzzz have the best anti-aging  and anti fattening cosmetics at their disposal. You are helpfully given ‘then and now’ transitions of brand ambassador Urmila Matondkar as proof.And believe me theres not even the slightest difference even after 25 long years!! None of the characters manage an extra wrinkle, or an extra inch. I want whatever they are having!I want..I want..I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the part where Urmila does not remove Dino’s huge picture from her bedroom wall even after she has known the her husband has been reincarnated to Himesh-Talk about the shock of having a husband like Dino to have transformed to Himesh-poor thing..must have thought…kaash itna bura accident na krwaya hota…shayad shakal sudhar ke aati is janam mein bhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did not know 50 year old women could drive the glider and attempt murder at the same time with such finesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina  is such an important person in the story line…after all our man is completely and unquestioningly smitten by her and goes all the way to Kenya to find her… It must be some sort-of an art to make the object of ‘true love’ a bystander whose primary function is to lick ice-creams and go on a soft toy fetish. She just exists. Damn, she doesn’t even bother to offer support when the man of her life has disclosed the inner turmoil he’s going through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering on whats wrong with Shweta(a.k.a Tina)-is it that her eyes don’t suit her face..or her face not suiting her eyes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Monty faint like a woman everytime he encounters a shock…and how is it that he makes sure he drops slowly and at the right angles without getting hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masha-Alla CANT EVER BE Dard-e-dil…but then I guess we can give the credit to the people involved in the song here..For the beauty of Dard e dil we had the ever amazing Rishi Kapor and for the horror of Masha Allah-we have our very own Himesh bhai and his oh no girl friend…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indra kumar is a gutsy man.After giving Madhuru Dixit some of the biggest hits for her career-he had the daring to lauch his daughter with Himesh bhai…no no..not as his daughter…but his girl friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty was supposed to narrate the story of his love with Kamini through the final song-ek Haseena thi…I was still looking for one till the end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know of the pouting talent of Urmila-though she had the toughest competition from Himesh here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks equally old  if not more even after 25 years!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know Himesh bhai was just 25 years of age..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all the USP of the movie remains the wonderful,magnificent and superbly laudable  song &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tandoori Nights&lt;/span&gt;-I don’t know what is more amazing in the song-the competition of pouts between Himesh and Urmila,the sassy (read”crappy”)dance moves or the love for the club-Himesh bhai kudos to you-Club itna acha laga ki poora gana uspe likh daala!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I  was throughly enthralled(read-traumatized) in  this master piece through every bit,I had Vin and Shivani who couldn’t bear this piece of art…so much so that  after the hangover of 5 pints beer each and the movie-they were found sleeping till 4 pm the next day..while Shivani has threatened to end all relations with me for emotionally blackmailing her to watch the movie with me..Vin has gone quiet and numb..and all he can do when he hears the Himesh songs is shriek in agony n pain…Himesh bhai.. now this is whats  totally “Aapka suroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:-As we got up from our seats after the movie was over,I saw a man sitting on the other side of the rows..i guess he had fainted..and his friends were trying to bring him back to senses..I just hope that wasn’t the movie’s impact…or else my friends n vin will surely disown me some time soon for putting their lives in danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly,frankly,honestly speaking..if you are suffering from a problem of not having laughed like nuts…and need a therapy…&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GO FOR&lt;/span&gt; Karzzzz…it may have been promoted as a vengeance based thriller.. but to me it worked better than any other laugh riot claimer...and as of now..im still facing the after effects of The hilarious comedy i watched over the weekend...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2453933429948200561?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2453933429948200561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2453933429948200561' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2453933429948200561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2453933429948200561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/10/tantananana-tanndoori-nights.html' title='Tan..tananana Tanndoori Nights!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5451116981836334753</id><published>2008-10-14T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:15:41.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>One fine day...</title><content type='html'>I wrote this yesterday..but due to sheer procrastination...it is coming here today...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hilarious day..&lt;br /&gt;Two of my closest friends called me to say that last night they dreamt about me..and i was thrilled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets call them J n T&lt;br /&gt;So J pings me and T pings me too at the same time(G talk zindabad...!!) here are the excerpts of the conversation one after the other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;J: guess what .. i dreamt about you last night &lt;br /&gt;Me:-Woow…that’s sweet..&lt;br /&gt;J:-yeah..imagine this..we are friends for around 10 years now..and this is the first time I dreamt about you..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-well yeah..thats sweet..so what was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:-Actually it was about Vin to be honest..you just came through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Me:-  (All the more touched…my friend dreams about both of us)..really…tell…tell&lt;br /&gt;J:- I dreamt that  vinay is having an extramarital affair&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh..thats interesting..and with who?&lt;br /&gt;J:- Well I ‘ll leave it on u to guess it now..u guess it right and I treat you..or else you take me to Geoffereys when we are in Jaipur..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-A…B…C…(names not disclosed..ofcourse on privacy terms)&lt;br /&gt;J: - Huh..no none..&lt;br /&gt;A lot more trying and senseless conversation later..I decided I didn’t want the treat..&lt;br /&gt;Me:- Ok I give up..&lt;br /&gt;J: with a iccha dhari dolphin&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin..i mean..out of all things a dolphin…I mean…(I was aghast…)&lt;br /&gt;Me:- J%%*$*$ @#$%&amp;$#&lt;br /&gt;u make my husband have an affair with  a dolphin out of all things?I love Dolphins ok!!&lt;br /&gt;what an imagination!!&lt;br /&gt;kudos to u!&lt;br /&gt;J: haan.. as in i saw a woman but the moment it saw me.. it turned into a dolphin..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Wow..thats amazing..and then..&lt;br /&gt;J:-Well Vin pleaded me not to tell u about it..since he really loved the dolphin…&lt;br /&gt;And my heart went out to them…&lt;br /&gt;Me:-….reading in anticipation…&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly u arrived on the scene..and oh and u later killed it&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh!!&lt;br /&gt;what did u eat before u went to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;it really isnt a normal dream&lt;br /&gt;J: khichdee&lt;br /&gt;oh I was amused when i woke up..its really funny isn’t it..imagine Vin with a Dolphin…!!it even rhymes...see...vin with a Dolphin..!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: im amused now&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;J: thora dramatic ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;though i wish u hadnt killed it&lt;br /&gt;Me :- huh…why?!!&lt;br /&gt;J: we couldv made millions on it&lt;br /&gt;Me:- im out of words J..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously..this conversation happened with T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;T:-Hi moti&lt;br /&gt;Me:- Hi T..hows u?&lt;br /&gt;T :-know what..I dreamt about u last night..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-huh!!really..&lt;br /&gt;T:-Yeah..and it’s a disturbing dream..Pehle I thought not to tell you..but tu to best friend hai na...got to tell u..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-ohh..was I dying..?&lt;br /&gt;T:-No..it wouldn’t have been disturbing then na..it was something else..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Kya?&lt;br /&gt;T:-You were having an extra marital affair..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh…really..wat animal is it?&lt;br /&gt;T:-animal..why animal baba..u r a human na..human hi tha…&lt;br /&gt;Me:-ohh thank god..&lt;br /&gt;T:-Haan..to listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Ur having an extra marital affair and ur husband gets to know..and he kills himself..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh!!!crap..&lt;br /&gt;Who was it?&lt;br /&gt;T:-you were having an affair with Vin..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-T……..I m married to Vin..you moron!!&lt;br /&gt;T:-Ya..i know..thats what is the disturbing part..i mean not ur married to vin..but u having an affair with him..i mean hope you understand..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-huh!!ok..and ..&lt;br /&gt;T:-So u have an extra marital with Vin..and ur giving dhoka to ur husband..who is in turn giving dhoka to u..but he thinks hes over smart...and has been getting away with it..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Huh..if we are both giving dhoka to each other..then why does my stupid husband goes ahead and kills himself..(confusion was at the pinnacle this time)&lt;br /&gt;T:-Yeah..but then he did..on reasons undisclosed..i mean it was a dream c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Wow..and who is he and whats disturbing about it..&lt;br /&gt;T:-The husband is Simba  moti..&lt;br /&gt;Me:-T..simba is a dog..your dog...how on earth can i have an affair with your dog!&lt;br /&gt;T:- thats what i told you..it was so disturbing..!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:- :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to do..i was in crazy splits and of course holding my head and wondering how can people even dream PJ's ...after listening to this mastermind work by two of my closest friends…&lt;br /&gt;when I told them about their respective dreams..there was a new discussion that took place..putting me in yet another trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to now decide whose dream was better..talk about humiliations..i had to decide which of the two humiliations was better!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse the discussion got serious since there are always comparisons and fights between J n T..the last one was on the fact that I wrote T’s testimonial before I did so for J..and it took me 1 month to convince her to accept the one i wrote for her(yeah..we are all grown ups and out of school..and hold respectable jobs too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was still recovering from the dreamy outbursts of my friends..&lt;br /&gt;I recieved this fraandship message on Facebook….&lt;br /&gt;For the sheer uniqueness of the message I still haven’t ignored the request…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hi Richa my self rahul from jaipur I am 23 year old handsome n carring boy…&lt;br /&gt;looking for friends in jaipur I am doing my own business I hv my own car CRV and like long drive n soft songs I like parties also&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in jaipur so want a friend like u who can feel my feelings&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna reply plz be positive I am waiting dear.......I just want frandship with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1741612197671955747-5451116981836334753?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5451116981836334753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5451116981836334753' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5451116981836334753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5451116981836334753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-589259766235476333</id><published>2008-09-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:21:02.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies of the Santa..'/><title type='text'>Fantasies of the Santa coming true</title><content type='html'>“Some thing tells me its beautiful out there”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog..and I named it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Santasizing..Fantasizing&lt;/span&gt;..no one really understood the reasons for the weird name..and it didnt matter then..&lt;br /&gt;when someone named me Santa long back..he did it on a purpose..I always wondered why I was the santa out of all the wonderful people in the world who really were santa like(i associated Santa only with the lovely gifts on christmas)..but since i loved the name a tad too much..i accepted it with complete elan and a big grin on my face..&lt;br /&gt;but as i grew up in my mind(or thats what i think!!)..and moved on in life..i realised the reason behind this funny little name..and thats when..i knew..i loved being the Santa..Santa to my family..and the kids in the house..and the little(and huge) pets of mine..and Santa to just about everyone who I loved..(and even not loved)..Soon the Santa Fantasized on a lot of things she wanted to really do in her life span here on this earth..&lt;br /&gt;and today..she has moved a step closer towards the fantasy that remains closest to her heart..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the acceptance to be a part of the core team at &lt;a href="http://www.pfabangalore.org/home/"&gt;PFA Bangalore(people for animals)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and this is when I can say that I am doing atleast some part of &lt;a href="http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-first-day-at-work.html"&gt;something what I really really want to…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was speaking to the manager at PFA…I felt a rush of excitement a joy rush down me…excitement  at the prospect of doing something for animals-a dream I nurtured for long..for knowing people who share the same passion as mine,,and for knowing people for who money is not everything to sustain..and people who really really have a heart to actually go out and do something and expect nothing in return..&lt;br /&gt;And it feels wonderful to take the very first steps towards it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all work for poor people. and their upliftment..and in all senses it’s a wonderful thing to do…but we never think about the animals… who cannot speak to us or understand us..but only love us unconditionally..&lt;br /&gt;And as some one said it correctly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;”our real heritage is not the big buildings we make..its the nature and the animals with who we must learn to co-exist”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Thursday I will be one of the core members for PFA team in Bangalore and we have an exciting agenda lined up…&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with the forest department,meeting with the Tata’s ,organizing a  wellness camp for all the stray,wounded,uncared for animals…creating new programs and arranging volunteers..organizing camps… and so much more…coz the work has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally im going to be around the beings I love the most-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;animals…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This indeed is  little sunshine coming out in the gloomy weather of Bangalore...&lt;br /&gt;...And so the Santa has decided to come out of hibernation finally...and begin the fun ride yet again..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas..here I come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-589259766235476333?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/589259766235476333/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-9207056386660128089</id><published>2008-09-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:52:50.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Im bored!!</title><content type='html'>Im bored..iam bored…im bored….bored bored bored..!!!bored...bored...bored!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days I have been essentially bored out of everything I do..or I don’t do..or I plan to do..or even things that I don’t plan to do.. and this syndrome took a sudden upswing last evening once I was done with my super yummy dinner of Rajma chawal..I got suddenly bored..&lt;br /&gt;Just as i finished the dinner..and was thinking on now what..I realised..i was bored..&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring it all..we decided on planning the coming long weekened which is finally here after the long wait..and in the process of planning some thing fun  for it..I got BORED…so bored that I realized I didn’t want to go anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;surprised by the sudden outcome of events..I thought sleeping would be the best thing..and so i dozed off..feeling bored ofcourse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up in the morning..not feeling fresh..but feeling bored..I headed for the daily chores…the breakfast(my fave meal of the day after dinner!!)..the  office and the office work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got  bored when I drove to work …bored of listening to the same old songs I have been listening to for so long..bored of facing the traffic and taking hours to reach office..which bored me further..bored of looking at the laptop screen for hours..which im not willing to give up ..and in all this im even bored of facing the funny things that keep happening with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question here is if I am sad or depressed about some thing..???&lt;br /&gt;Life’s good..job’s ok(ok now job’s very bad..but who cares..its just a few hours of your day)house is good..vehicles are good..my maids are now settled and even they are good..and now I don’t have to deal with the autowalas anymore..&lt;br /&gt;So that says it that I don’t have a reason to be sad..&lt;br /&gt; But then again..im bored..I am so bored that as I write this..i don’t know what on earth  am I typing ..&lt;br /&gt;So the answer is no..im not sad..or depressed..I am just BORED out of proportion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole incident has worried the hell out of me..I am really not able to figure out the reasons for being so bored..Is it some kind of Oh-Im-so-bored-that-i-will-snooze-soon syndrome?or is it some kinda disease that has taken the form of boredom and might transform into something bigger....I roll  my eyes in suspicion as I wonder on this strange phase iam going through..and yet iam not able to find a suitable answer to the whole confusion of this sudden boredom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing/planning the following activites which generally chirp me up completely..to remove this abnormality that has suddenly gotten into me..(though not necessarily in the same order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a funny book&lt;br /&gt;Watching a funny movie(Hitchiker’s guide to the galaxy-though I was bored..and didn’t enjoy it as much..I’d recommend it to all the maniacs of the world to go ahead and watch this nonsensical masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;Watching MTV fully Faltoo&lt;br /&gt;Going out for a long drive followed by an icecream&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the coming long weekend&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the house all over again&lt;br /&gt;Talking and gossiping to some of the brainless friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Eating pizza and 2 full bars of chocolate with ice tea&lt;br /&gt;Gymming for an extra hour&lt;br /&gt;Watching crazy videos on Youtube&lt;br /&gt;Watching Karzzzz ka videos(they used to amuse the hell out of me a few days back..so I thought I could try with Tandoori Nights once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc…etc….etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result&lt;br /&gt;I was more bored than I was when I had just realized that I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;God save..&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Hell im bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was too bored as I wrote this..I tried calculating the number of times I used this significant word all over here-I got BORED after 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-9207056386660128089?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/9207056386660128089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8821050929288998120</id><published>2008-09-23T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:58:09.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random...'/><title type='text'>sweet nothings...</title><content type='html'>Ok..so life around me is always exciting and full of thrill..(For others to hear about!!)&lt;br /&gt;and just another one of those incidents for me happened on Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;very merrily i was booking my tickets for my Jaipur trip on Diwali..and when i looked around to check my wallet to take out my dear credit card("dear"has a deep meaning to it..but i would describe it sometime later)and there i was shocked to find that my wallet was missing..&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrr...........&lt;br /&gt;goodness..i went berserk looking for it everywhere..in my jhola type bag(i have a fetish for bigggggggg bags...the bigger the better!!!),in my wardrobe..and almost everywhere..even those places where there were no chances of finding it..and there i had almost transformed into a nervous wreck..&lt;br /&gt;I immidiately caught hold of the car keys and rushed to the sweet shop where i had so religiously bought my favourite "rasmalai"(talk about putting kilos on your body coz of over eating..and then trying to go on a healthy diet....grrrrrrrr again!!)those 10 mins of drive had all the post thoughts running in my mind(like i told u..i never can think of only one thing at a time)..i had already started contemplating on how to get my credit cards and the debit cards blocked..and at the same time i was getting depressed about the hoardes of loyalty cards that i collected over my years of shopping stints with shoppers stop,lifestyle,pantaloons,and blah ..blah..mind you..im not loyal to just one brand..you name it and i have the loyalty for it..&lt;br /&gt;anyways...much to my disappointment,my wallet wasn't there at the sweet shop..&lt;br /&gt;grrrr....grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;i started cursing the mithai wala as religiously as i had smiled at him when i bought the rasmalai there..i was cursing the moment when the whole thought of eating that rasmalai entered my mind..grrrr...(again!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and there was..getting back home..planning my steps..getting the cards blocked..and also somehow trying to talk to my loyalty partners and getting them to re issue me my cards with the same number of points..(hell yeah..so what..i couldnt let go of some thousands of loyalty points just like that)&lt;br /&gt;i reached back..and just thought of giving a final look into my bag..&lt;br /&gt; and for the first time since I had bought it..I looked within the bag properly to find that it had a smart slit within it(as in the inner lining of cloth had a slit -to keep ur important stuff.)Excited enough I searched more and isnt it like so obvious now ..knowing me that i had used a feature of my bag  unknowingly in the excitement of that mithai..and there behind that cloth lining was my sweet huge wallet resting in peace..&lt;br /&gt;was i exhilerated..or was i exhilerated..i finally had it back..&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse the thrill of having a scientific kinda bag was unmatched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like i told you God has his way of having fun at my expense..those 45 minutes  would have been a pure thrill for Him up there..:-)&lt;br /&gt;so here Iam with my lost and found story(blown out of proportion)and ofcourse rasmalai still topping the charts for being my fave mithai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8821050929288998120?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-5434404563933479214</id><published>2008-09-15T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:37:49.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><title type='text'>hum and hamare yaar..aksar ye baatein kiya karte hain.....</title><content type='html'>Now..&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens..when two absolutely useless people of the world have nothing better to do on a monday morning/afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;one of my equally useless friends(equally..coz hes jus like me when it comes to being a total maniac and doing complete bakar)and I were just generally "bakaring" on G Talk..(Google zindabad!!)and this is the outcome of the two brainless minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amit: hey u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: kya khabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kuch nahi&lt;br /&gt;       sadi hui padi hoon&lt;br /&gt;       khair anyways&lt;br /&gt;       u tell&lt;br /&gt;       kya khabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: koi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;      main khud hi khabar ban chuka hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kya kar diya tumne aisa?&lt;br /&gt;       ki khabar ban gaye/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: taarif us khuda ki jisne mujhe banaya&lt;br /&gt;      banaya to banaya phir duniya mein fenkaya&lt;br /&gt;      fenka to fenka...par by god itna kyun pakaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: wah wah&lt;br /&gt;       wah wah&lt;br /&gt;       awesome hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: i knw&lt;br /&gt;      thank u thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: irshaad&lt;br /&gt;       aur kuch farmaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  pehale aap saamne to aaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hum to topi pehne baithe hain intezaar mein&lt;br /&gt;       ki kuch to sunaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Aise sade hue dialogues ka raaz to bataiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aap hamare lazeez hain..aise sawaal to na uthaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:  Idiot..Its not lazeez..lazeez means yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what is it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  I dont know that..but its not Lazeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: u dont break the chain..u continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Hum to aap hi se seekhe hain ye fasane madness ke..agar humse poocho to aap hi hain sartaaj..zara gaur to farmaiye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hum hue khush..bade dino baad..isi baat pe ek chcolate to khaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Chocolate ki baat karti ho...ye bhi nahi janti..dukhi hoon is motape se..koi ilaaj to bataiye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Humse kya poochte ho..hum to khud hi oversize hain..mote logo ki shopping ke liye..koi jagah to bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Shopping hi kya tumhara imaan hai..kya zindagi ka tumhe koi anumaan hai..apne pati pe thoda taras to khaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sahi kahi ye baat tumhe..aankhein meri khol di..pati ko kiya maaf..chaliye aap hi kuch dilaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Bas yehi reh gai kadar dosto ki..zara mithya se upar to aiye..shopping hi nahi sab kuch..ye dimaag mein bithaiye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: apni kanjoosi tyag..dosto pe kuch pyar to dikhaiye..hum hain apke lazeez sabko prove to karaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:  Its not lazeez..dumbo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Till u dont know what the exact word is..consider it correct..and dont break the chain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Aap to hain  hi hume pyare..shak kam dikhaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jante hain hum ye sach..but hume proof to dikhaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  kaisi hai ye duniya..sach ko na samjhe sach..God ji..zara ise upar to bulaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bhej rahe to mujhe door..ye achi baat nahi..but is zulm ka koi karan to bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tum ho is dharti pe bojh..is baat ko samajh jaaiye..kehte hai hum jo..use  maaniye..and upar chale jaaiye..&lt;br /&gt;      waha na hogi duniya..na tumhari malls..na hoga tumhare bechara pati..na tumhare aise mushayre..&lt;br /&gt;      Hum to yehi kah chuke hain..maan to jaaiye..humpe nahi to kam se kam..vin pe taras to khaiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dikha rahe hain itna pyar jo aap..hamare pati pe..hume karan to bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;       hum ho rahe hain jealous..koi affair ho to bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;       de rahe ho duhai vin vin ki...&lt;br /&gt;       sach jo hai tumhare mann mein.hume sach sach bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Hum na kahenge kuch..aap hain nadaan..nadaniya na dikhaiye&lt;br /&gt;       ho gai hai shaadi ab to..kuch to badappan dikhaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hum to hain aise hi..bachpane ki baat na banaiye...&lt;br /&gt;       aap to hain bade bade..fir bhi na hua nikaah..kaaran to bataiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Baatein hai badi tez tez..but bhool na jaiye&lt;br /&gt;       Baaton hi baaton mein kahi haar na jaaiye   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:- Change kar rahe ho topic...maan bhi jaaiye&lt;br /&gt;        jaldi se shopping ka time table to dikhaiye  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tumhara na hoga kuch..maan gaye hain hum &lt;br /&gt;      maanti ho haar agar..to resignation dikhaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Humne kab kaha hum haare hain..bakwaas na bakiaye&lt;br /&gt;       haar agar maan chuke ho..to jaldi bataiye..&lt;br /&gt;       bematalab ki na farmaiye..and decent rhyming banaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  tum to ho champ..lagi hi hui ho..&lt;br /&gt;       apni is creativity ka raaz to bataiye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: bachapn se hi hain tez hum..aap kya jaane&lt;br /&gt;       agar maan hi chuke hain..to haar bhi maan jaiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Haar gaye hum devi tumse..humpe rehem khaiye&lt;br /&gt;       nahi ho rahi poetry humse,hamari haar accept farmaiye&lt;br /&gt;       Jaha le chalna hai shopping par..kabhi bhi bataiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:-The bakwaas is still on..and if its any worthwhile..i will put it again..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://chirpy-paro.blogspot.com"&gt;Priyanka&lt;/a&gt;..i figured out..its azeez and not lazeez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-5434404563933479214?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/5434404563933479214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=5434404563933479214' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5434404563933479214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/5434404563933479214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/now.html' title='hum and hamare yaar..aksar ye baatein kiya karte hain.....'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-1420717076486695597</id><published>2008-09-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:59:31.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>happy budday yara!!!</title><content type='html'>Its my bestest friend's birthday today!!&lt;br /&gt;someone whos been around me for only a few years..but it feels that i have known him all my life..&lt;br /&gt;my friend..my buddy..my family..someone whos been with me through one of my worst times..and let me outta it..someone whos responsible for a lot of good things of my life..someone whos so nice..that at times i feel..he doesnt belong to this bad bad world..&lt;br /&gt;theres loads n loads i can write for the sweetheart that he is...but then i guess that better be left to myself :-)&lt;br /&gt;buddy..wish u a very happy birthday..and dont u worry..ur gift is already on ur way&lt;br /&gt;:-)..so no more complaints...&lt;br /&gt;may u freak out more with the coming years..and grow older than being the oldie that u already are!!&lt;br /&gt;miss u buddy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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yara!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-6884494343195212293</id><published>2008-09-11T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:39:48.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><title type='text'>A typical day...</title><content type='html'>So we went to this awesome restaurant yesterday..in order to celebrate our half yearly anniversary..The restaurant is called Junoon..and its by far the most interesting one I have been to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s actually in the form of an Arabian castle..where the walls are a bright Red and  Sparkling Blue(which gives you a little shock as you enter..but settles as quick)..the waiters are dressed in long colourful Arabian kinda sherwanis..and typically pointed shoes..and not to forget the special dome shaped hats..&lt;br /&gt;Theres a biggg screen in the centre..that plays old hindi movie songs..and the entire place has donned red light to make the atmosphere almost pretty  lavish..&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget..the food is great…and decently priced too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well so now..the reason why we went out in the mid of the week..looking at the Bangalore traffic…&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so before I explain that..I must write something about  one of Vin’s special days..or I must say..”one of the typically special days”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the instance narrated is just one particular day..the options and variants keep changing depending on his mood..but situation remains the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A special day in Vin’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is unwell..Okay..so this unwell is not “unwell” actually..but its more like a day where he feels weak..and heavy..and gets some body aches..in short..hes not in a mood to work at all..&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t want to eat anything..he wouldn’t eat properly on the breakfast..he would mostly miss his lunch..and wouldn’t even munch on the so called junk items he generally keeps handy with him always…&lt;br /&gt;He would leave office at 5-530 pm…obviously…because hes not well..&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t want his evening tea..he wouldn’t want to eat anything at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A special day in Vin’s life..that goes typically paranoid for me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried..obviously..because I don’t know why he is “unwell”&lt;br /&gt;I am worried..coz he doesn’t wanna eat anything&lt;br /&gt;I am worried..when hes not rushing to go to office&lt;br /&gt;I am worried coz hes not even eating his lunch…&lt;br /&gt;I am more worried..coz hes left the office at 530!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am more worried..coz hes way too lethargic..dull… and gloomy ...and I cannot do anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversation on this typical-paranoid day(now that we are married..we need to have some things common right!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-Vin..do you want tea…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-Vin..let me make some..you can have as much as you want…see its evening time..and its raining..and a perfect time to have tea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;.:-uhh..oh..ok( a sad look and goes and lies down on the couch..one hand on the remote control of the TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-“Vin…please tell me what happened..how do you feel..what is it that makes u feel unwell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Nothing ya..Actually even I don’t know..but I am feeling very dull..very low on energy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:- (half paranoid already)..Why low?why dull..someone said something to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-No…no one did..I am generally feeling this way..you don’t worry..I will be fine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-arre aise kaise don’t worry..i should know na sweets..ki kya hua hai…so we can think of something to solve it right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Nah..and quietly starts watching TV(or rather surfing channels)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then Tea is ready..and Iam already thinking of options to woo him with something to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-Vin..do you want parle G .. with tea,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-noiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-umm…that home made namkeen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-noi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-you wanna eat pakoras..its raining see..&lt;br /&gt;Vin:-aap kha lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-ummm…you want khari..or bread butter(okay…bread,ketchup and potatoes are  the 3 things he can eat anytime and with anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Nooo…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I have run out of all options..and I try the last one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-do u wanna have cheese tomato sandwich..with lots of chillies..and some oregano..and some mustard”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Ummm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-say yes…say yes(thinking to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-ummm..and a smile erupts..ok…chalega…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew…finally…something..&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and make it..but I know this is just one thing..I need to do something about the dinner too..&lt;br /&gt;After hes finished off the sandwich..I am relieved.. and ohh no..hes back on the couch again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-Vin…what happened..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:- a typical look..”Nothing..I am still very low”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:-&lt;/strong&gt;hmmm…ok..so lets do something fun..do you wanna go out and have icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Well no..I don’t wanna drive..traffic would be really bad right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-ohh.you don’t worry…I’ll drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-No..its just 630..icecream at this hour&lt;br /&gt;Me:-hmm..okay then let me make something nice for dinner..what do you wanna eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-Vin..you gotta eat something right..tell me what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:- (in a voice which is almost not audible)..i wanna eat chicken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:- another cute look later “chicken I wanna eat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another typical look exchaged(now you know why this is a typical day!!)&lt;br /&gt;now this look is me totally disgusted on the prospects of non veg food( iam an almost PETA activist ..according to Vin)..and vinay side..the look is total cheeky..&lt;br /&gt;the "I WILL NOT QUIT THAT EVER' look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:-(half/quarter heartedly)ohhh..hmmm…okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-(obviously with a Superbly sheepish grin)Coool…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:- (already surprised that hes getting better..)..okay..so since you don’t wanna go out..we can call in…I can order some vegetarian food for myself..(another half hearted answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-ummm..if you want ..we can go out..(by then the smile has turned into a grin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I have figured out the reasons to his sickness..and suddenly..the tiredness is kinda vanished..and the energy is all high..and Vin dear is furtively looking into the “Times Bangalore Food Guide”to look for another destination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:- ( As hes getting ready)..how are you feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;:-..uhmm..ohh..yeah..im getting better now Richa..glad you are taking me out…We’ll come back quick and I will call it an early night..not sure will be going to office tomorrow or not……&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I burst into a laughter..as I head towards the wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;He is someone who has  absolutely refused to grow up..and I thank God for giving such a sample to me to tackle!!!(some management skills iam learning here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:-Yes..hes not gone to office today..hes working from home…I told you..hes unwell!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-6884494343195212293?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/6884494343195212293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=6884494343195212293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6884494343195212293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/6884494343195212293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-we-went-to-this-awesome-restaurant.html' title='A typical day...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-4943204632970838204</id><published>2008-09-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:05:19.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><title type='text'>Half year Marathon...</title><content type='html'>Its been a full 6 months..to 9th March 2008...&lt;br /&gt;and a half year run to our marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this one day..I wanna tell just one thing to my Vin dearest...&lt;br /&gt;"I am proud of you"&lt;br /&gt;thats not because hes climbed Everest..thats because hes stayed with a maniac like me for a total of 6 months..and still loves me:-)&lt;br /&gt;Way to go boy...may you have many more days..months and years of torture like this:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-4943204632970838204?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/4943204632970838204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=4943204632970838204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4943204632970838204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/4943204632970838204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/half-year-marathon.html' title='Half year Marathon...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8783377691248355499</id><published>2008-09-09T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:31:31.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends...</title><content type='html'>Nah..I havent gone a Green day freak all of a sudden..but its just a line that comes to my head looking at my current situation..&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my own words have decided to go evil against me!!!!Ever since I have boasted about my sleeping habits in my last post, I just haven’t got the time to sleep properly..Since Saturday I have been dying to get that beauty sleep of 8-9 hours..and all I have got is a mere 4-5 hours&lt;br /&gt;The results…&lt;br /&gt;• I am all droopy eyed sitting in front of the computer and trying (or pretending) to work&lt;br /&gt;• Almost slept through a Requirements meeting my triple super boss was taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Almost slept through a Requirements meeting my triple super boss was taking and he saw me trying hard to stay awake and returned my “Ohh you caught me” smile to d most sympathetic smile I have ever got in my life of 24 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Almost slept through a Requirements meeting my triple super boss was taking and my manager saw him seeing me and gave me”I’d kill you right now” looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Almost slept through a Requirements meeting my triple super boss was taking and my Colleague who saw my manager gave me”ohh…you are so screwed now:D” looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Trying to think of some excuses to run home…that my manager can agree to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Looking at my watch every 15 minutes. in a hope that its 6 pm or almost there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Yawning shamelessly every 5 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Irritating Vin every 30 minutes…by asking him useless questions on Gtalk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Trying and chatting with everyone who I know(or don’t know)on Gtalk..just so I can pass through these few hours of torture…Thank you guys…true buddies of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Surfing all the possible random sites to kill time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you are wondering why Iam not working..is because I am already sleepy..you dolts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Just plugged in my final saviour..My ipod..only to realize that its not charged..and yeah..most expectingly..I do not have the charger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Read the reviews of the upcoming movies..top on the list bein Karzzzz-whoever has not heard the song Tandoori nights..and Himesh Reshammia dancing like Rishi Kapoor..has missed out on the most handsomest dude..(emphasis on the adjectives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Read why Urmila has got nothing better to do than dance on Tandoori Nights with  apna himesh bhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Read that Karzzzz(read Karz zzz zzz zzz zzz)is one of the most awaited movies of the year(yeah..I am awaiting it..and will definitely watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Read that Himesh bhai has some good 5 odd movies in production-all of them romantic thrillers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I  could turn into a Himesh bhai freak..&lt;a href="www.chirpyparo.blogspot.com"&gt;Chirpy Paro &lt;/a&gt;came to my rescue and I am gonna go n play scrabble with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who did not have enough Himesh bhai gossip go to&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himesh_Reshammiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:-I was wondering on lunch time as i gulped down my 4 glasses of butter milk ..why the hell is it called so..when it  is supposedly fat free..?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was too sleepy...huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8783377691248355499?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/8783377691248355499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=8783377691248355499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8783377691248355499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8783377691248355499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-deprivation-mania.html' title='Wake me up when September ends...'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7331123194119990129</id><published>2008-09-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:58:24.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my traits and irony..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car-pool'/><title type='text'>Hairy tales and an i10</title><content type='html'>Okay..so the day was here…when we were to pick our brand new i10…goodness the feeling was simply terrific..buying a car is always a dream for everyone(iam assuming it)…and..buying it from your own hard earned money..is a feeling nothing else can really duplicate…and that’s how me and vinay had been  feeling since morning…&lt;br /&gt;Infact I cant describe the anxiety I was going through for the past few weeks after we paid the booking amount for the car..&lt;br /&gt;I had actually gone a little berserk..and was falling for the smallest things that may be associated with the car..be it the showroom…the service road we need to take to reach the showroom..hyundai as a brand..and ofcourse the many running i10’s on the road…everything gave me a reason to smile and grin…and the day arrived when we had to pick the car..our very own!!&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 645 am..and it’s a record..getting up in the morning is really not my forte and vin was really surprised..as I had totally turned the tables by getting up before him(ok ya..i get up after my husband..but I cant help it…and now  after a initial hocus pocus my mom created…everyone has made peace with the fact I cant get up in the morning..PERIOD!!)anyways…so I was up and awake..and bhaiya gave an early morning call too..now my dearest brother in law(or daddy as I call him)shares the same passion for sleep like I do..and getting a morning call..was yet another surprise for vin..as he really couldn’t understand why the two most unlikely people had “got up before the birds”(a phrase I use for people who get up before 9)..well..so after that initial excitement round..we got up and got ready..&lt;br /&gt;..I wanted to really deck up as I was going to pick up my first ever car..and so I had been planning for the past few weeks on how iam gonna put my hair..and what iam gonna wear and blah blah..and so I decided to go in for an early bath since the post bathing would take me a lot of time(I had decided to straighten my hair with a hair straightener one of my designer friends gave me for the wedding..with a hope that I’d be a lady some day).I changed something like 3 tops to decide on the final one for the D day..and now it was time to set my unruly hair..A few weeks back I got a new so called trendy haircut and it’s a big time pain managing it since its so shabby,..i end up looking like I haven’t taken a bath in ages..so I planned a good 30 mins for setting my hair using the straightener..(thanks to Rats..she had taught me the functions of it a few days back when she stayed over and was straightening my hair at 1 am in the night…talk about poor vin here again!!!)and I started..&lt;br /&gt;after 1st round..i realized..my hair wasn’t really straight..infact it hadn’t even dried..so I used my brains..and used a blow drier to dry my hair first …and then straighten it..(Ya,,,the statement here is”used my brains”)so I dried my hair completely..and bang on..started the second round of straightening..by then vinay was all ready and waiting for me to join him in the pooja..(it was Ganesh chatirthi that day)so after completing my second round..and with some funny clips in a hope to settle my hair..i joined him in the pooja..all through it I was worried since my hair was more unruly than it generally is..&lt;br /&gt;The pooja got over..and I was back to the hair straightener..meanwhile I requested vin to prepare the breakfast..which he willingly obliged since he could really see the pain of my not so straight hair..&lt;br /&gt;Third round..and I was worried…since there was absolutely no straightening..and then I gave up..coz we were really getting late..&lt;br /&gt;I was more paranoid since we had to meet vin’s cousin and I really did not want her to think that he had married some weird dork who doesn’t know a thing about dressing up(keeping vinay’s taste for things in mind!!)..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..I really couldn’t do much about it..and I was combing my hair every 5 minutes to ensure that they were ok..but I guess they were not…they had had too much of heat on them and were all electrified and flying in all directions..and my so called fancy haircut looked more like a unwanted grass on the garden..&lt;br /&gt;And then finally we were there..to pick up our gaddi..and all of that hairo mania simply vanished as I had a look at my little thing…&lt;br /&gt;And so we were the proud owners of a i10 kappa…and ofcourse way too excited..&lt;br /&gt;So post that we headed to pick shanu .It was a crazy day being with her..shes a total sweetheart and being of the same age..we hit off pretty well..&lt;br /&gt;Since we had a lot of time to kill..and no plan in place..we decided to waste time by roaming around here and there..and ending up in STAPLES(a stationery shop..iam totally in love with)&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with Rock On..a movie we all totally loved..I guess everyone in the movie was totally awesome..and Arjun Rampal ..i guess they should take him in a rock band for the appeal that man has..he looked better holding that guitar than any other rock stars I have seen(I am not talking about Himesh bhai here)and Farhan akhtar,,,is one hell of a genius. an actor… a singer... a director... full on rock star!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday being a holiday was more fun since we got t enjoy the new little member in the family to the fullest…and I got a shopping companion in the form of shanu..Talk about being lucky…even after the bad hair day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7331123194119990129?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/7331123194119990129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=7331123194119990129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7331123194119990129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7331123194119990129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/hairy-tales-and-i10.html' title='Hairy tales and an i10'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-8340518931179830249</id><published>2008-09-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:25:52.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><title type='text'>Bangalored!!!!</title><content type='html'>I havent written in a long long time…but that really doesn’t mean that I did not have things happening …happening enough to be written about..&lt;br /&gt;Infact..past few weeks have been more than happening…so much so that me n vin are pretty much exhausted by the jest of the events..(I would be mentioning the list of the events..in the next one)&lt;br /&gt;Its actually for the first time we have had some kinda action in our pretty boring life in Bangalore..Ok..now we are married for  just  almost 6 months..and young enough..and crazy enough..and theres absolutely no reason for us to have a boring life..and no one even believes me that we can actually be like that..or for that matter..Vin can actually be like that..&lt;br /&gt;But ya…Bangalore(being Vin’s favest city in the world!!!!)didn’t go down too well with me..and somehow things just wouldn’t go right everytime I would plan them to..&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being jinxed..i wouldn’t even find my kinda vegetables everytime I would go..n try..n shop…..it would start raining only on the days  I would not carry my umbrella..my maids wouldn’t turn up the day I had maximum work aligned for them..and every Saturday/Sunday..when I would wash the clothes in the machine..and put them on drying,,it would rain..rain enough to spoil the almost dried clothes(I tried swapping days…which even included weekdays.when I would look at the smiling..shining sun and believe the fact that there was no reason for it to even drizzle today…but..ya..it did not work..it had to really rain on the day I had my laundry planned..)..Workers…car cleaners..and almost every one had decided to give me enough pain to run away and hibernate..&lt;br /&gt;And the top on the chart were the autowalas i had to deal with since my arrival here..Now..autowalas in Bangalore are the common painful nerve… for all the people like me who do not have a vehicle of their own..infact we bond on this topic...with city buses being jampacked..and the Volvo buses running on not very suitable timings..the only choice I had was…to use the autos..the first few days it wasn’t tough..since I did not know about the distances..so even if I would bargain for a 10 rs..i would be happy..(those who know me..know that..i haven’t mastered the art of bargaining..a trait all of us Indian girls are SUPPOSED to have inherited from our mums!)anyways..as I started getting familiar..i realized…that I was actually being robbed of my money like crazy..there have been times I ended up paying a 100 bucks for a mere distance of 3 kmswhich otherwise wouldnt be more than 25 Rs by meter..and slowly it occurred to me..that all of those 10 rs bargains had been actually nothing but a little  less loss..I tried fighting my way around..i would force these whatevers to use their meters..but they just would not (sometimes the meters werent working..sometimes"madam..yaha meter kon use karta hai"..and sometimes.."madame hum to meter nahi chalaega..apko meter chahiye to doosra auto pakdo"..and some of the so called professional ones who would agree to use the meters..would have manipulated them such..and I was robbed..any whichever way..&lt;br /&gt;I have had many auto incidents..that I actually need to put them in a separate post…some of them have been actually way too hilarious..hilarious enough to have traveled till jaipur as a routine joke shared across the evening tea schedules..:-(… And something..that led vin to suggesting me that I should actually start meditating…!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone actually found it funny…that I wrote 3 emails to the CM..stating the plight of the common man using autos as the mode of transport..and DID NOT get a single reply..(though it was a joke for everyone..it just made me wonder…that it is actually the reaon why our country still hasn’t progressed the way it should have,,inspite of having the brightest minds in the world. its because..the government of this country doesn’t care a damn for its citizens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Past two weeks..i took to get acquainted with this crazy city..Took a deep breath ..and realized that this place wouldn’t change..no matter how much I crib..and sulk..and try and reform the autowalas..they wouldn’t budge..and though I should not give up on having the system improved..I shouldn’t atleast fret about things not happening right..…I don’t know what I really did..(or not)..but yeah..it feels much better now..and I feel vaguely familiar to this place..I don’t think I really did anything great…but yeah..I actually tried sinking in the fact that I am in a weird place..and theres nothing really I can do about it..atleast for a while..and thus.. inspite of maids not turning up..and workers irritating the hell out of me..and the traffic hitting on my nerves..and blah…blah..I have been doing fairly good..and smiling through it all..(and ofcourse..giving a sigh of relief..to my poor husband..who has beared the brunt of my whims..!!)&lt;br /&gt;and having said enough..being Bangalored..if not good..isnt really bad too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8340518931179830249?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/8340518931179830249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=8340518931179830249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8340518931179830249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/8340518931179830249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/09/bangalored.html' title='Bangalored!!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-2669994373903142506</id><published>2008-08-25T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:27:51.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><title type='text'>Women!!!</title><content type='html'>I read this post in one of my friends blogs..and couldnt resist posting it here..&lt;br /&gt;The reason..I feel sick at having the journos of this country speaking so ill about women!!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad KJ replied back...not that i think it would have made nay difference to the kinda thinking the man possesses..yet..&lt;br /&gt;i think answer back is the least we women can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok this is what Abhijit Bhattacharya, journalist, CNN-IBN had to say in his       blog,about women. Me thinks he shld have been an social anthropologist instead of  being a journalist, since he understands women so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K)not for Women!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thursday , April 20, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We all must have heard of the saying "Behind every successful man, there is a&lt;br /&gt;    woman.". And there is tag to it too - "Behind every unsuccessful man, there are&lt;br /&gt;    two women.". So, if we go for statistical correlation - success has nothing to&lt;br /&gt;    do with women being there with men but failure surely has a strong correlation&lt;br /&gt;    to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Though often referred to as the "fairer sex" (note the pun),&lt;br /&gt;    women have not done much credible in the past centuries, as is usually potrayed.&lt;br /&gt;    And it is utter nonsense to believe that men have degraded the status of women&lt;br /&gt;    in the society. On the contrary, men, in fact, have toiled hard for the&lt;br /&gt;    emancipation of the "woman-kind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nature has been cruel (or just) on women too. God, at some&lt;br /&gt;    point of HIS creation-spree must have decided to act as a Capitalist and endow&lt;br /&gt;    men with power and women with things which have no distant relations,&lt;br /&gt;    whatsoever, with power. No wonder, Bill Gates was not born a woman. Neither were&lt;br /&gt;    Michael Schumacher or Mahatma Gandhi. (It is a serious nightmare even to&lt;br /&gt;    contemplate about them being born as women.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A certain obsessed lady wrote to me lately saying how&lt;br /&gt;    attractive women are and that women are God's most beautiful creation. With due&lt;br /&gt;    respect to all Kournikovas and the Bipashas of the world, I think that most of&lt;br /&gt;    us would rather prefer to watch the first raindrops of the season disappear in&lt;br /&gt;    the sand or the dolphins dancing to symphony than watching malnourished and&lt;br /&gt;    "malfunctioned"(wardrobically!!!) women. Methinks, the word 'beautiful' loses&lt;br /&gt;    its meaning and essence the moment the word 'women' is pronounced after it. They&lt;br /&gt;    are just so oxymoronic.&lt;br /&gt;    Women have always been the reason for major fights&lt;br /&gt;    and disasters. If we regress the story of Mahabharta and analyze why the epic&lt;br /&gt;    fight was fought - we would easily find the reason to be Draupadi (a woman). Ram&lt;br /&gt;    fought Ravana for Sita (again, a woman). And we all know what Cleopatra, Helen&lt;br /&gt;    and Mata Hari have in common - they were all the reasons behind major historical&lt;br /&gt;    fights and wars. Taking a peek into literature - Catherine was the reason why&lt;br /&gt;    Heathcliff turned vengeful, Devdas became a deadman because of two women and how Humbert got wiped off because of Lolita. Moving on to films - Caprio dies to&lt;br /&gt;    save Winslet from drowning and Raj gets creamed up by Simran's father and his&lt;br /&gt;    goons only because he loves her. The examples are innumerable.I need not say&lt;br /&gt;    more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Liberalization. A mantra which women today chant every morning even before waking up. But liberalization from what or who? If women were emotionally and physically strong enough, then am sure they would not have been subjugated in the first place. And subjugation from whom? Men? And to help them out of their subjugation they seek men. That, people, is their game plan - make men fight amongst themselves and get ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some people love to name achievers. But just to refresh their memories - for every Aang Sang Soo Kyi there are tens of Subhash Boses; for every hundreds of JK Rowling there are hundreds of Paulo Coelhos; for every Marie Curie there are thousands of John Nashes; for every Chris Evert there are millions of Tiger Woods. And I presume that women are intelligent enough to comprehend the difference between one and a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If there is anything, which is more complex and complicated than a toad's anatomy - it is the mind of the woman. One moment they plant a peck on your cheek and the very next moment, you feel their knees crashing into your belly. I wrote this blog with a little fear in my mind. I wrote this without my girlfriend's knowledge (I do not need her; she needs me). No, I am not scared of her. Maybe after reading this article, she might kiss me on my cheek. It is the next moment that I fear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-2669994373903142506?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/2669994373903142506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=2669994373903142506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2669994373903142506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/2669994373903142506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/08/women.html' title='Women!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7896778728800640631</id><published>2008-08-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:24:51.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car-pool'/><title type='text'>First car!!</title><content type='html'>I feel superbly excited today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is that me n vin have just come from the hyundai showroom...having booked our first car together..&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling is superbly crazy...exhilerating..wonderful...joyous..and what not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a 2 week long research..discussions with family and friends..finally came to the conclusion of buying a Hyundai i10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who have a big hand in the finalising of the car is two of my closest friends..&lt;br /&gt;Amit and batra..&lt;br /&gt;had it not been for them...i would have still been stuck on some weird car options of an alto..or a spark..&lt;br /&gt;so finally...paid the booking amount..and will be the proud owner of a hyundai i10 magna on the 3rd of september..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant wait for the day to come in..its still 2 weeks away..and the wait seems sooooooooo long:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant pen down the thought of buying something substantial from your own money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im loooooooooving it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7896778728800640631?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/7896778728800640631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=7896778728800640631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7896778728800640631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7896778728800640631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-car.html' title='First car!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-1006017856346582175</id><published>2008-08-07T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:26:34.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinsel Town'/><title type='text'>Cinderella Man!!!</title><content type='html'>I watched Cinderella Man Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a real story of a Heavy Weight Champion in the 1930’s- James Braddock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the Great Depression, when America in the grips of a devastating economic downturn was nearly brought to its knees, there emerged a most unlikely hero who had crowds cheering on their feet-as he proved just how hard a man would fight to win a second chance for his family and himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That common-man hero was James J. Braddock-a.k.a. the "Cinderella Man"-who was to become one of the most surprising and inspirational sports legends in history. By the early 1930s, the impoverished ex-prizefighter was seemingly as broken-down, beaten-up and out-of-luck as much of the rest of the American populace. Like so many others, Braddock had hit rock bottom. His career appeared to be finished, he was unable to pay the bills, the only thing that really mattered to him-his family-was in danger, and he was even forced to go on Public Relief. But deep inside, Jim Braddock never relinquished his determination. Driven by love, honor and an incredible dose of grit, he willed an impossible dream to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a last-chance bid to help his family, Braddock returned to the ring. No one thought he had a shot. In bout after bout, the talk was that poor Jim Braddock was criminally out-matched and perilously in over his head. Except that Braddock, fueled by something beyond mere competition, kept winning. Suddenly, the ordinary working man who couldn't get a job became the mythic athlete who could not lose. Carrying the hopes and dreams of the disenfranchised on his shoulders, Braddock rocketed through the ranks, until this underdog who defied all the odds chose to do the unthinkable: take on the heavyweight champ of the world, the unstoppable Max Baer, renowned for having killed two men in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He WON  it..Not because of anything else..but the power that out powered everything for those few moments..&lt;br /&gt;The love for his family..&lt;br /&gt;His three kids who he looked into the eye and promised that no matter what..he would never send them away..&lt;br /&gt;His wife..Mae..who prayed every moment for the life of the man she so deeply loved..who supported him through each stride of his..without a complaint &lt;br /&gt;For the sheer determination to bring his family out from the dumps..the determination to not fail them anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is wonderful to know just how remarkable human endurance and the power of love can be. It is so difficult to imagine what it's like to cope in the moment, facing life's daily hardships, and to continue to passionately strive toward a goal-even a simple one like putting food on the table-no matter what the outcome turns out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so petty at times..so petty for complaining about the hardships of life..the sadness I go through..the so called things I do not have..&lt;br /&gt;I feel petty for being such an ordinary human being..&lt;br /&gt;For we are always in need for something we don’t have..We want to raise up from the current levels we are on .We envy the more successful people..who have a little more of it than us..who got bigger cars..bigger houses..&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t think what its like for those people who don’t know if they are eating their next meal or not..&lt;br /&gt;For people who do not have the bare minimum..to cover themselves from the heat or the cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am reminded of what mamma tells me everytime I complain about the difficulties of my life..&lt;br /&gt;“We must thank God each day..for he is letting us survive the test of the time..he has given us enough food..enough money..and a shelter to house ourselves in..he has given us enough that we can sustain this life..without a shrink on our face..think about the people who died of poverty..malnutrition..bomb blasts…terrorist attacks..of the kids,.who were left stranded..infants..who did not  know what the world is all about and slept forever before they could open their eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is one of those days..when I want to thank that Cinderella Man..who is looking over me..taking care of me..of my family..somewhere up there..&lt;br /&gt;He does test me at times.but that’s just his way of showing me..that there is always more to life than the happiness..and I should be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that I am blessed..and he loves me..&lt;br /&gt;And today I want to tell him..that I love him..for taking care of me..and  the people I Love..for giving me people to love..family to think about..food to eat..and shelter to cover my head..without having to beg for it..&lt;br /&gt;Money to survive..and more than enough to support another life…&lt;br /&gt;An education..to be independent..&lt;br /&gt;Parents-who have given me more than everything I ever wanted(and that why im so spoilt)&lt;br /&gt;Friends-who have been there with me through my bad times..&lt;br /&gt;And lessons to remember..mistakes (some huge ones)..from which I learnt a lot about things I never could have..unless I had committed them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me realize..that everytime I was doing something wrong. I had people..who wanted to protect me..if only I had listened to them and not drifted ways..&lt;br /&gt;But im still grateful..that those people are still by side.…even though they have seen all the good..bad and ugly sides of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that he took back from me were probably never mine..and that’s why I have no right to question him..and thus I will not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is much bigger and broader than what we can think of..We should be thankful that our corner is green&lt;/span&gt;&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/1741612197671955747-1006017856346582175?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/1006017856346582175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=1006017856346582175' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/1006017856346582175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/1006017856346582175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/2008/08/cinderella-man.html' title='Cinderella Man!!!'/><author><name>santasizing...Fantasizing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05603620913326431719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jO_3kU2XuQc/S9_dk55KKQI/AAAAAAAACq4/AQHVYI1RdL8/S220/DSC03233.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741612197671955747.post-7565366015177157632</id><published>2008-08-06T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:27:51.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit-chats...n some bak bak'/><title type='text'>Tag-Attacked-Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been attacked  by a tag. This time Priyanka and Nidhi have tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is the first time I have been tagged...and my dearest friends get a lot of fun out of challenging a technically challenged person like me over such issues..&lt;br /&gt;But I am gonna try anyways:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules for this tag:&lt;br /&gt;1) Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mention the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.&lt;br /&gt;5) Leave a comment on each Tagged blogger's blogs, letting them know that they have been Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am already linked to the lovely ladies..I can start with my unspectacular quirks..Though people who have spent a considerable amount of time with me would  be able to tell more on that front..I can still try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I cant stand when people burp and get hiccups....I know no one likes it when someone does it loud n in public..but the problem with me is..I cant stand the minutest sound of it..and it almost makes me wanna throw up..something I again cannot stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I cant stand a messy house..I turn restless and paranoid if I see things messed up..My poor husband faces the maximum impact of this habit of mine..so much so that within 5 months of our marriage,he has almost turned into a cleanliness freak himself(Now I know a lot of people may disagree with this..esp my mum,,,but then call it the turn of time..this is a habit that has automatically gotten imbibed in in the last 2 years)..&lt;br /&gt;The heights of being it such..that Vinay calls me Monica(of FRIENDS fame) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I go berserk for SHOPPING...I am a shopoholic..and I would do anything to buy things...the first thing that comes to my mind when i get my salary is the latest shopping destination.Be it..clothes,,shoes,,bags,,Groceries...vegetables..and fruits..i love buying it and keeping all the wardrobes stocked..Be it any kinda shopping n be it for anyone..I love it..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I am a maniac at times..I come across as an extremely friendly person to whoever I meet the first time.and my laughter is one thing people around me cant stand...it starts from the little errie sound to the thunder of a devil..along with a capability to be out on anyones  face and anywhere :-)&lt;br /&gt;but then no one knows when i lose it completely.The jokes that make sense to me suddenly would start seeming meaningless and then I would shout at the peak of my voice,,and that shows the ugliest side of my temper..(which in any case is pretty bad)..&lt;br /&gt;P.S-Just today this one guy in my team had to face it...I hated him the from the word go..and today he just tried to crack a joke at my expense and had it in front of 15 odd people..I dont think he would even utter a word in front of me now..Good for him though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I cannot remember things for nuts..names..places..people..and thats such a big trouble for me..I go n meet people...be my nicest self..and the next time someone comes across and says a hi..I m left wondering "who the hell is he now...?"Sometimes I tend to forget what I was about to say a moment back..an occasional habit for some..but a regular for me..there are places I visit..and the next I am there..Im still wondering why the place looks familiar to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)My figure...and my shorts..These two things have always been the favourite joke amongst all my friends..Like I mentioned above that I have a fetish for shopping..and I love buying shorts..but the problem turns up when I try n wear them..No matter how sexy they may be..they never make me look one..infact..they turn out to be the biggest joke for the day..Now this ones not something I can help..yet it is something that all my close friends.. always associate with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..since I do not know any other people still on this forum..I'd go ahead and tag both Nidhi and Priyanka again:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another thought running in my mind..and I wanna put it here..before I forget about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we "read" again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-7565366015177157632?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santasizing.blogspot.com/feeds/7565366015177157632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1741612197671955747&amp;postID=7565366015177157632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741612197671955747/posts/default/7565366015177157632'/><link rel='self' 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definition of an idiot box has changed over a few years!!),check emails..go for tea break..come back..try and do some work..go for a stroll to ur colleague's desk..come back to the idiot box coz the PL is checking on everyones work....hurray!!suddenly its lunch time..spend an hour on lunch n a walk post lunch..get back to the box..tea break..orkut/gmail/facebook/linked in..n blah blah..and time to go back home!!!!on some special days..ur encountered with a few meetings (to reduce the strain on the eyes that u develop sitting 12-14 hours in front of a PC)and if the lady luck isnt favoring u..u may even end up getting a good public firing..the routine appraisal..the routine everything..so then why is it that i had been cribbing for the past 5 months..to get back to this life?what is it with me..that everything now seems to hold just no value..im not excited about the new job..well i would be lying if i wud say i m not totally excited..ofcourse i have the thrill of having money every month to go and indulge in my shopping escapades:-)but then when i say excitement..i mean the professional thrill..i just dont get the kicks and i dont like doing what im doing..i dont want to just sit in a cubicle and write codes..i want to move out..meet people..make plans..do something constructive n not stay on the mercy of my manager to appraise me for the work i do and he probably knows nothing about..i want to break free...break free from this outine life of a software engineer..break free..and follow my mind..follow my heart..to where it takes me..to something more worthwhile..something productive..and something that can probably return the excitement of my life..the excitement to live..to learn..to teach..to sing..to dance..to have fun..and the excitement that one gets when happy!!&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was watching "heavy petting"on NDTV good times..and there those guys were showcasing a place called "the royal kennels" in pune..&lt;br /&gt;i loved the whole idea of it..the way those animals were being pampered in there...had rooms to themselves and people to feed them..&lt;br /&gt;they were genuinely happy dogs who had no anguish or anything for their visitors..they indulged in pillow fights...happily took their baths..went out for long strolls...played a lot..and ate a lot..&lt;br /&gt;and all of it felt so good to the eyes..that there are people who understand the plight of animals..&lt;br /&gt;though it was a purely 5 star treatment for the privileged dogs who had rich owners..it just brought a little thought to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;what if some day i can start a place like that..&lt;br /&gt;a place where theres love for all the street animals..all the poor beings who dont get food for days or are killed mercilessly by the ongoing road traffic.,&lt;br /&gt;if only i had the money..the resources to do it..this is one thing i would wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;i havent been happier in the last one year(i mean the happiness one gets out of seeing someone else..happiness which is beyond ones self) than i was when i saw those little one playing here n there..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how many of weird dreams that i dream would ever come true..&lt;br /&gt;but i live in the hope..that someday iam able to do something which is beyond myself..beyond the pressures of family...and relatives...this world..the boundations&lt;br /&gt;something which is only for the purest emotion in the world.."LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;may be someday i can rise up and stand tall..and "DO WHAT I WANNA DO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a hope for a better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Adios!  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt; &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;santasizing...Fantasizing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://thedailybrigade.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-after-5-months.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent 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close to my heart..DDLJ..only because the movie says that once in love..the heart knows nothing..&lt;br /&gt;and here i am..writing about a movie..which has all new comers..has been made by a new director..and has just about nothing special..and nothing new..yet..its one movie..that has touched my hear deep within..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know who should i praise for this crazy crazy stuff that got released on 4th July-2008..ImranKhan..Genelia..the set of friends..naseer,,,the girl..to whom the story was narratedor my fave of the lot...Arbaaz and sohail khan!!&lt;br /&gt;Or should i think about the creative genius of this one guy..who is beyond compare..AAMIR KHAN..though hes just the producer of the movie..all of us know that he'd have had a major hand in the direction..&lt;br /&gt;i do not have many words for the movie..its not a creative brilliance..theres nothing new in the story..and every scene in the movie is predictable..and yet..the movie binds you completely..the sheer innocence of meow and rats is so touching..that everytime they are together..my heart goes out to them..&lt;br /&gt;i cried when they cried..and i was the happiest..when they held hands and hugged each other..i loved it when they were together.and did not need anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;both these new actors have done such an amazing job..they actually seem like they r meow and rats and not genelia and imran..their acting is again no rocket science...yet it is so natural..that u cant help but fal in love with the two of them:-)&lt;br /&gt;the best of friends..for forever.. and stil dont know that they are deeply in love with each other..even though the entire world knows about it..and their search for a companion for their best friend..the jealousy when the other is away with someone..the feeling of missing him/her..the uncomfort that gradually seeps in to that wonderful friendship..just about everything has been so beautifully portrayed..&lt;br /&gt;the movie is really unreal...yet it makes one dream of a world like that..it gives you such a feel good feeling..and sweeps u along with it..like a cool cool breeze..to actually make u believe.. that theres a world where friends like this exist..where love is so pure...where families are so tied by the bond of love even though they are the most modern of the lot..it makes u feel..that even with ur strange weaknesses..theres someone in this world..who is crazy about u.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to go back to college and revive so much that i lost out on..it makes me want to wipe out the disastrous first relationship i had(something that i kept missing for years after it was over)it makes me want to grow younger..and happier..and it makes me wanna tell all my friends how wonderful they have been..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me wanna tell him..that no matter how old we may get and even though I may not sustain ..he will still be  a part of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.the movie is a celebration of the purest emotions called love and friendship.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said that love and friendship dont mix..must have been a lunatic..the two are so entwined..and this is what meow and rats told us through their innocence..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it makes u fall in love with the feeling of falling in love..it makes you never wanna grow up..it makes u happy..sad..silly..stupid..so many times it makes u feel just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tera mujhse hai pehle ka nata koi...yun hi nahi dil lubhata koi..jaane tu..ya jaane na.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;santasizing...Fantasizing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinning'/><title type='text'>Gift of the day</title><content type='html'>This is one of the many gifts that I keep getting from vin..but ya..this ones a little special..as I got it after a little fight:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could explain it to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd write you a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby your the dream I see,&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Your the best thing ever,&lt;br /&gt;Your the girl I want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Your like the oxygen in the air,&lt;br /&gt;You keep me breathing each day,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;It takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy when I go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy knowing I have you,&lt;br /&gt;I've been happy since the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the strength in my heart,The pieces, the parts,&lt;br /&gt;love not hard, its keeping me moving, instead of fallin' apart,&lt;br /&gt;the love I've been lookin' for, from the very start,&lt;br /&gt;baby its you, your the one who deserves my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you this baby,&lt;br /&gt;If there is a way I can,&lt;br /&gt;I will do all I can do,&lt;br /&gt;To show you exactly where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can make it through anything,&lt;br /&gt;We can be together this whole life long,&lt;br /&gt;We can make it through all the bad times baby,&lt;br /&gt;Because the feelings we have are very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;For more than ever and a day,&lt;br /&gt;I want to explain to you how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I wouldn't run out of words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is the future I want,&lt;br /&gt;Holding you high up in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you are all mine,&lt;br /&gt;Showing you I'm always there,&lt;br /&gt;Being myself all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Running my fingers through your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I want to be with you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can see that I really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you baby,&lt;br /&gt;Please see that it's true,&lt;br /&gt;You are my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to you Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see us ever falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you always,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You With All of My Heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rendered speechless after the sheer beauty of the thought vin has put in this creation:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741612197671955747-8568591065640077059?l=santasizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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