<?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-2293641491546033869</id><updated>2011-12-14T15:33:16.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1840572762076587027</id><published>2011-09-03T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:59:24.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could say I am an uncomplicated person - I obviously am not. You know what my problem is? I am very good at hiding them, so good amount of people end up thinking my life is all roses and rainbows. Sometimes I think more I ignore myself, more I'll remain at peace and sometimes I feel like a coward running away from my own thoughts. I've been told my laughter is irritatingly child-like but contagious - but it seems to me only others think it genuine, I myself always feel like I am faking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of &amp;nbsp;my friend thinks that I overthink, about every little detail - even things that most people don't even pay attention to. Is it that or my head is just too impatient that it needs to obsess over every thing just to keep it occupied? I will never crib about the people I know (okay maybe about a few people I will) because I've been very fortunate with my friends and family, But always something is missing. (Mind you I really mean someTHING, not someONE). So many people I call and consider friends but I feel like a lonely soul on journey to different planet, where I don't belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I really feel like I belong anywhere?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1840572762076587027?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1840572762076587027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1840572762076587027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1840572762076587027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1840572762076587027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/rambles.html' title='rambles.'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3219445436896517796</id><published>2011-04-30T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:41:57.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random poem from my head..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;there she is, smiling and looking happy,&lt;div&gt;something is not quite right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I know its killing her inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl inside her wants you to find her,&lt;div&gt;she is scared and alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding her tears and fears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there isn't much shes asking for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all she wants is a little bit of care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a hand to hold on to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes afraid of being happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will you change that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will you be that hand or just a passing phase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&amp;nbsp;grenade of thoughts is ticking within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its only a matter of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will tear her apart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help her..she'll never open up by herself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nows the chance before its too late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't let the child within her die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the only thing keeping her alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3219445436896517796?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3219445436896517796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3219445436896517796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3219445436896517796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3219445436896517796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-poem-from-my-head.html' title='random poem from my head..'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1295388168911780187</id><published>2011-03-18T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:34:53.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fear is funny thing. Sometimes you don't really know what you are afraid of, sometimes its just the idea of "fear" that you are afraid of. F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;ear almost always relates to future events, such as worsening of a situation, or continuation of a situation that is unacceptable.At some point this fear reeks into your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;subconscious so deep that it becomes part of you, and it freaks you out because you don't know what its about nor you know why it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have one of these. Since&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;over 8-9 years now. Its inside me, it don't know what triggers it or what causes it. I have nightmares, those recurring ones, which don't leave you alone. The kinds you think is gone but again makes a dramatic comeback. I have never been afraid of dark or heights but this "abstract" nightmare of mine combines both of them AND it freaks me out. There have been nights I've woken up so afraid that I am afraid to close my eyes again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let me describe it. So it always starts with me looking over a deep well in a dark moonless-starless night. Then I fall. In a deep abyss which never seem to end. I can feel the walls with my hands on both sides of me but there seems to be no bottom to that dark well. I keep trying to clutch or reach for something to make it stop but I continue falling. In all these years, I don't recall ever seeing the end of this dream. Its always me falling to a bottomless end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I have tried looking at many places trying to figure out what it stands for but I don't really relate to the answers that I get. Like one of them says something about how it means that '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;you should be cautious or tense expected survival is possible or damage to your dignity.' That doesn't seem to make sense if you have same dream/nightmare for years together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Another one I got is&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 'well&amp;nbsp;symbolizes&amp;nbsp;the cause or source. Since you don't hit bottom, look to see how you have been trying to figure out how something happened or how to cause something to take place but have not figured it out yet. You may not yet know that thought is cause and what happens in the physical existence is the manifestation of that thought.' This sounds promising but I don't know if I really do put so much thought behind anything, and then if this was the cause why would I be afraid of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This might need a group effort in order to figure it out. anyone any ideas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1295388168911780187?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1295388168911780187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1295388168911780187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1295388168911780187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1295388168911780187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-nightmare.html' title='My Nightmare'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3757622968671974764</id><published>2011-03-07T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:09:50.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I am still a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another list..whooppiieee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.I love Disney! I really do. I still want to be a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.I prefer watching&amp;nbsp;Nickelodeon&amp;nbsp;and Disney channel over ABC and Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.I still need to be yelled upon so I maybe I'll study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.My weapon of choice to get my work done is puppy-dog face (surprisingly it works)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.Giving me responsibilities is like giving monkey an Iphone, I have no idea wat to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6."Impulse Decisions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7.I always have a current-I-can't-live-without obsession. Right now it is an Iphone game called Ijewels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.I know more than 15 cartoon title tracks by heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.My favorite movie of all times is Beauty and the Beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10.I sometimes shop tshirts from kid section. (They are just plain cute, don't judge me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11.My way of countering any&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;is the classic tongue-out or pinching spree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12.I tuck myself into bed. Like a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13.I dont count calories. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14.I whine. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15.Sometimes I get such a sugar high, I wake up with a sugar hangover. Not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3757622968671974764?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3757622968671974764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3757622968671974764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3757622968671974764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3757622968671974764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/reasons-why-i-am-still-kid.html' title='Reasons why I am still a kid'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5151245785861738420</id><published>2011-02-27T00:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:09:51.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes I am writing this on a Saturday night instead of getting wasted like a normal 22 year old, that is not because I don't have a life but because I refuse to follow the society; Fridays are my Saturdays. Anyways, back to topic. I am not even going to deny when you say I am a-bit childish, okay very childish, but I consider that as a part of my charm. (I might be a tad bit delusional too). As its evident from quite a few of my posts, I love making lists - so for your entertainment here goes another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two word things - Bubble Wrap - Ice Cream - Snow Fall - Teddy Bears - Frozen Yogurt - Free Food - Roller Costers - Mega Sale - Lame Jokes - yea you get the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone calls me for food (it means I don't have to cook!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Moni calls me to tell me, "you lucky B****, you went off and left me here, now patao parents for me"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone complements unexpectedly making me turn pink in the cheeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jokes that only I understand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom calling me Betu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad trying (hard) to crack a joke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bitching about people I don't like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking at 2 in the afternoon and realizing I don't have classes so I can stop panicking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding money you didn’t even know you lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating cake first thing in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good hair day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to romantic songs when it is raining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding marshmallows in random food item&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nutella on anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When one of my&amp;nbsp;niece&amp;nbsp;calls me&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;aunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone defends me even when my&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;is completely pointless and maybe even wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking through old pictures and laughing uncontrollably&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking one awesome picture after a series of crappy ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moments in life when it is acceptable to laugh like an evil villain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radio playing the song that you were thinking of at exactly the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs whether I need it or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of accomplishment when I figure out something (I am usually painfully slow at figuring out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone trying really hard to convince me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing on top of my lungs and dancing to it when no one is around (note: Nilay &amp;amp; Namita, I want to do wii dance it again, soon!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I can write more, but I shall refrain from boring you guys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5151245785861738420?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5151245785861738420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5151245785861738420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5151245785861738420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5151245785861738420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='little things that make me happy'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8309957900875288796</id><published>2011-02-12T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:24:57.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There Nipa, I am making this public.. I think Valentine's day is the most pointless holiday ever! It is over hyped and overdone like a bad cliche, and everywhere you turn there are hearts and balloons (the pink hearts really make me cringe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't even deny I am a hopeless romantic and maybe till I was 15-16 I really thought very highly of Valentines day. What was supposed to be - show your love to people you love, its now become a gift giving extravaganza! Its not like I am bitter, trust me I am not! (chocolates and pastries varieties suddenly increase so I am happy). I just happen to think there is no need for a special day to celebrate love, every day is valentines day. In fact if you need a day to "remind" people that you love them, then there is probably something wrong there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, people who are special to me, know they are special (they like it or not). As per my ritual since years, I will still buy myself some chocolates, Although I really wouldn't mind a nice dinner (take a hint, you know I am talking to you) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8309957900875288796?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8309957900875288796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8309957900875288796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8309957900875288796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8309957900875288796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6948469554277903072</id><published>2011-01-13T20:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:29:51.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the young and stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am in my early twenties which is the perfect age to be young and stupid (not that i wasn't before, but apparently it is more justified when you are in your 20s). I already have quite a collection of stories to tell my grandkids proving that I was by no means a boring young girl and I intend to have a lot more. The point of this post is not really those stories, which I might not reveal to anyone till I have grandkids :P, the real point is, its okay to make stupid spontaneous decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have made decisions which were not exactly smart, most of them resulted in funny/weird stories, but they were MY decisions rational or not. yes there are instances where I should have taken the other way out but you learn to stand tall only when you fall down enough. If I were really all miss-goody-two-shoes, maybe by now I would have been frustrated being all nice and turned into a psychotic bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In retrospect i don't really want to change any thing, maybe then I wouldn't have turned out the way I have. ( I have been told I am awesome, I shall assume that is true). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I still have a good 5 years to be all young and stupid, as long as I don't murder someone or get involved in a bank robbery I think I am fine. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ven with all my stupid and rash decisions I think I've turned out quite okay. Good job mom! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6948469554277903072?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6948469554277903072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6948469554277903072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6948469554277903072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6948469554277903072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/young-and-stupid.html' title='the young and stupid'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6849229677364272262</id><published>2011-01-06T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:40:23.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year That Was</title><content type='html'>What a roller coster ride this year was! started with a funny new year party at Krupa's house and ended with a financial discussion 8000 miles away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First half was bitter sweet, although was really excited about starting a new journey, was really sad that i had to leave behind family, friends and all that was taken for granted (read domestic work and mummy-daddy protection plan). most of it was the Coorg trip then the 2 mini-Lonavala trips, the hugely expensive Hard Rock Cafe stints and Man-U cafe night. the college farewell, where i had tears in my eyes and Hersh trying to cheer me up because he didn't want to get beaten up :P , the black book(s) and my obsessive need to make sure the formatting was perfect, the project presentation where the results were rigged up, lord of the rings trilogy at kela's place, out of the blue's wrong cheese fondue and perfect mushrooms, overnights and mindikot tournaments, last few weeks of meeting everyone at any given chance, friendship day's night when people tried to kidnap me while i sneaked out of my house in pajamas! (and i had actually delayed getting my plane tickets for a birthday party)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying goodbyes is never easy is it? then came the amreekan part! within a week most of us were leaving, probably not going see other for a long time, people we were habituated to see every day, some of them even during vacations. came here, first place i visit before even reaching my house? kohl's and bath and body shop :P . I actually traveled to 6 states in the first 3 days in USA, i had no apartments to look for no paperwork to be done, no real need for a job like most normal people do. made quite some new friends, house parties and overnights and yes trains! (i am telling you i have some deep connections with trains, even the apartment i live in has a train line next to it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new places, new people, new lifestyle. i went from being an absolute princess to doing some work around the house! made some decisions about my life and then went ahead and nullified them..you never know what life throws at you. went from living with family to living on my own. And no i still can't cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all not really a bad year, but wouldn't really rate it to be the best. the best is yet to come! lets hope 2011 brings more good times than bad, more laughter, more memories and less of life altering decisions (would really prefer it to be drama-less!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so happy new year! be happy and smile! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6849229677364272262?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6849229677364272262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6849229677364272262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6849229677364272262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6849229677364272262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-that-was.html' title='A Year That Was'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7061997501077592624</id><published>2010-11-16T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:04:15.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woah!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing because I am really just running around..for those of you who don't know, i relocated from my wonderful chunnu to a new place which is in a new town in a new country on another continent. Was talking to a friend, he writes a blog too, that reminded oh well didn't I have one too? So I ended up reading my own blog (I was supposed to be studying), remembered all the situations and the state of mind I have written the previous ones. I can recall each and every feeling I felt while writing them, guess that does make me an open book! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog was my escape, and I hope to keep it that way, at least try to. Whenever I have been low or sad or happy or excited I have let it out on this in my own weird ways. I've been blogging since I was 18! long time huh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I am trying to say this baby is back in business! I am going to try to post at least once every month, i need to keep a chronicle of my life so I can someday come back to it and be amazed how much my life and people in it have changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till next month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7061997501077592624?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7061997501077592624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7061997501077592624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7061997501077592624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7061997501077592624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/woah.html' title='woah!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-9145462466899235869</id><published>2010-02-27T12:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:34:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont know what to write.</title><content type='html'>i am so out of my element its crazy! i think of writing but i simply cant. nothing gets to me. so while i am really bored i just thought I'd write something. so we went to Lonavala a few weeks ago, you know just kinda a day trip. Friday morning we decided on it and on Saturday off we went! poor Darshan, he planned the whole thing, injured his leg on Friday, and couldn't come. it was hanging out kinds. oh but the fun we had! also i gave my LONG pending birthday treat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week it was treat time for rest of the people, namely - Krupa, Hersh, Darshan and Satya. pending since November! after so much wait it rather be good so, we went to hard rock cafe. madness unfolded. (cousins, i am no DHEELI) by the time those waiters got on the platform to do their YMCA dance i was so much in the dancy-mood that i wanted to join them! which i couldn't so i danced near our table! yaay to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as of now i don't have anything else to add. let me me get back from Coorg (going on 3rd march) maybe then I'll have more to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: by the way i came across this charity "30 dollar finance" via a friend, you guys should check it out. only kicker is they don't have a credit card facility yet, still you can contribute via checks or paypal. (www.30df.org)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-9145462466899235869?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9145462466899235869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=9145462466899235869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9145462466899235869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9145462466899235869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-know-what-to-write.html' title='dont know what to write.'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5369392917208011659</id><published>2010-01-29T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:00:57.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>advices and then some...</title><content type='html'>dedication: this one is for someone who told me,*quote* for gods sake please at least write nonsense instead of just staring at space if you have no work! *unquote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past few days, apart from giving various advices i have been on the receiving end of quite a few. since a few hours i have been going back in time and analysing a lot of things, which for some reason had taken for granted. (i know this is sounding a bit gibberish, but you we all have our gibberish moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one of my friends has been having a tough time with a best friend. fights, misunderstandings and such. person that i am, i sit and give advices -  do this, do that. that's when i realise, i should take my own advices sometimes. at least 2 of my friends WILL agree that i give really good advices, i wonder why i don't follow them myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my demons. A LOT OF THEM. why do i try figuring them alone when i am clearly not much of a keeping-my-problems-to-myself kind of a person? (it usually ends with me losing my head or me ending up crying, either of them not good for me or anyone around me!) i think i tend to over analyse the situation, which gets me into deeper shit and wrong or misinterpreted ideas. (sometimes i am right ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one theory is i am too damn stubborn. i resist change even if sometimes change is required and is for good. so i am left behind in an make believe idealist world where everything goes my way. ok maybe half of it can be true, but i definitely don't live in a make believe world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other theory is, i don't trust anyone at all. one person, maybe two. that's all the people i trust. that's why when i get upset, there might be no one to pacify me or make me think rational thoughts. and Nirali : upset? SCARY. i guess i should make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways done with grumbling..if anyone is interested in more disjointed ideas please feel free to chat or call me up. oh if by any chance anyone has another theory or can deduct why i have my whys, do let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5369392917208011659?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5369392917208011659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5369392917208011659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5369392917208011659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5369392917208011659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/advices-and-then-some.html' title='advices and then some...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8843655813758921311</id><published>2009-12-17T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:25:31.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on me</title><content type='html'>oh man haven't written a blog post since like months. what's with me?! so anyways. these months had been progressively ranging from routine-madness-super madness-dead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October and November mostly went in the last few weeks of my internship. what fun it was. it was just endless timepass. i don't think I'd read more books in shorter time span! before you guys point a huge fat finger on me, let me tell you, i worked as well. so much so that my superiors used to think i am a very technically sound person. ha take that! on the last day all of us 7 trainees, Sneha (one of the employees of my dept), Linette (purchase dept) and Abhilash sir (my superior) went for a nice lunch at "US Pizzas" and then spent rest of the day taking pictures! we just shut down the dept and had fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the very next day i set out for Ahmadabad (i know where else!) wedding no.1 of the season. so my cousin, Kunal was getting married. new dresses and madam Nipa. we both had maximum fun. late nights, her parlour visits and mad dialogues. nights sitting, also a night at the banglow. Dhaval ragging. hes never going to hear the end of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November end - December was just a blur of applications, wedding no.2 and related functions. getting all dressed up, smiling endlessly, inside jokes with the cousins. then came my birthday. yes my 21st birthday. nothing out of the ordinary, (what can i say, i am not much of a party person), just i have the most amazing friends. EVER. so they gifted me a goddamn guitar. whoppiiee!! i am trying to learn it. seriously. by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my birthday week, it was mostly Nipa-times. going out, shopping, hanging out etc. and then she left..='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was almost over, when suddenly my friend Krupa invites us to have a new years party at her house. very generous, given our awesome gang of weirdos! oh that was one hell of a party. fun times..*reminiscing* (for pictures refer fbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year started with a bang and a minor hangover. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..what do i say about January. it was/is the most weird month in the collection of months i have mentioned. it started with fun, somewhere in the middle major boredom and again random outings, movies and fun. some where in all that i had a placement interview and managed a job at Infosys. oh then, COLLEGE! you guys cannot believe how much i have missed my college. those corridors where we sit like we own it, the benches where i sleep using my bag as a pillow, those professors who are butt of many jokes and canteen dahi puri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how 2010 shapes up. all those people who have a question about my tattoo plans, its going to be done..probably in February - March..at least not later than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8843655813758921311?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8843655813758921311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8843655813758921311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8843655813758921311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8843655813758921311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-me.html' title='update on me'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3864546981074825222</id><published>2009-10-19T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:26:47.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes and then some...</title><content type='html'>so i read this blog by nice lady dizzy called "random bits of sparkle" : http://onedizzyvizzy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;i read this post by her and was inspired (I've been less and less inspired these days which explains the state of my blog or lack thereof)&lt;br /&gt;any how the post was called "big mistake" and it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we realize what they are and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Only to re-visit them a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;We remember why it fell into the mistake category in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…it was a mistake…I knew that going in…&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna clap my hands, show my palms and go...&lt;br /&gt;And then go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words are so simple and yet makes us go through complex thought patterns. the whats, whys and hows. all mistakes, at some point, you see them coming yet usually end up hoping for the best. shut your eyes to believe things what you want; even though deep in your heart you might just realise you are just fooling your self if not anyone else. i will not deny so many of mistakes were a cause of my deliberate feigning of ignorance. i know everything is not rose gardens and rainbows. but what do i say, i am an idealist and an hopeless optimist, this is how i roll! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till laters,&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;ni..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3864546981074825222?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3864546981074825222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3864546981074825222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3864546981074825222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3864546981074825222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/mistakes-and-then-some.html' title='mistakes and then some...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5123394439025922128</id><published>2009-08-19T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:59:27.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>internship!</title><content type='html'>i haven't updated since long! reason one: little while i was too busy enjoying my vacations watching movies (record of 8 movies within 3 weeks!) reason two: just when i was finished with that, my internship started, and somehow i get tired doing no work so i come home sleep, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am interning at Asian Heart Institute, BKC. i am not half a doctor like my mom likes to say, i am just part of the technical team. that's a good word for mechanics. when machines malfunctions, who do u call? biomedical! sometimes problems are as dumb as they forgot to put on the power,  and they tell us machine is not working! go figure. who made them doctors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have half day shifts 6 days a week. about 5 hrs a day. AND GUESS who i have for company!!?? Darshan, Aditya and Shivani, so rest assure its a hell of a party there! so we basically attend small fixing calls, routine check ups (of the machines), and do time pass when all machines surprisingly work, which happens very rarely. our senior engineers are pretty cool! so that is a positive experience right. by the way the guy who handles us most of the time, is just 2 yrs older to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats basically all about my internship. ok also, they don't pay us. by the way if anyone of you needs to go to Asian heart anytime, DO NOT under any circumstances, eat at Asian Heart. rather go to the US pizza outlet just outside. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5123394439025922128?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-2049983379119878033</id><published>2009-07-05T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:21:11.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>section 377</title><content type='html'>ok i might not be an activist or something but i can tell you i am happy that India is opening its eyes to being a democracy it truly is. on July 2, 2009, Delhi high court gave a verdict in favour of decriminalising of gay and lesbian relationships. i took it for granted that every educated person would welcome this verdict, boy i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are one of the only progressive countries in the world that criminalised gay relationships, when it is hardly any secret that gay-ism is not alien to our culture, for eg: kamasutra or even the temple at khajurao which came long before we were even introduced to western cultures. it has to be understood that we are not gods to decide and impose someone their sexuality. it is not evil to be different. we call ourselves an handicraft of gods, so are gays, they do not fall off from the skies. it is someones personal choice and it is not a matter of family or culture or religion. it is every persons right to decide their own paths of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not trying to justify my thoughts or ideas to anyone because i respect the fact that everyone has a right to have thier own ideas. it is just that i hope everyone does open thier minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-2049983379119878033?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2049983379119878033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=2049983379119878033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2049983379119878033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2049983379119878033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/section-377.html' title='section 377'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7194865936074389277</id><published>2009-06-16T02:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:52:25.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba</title><content type='html'>this is in fond memory of my grandmother, simply known as 'Ba', who passed away to a better place yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SjdA3VFqHlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/aPg_fT8k9cc/s1600-h/ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SjdA3VFqHlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/aPg_fT8k9cc/s320/ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347814401823612498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we take so much for granted, people around us mostly. but one day they just leave, leaving nothing but memories and words that echo in your head. although when it just happens, you are numb, confused because so many things happen at one time. within a few hours it hits you, they are gone. forever. they get transferred from being a constant presence to a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was probably the first person to realise that she was gone, because i checked her pulse while waiting for the doctor. it was absent. worst part is i didn't even get to talk to her. then suddenly everything started coming back to my head. all the times we didn't get along, all the times i told her you don't understand, all the bad things I've done and said, intentionally or unintentionally due to my arrogance and ignorance over the last 12 years we've lived together. times i wished i could tell her i was sorry for and tell her i love her. i remembered her funny moods when she'd giggle like a 10 year old, i remembered when i was little how she used to feed me oranges, peeling the soft skin delicately and feeding only the pulp to me. i remembered how stubborn she could get, the trait i inherited. her anger. her soft hearted-ness. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had to keep all that out of my head because i knew i had to take care of my mom who wouldn't stop crying and my sister who was the closest to her. holding back those tears were the toughest thing I've ever done. my room seemed empty. all her medicines still there but not her. i had promised her that we'll take her to "Chuda" this Diwali. but that Diwali never came. she was gone. i had never seen my father cry, but i did when they took her. and now shes gone, into the dust where we all come from. only thing i am happy is that she went peacefully, with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else you may be dead, but to me you continue to live on, in my heart. i hope you are happy wherever you are Ba.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the times. we love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7194865936074389277?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7194865936074389277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7194865936074389277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7194865936074389277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7194865936074389277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ba.html' title='Ba'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SjdA3VFqHlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/aPg_fT8k9cc/s72-c/ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3824254305730424053</id><published>2009-05-06T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:56:55.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>half yearly (almost) update on my new yr resolutions</title><content type='html'>if anyone missed my 09 resolutions can be found on "http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-2009.html"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because I'll be writing exams in June (which starts on May 19 by the way) i decided to give a report on how i am doing on my resolutions a month in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voting card yes. stupid stupid government! i got registered in Jan but apparently last minute registrations do not show up on election rolls, i missed voting! goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about looking like hippo, lets just say I've lost too much weight in somewhat freakish way, so much so my mom thinks i have an eating disorder. in any case, i don't need exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is growing longer by the day and i am kind of planning to get some blue thingies on it. don't let it out ok, its kinda secret as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, ice cream intake has reduced drastically yet while mom dad were vacationing last month (20th April -1st May ) i had almost 2 litre of vanilla ice cream in under 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo and piercing still in the process of saving money! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly sleep troubles. erratic! some days i cant sleep AT ALL and some days i don't wake up! like on sat i finally could sleep at 5.30 in the morning but then got up at 8! while someday in the last week i slept almost a whopping 16 hrs in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets just say i am working hard on trying to get all the resolutions i set for myself. and by the way, i am going to see wolverine even if i have to go for it in the middle of my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till laters!&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3824254305730424053?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3824254305730424053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3824254305730424053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3824254305730424053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3824254305730424053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-yearly-almost-update-on-my-new-yr.html' title='half yearly (almost) update on my new yr resolutions'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3355825512721185924</id><published>2009-04-26T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:26:49.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crap from my head.</title><content type='html'>i want to do a kind of verbal diarrhea here but words seem to have abandoned me. weird concoction of imagination of what had been and what can be. there is no black and white. there is just grey. there is no good or bad. there is always a decision. we are all complex people, someone when in public but someone totally different while we are alone. we all have two personalities. we all lie, to friends, to people we love, to family, to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am done with philosophy 101. till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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head.'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8675000054414647999</id><published>2009-04-10T03:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:22:20.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>songs from my birth year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;80's was a weird decade as far as music is concerened...cheesy pop and hard rock! 88 no different...so i found some songs from my birth year that i actually listen and like... in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She's Like The Wind - Patric Swayze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Loco-Motion - Kylie Minogue (i loveeeeeee this one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Candle In The Wind - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Baby Can I Hold You - Tracey Chapman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love                    for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Glenn Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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year!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-9068302730590256390</id><published>2009-03-18T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:51:55.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cnirali%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" 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style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve never had pet names that stuck for more than a few years! Few that I had for some time were beni (mom), faudi (school friends), niru (jinal), titatu, niyali (kids of my cousins).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love doing crafts though I haven’t done in a long time. Last I did a bit of craft was for a birthday card year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HATE pulses! Really! Only while eating pulses my face contorts to its maximum level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have an immense fascination of vampires and dragonflies. To the point of obsession at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve never slapped anyone in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t put on makeup until forced to. Also hate to wear jewellery. Guess that makes me a weird girl. Also I hate pink colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love collecting smooth stones. I have quite a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t talk much with people I meet for the first time. Usually remain silent. Making friends usually takes too much time for me. Trusting people, even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t watch any Indian television serials. They are pointless and make me gag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I learnt cycling at the age of 15. I once fell down from it when I was 6, was scared ever since. Finally my younger sister, moni taught me how to cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have huge ego problems and a real bad temper. I tend to piss off people with my anger issues but I am usually the one who says sorry whether or not I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate my toenails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like wearing men’s watches and men’s non-musk perfumes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing can make me happier faster than an ice cream. NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow I like discussing sports more than discussing who is dating whom and related girl gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although blue is my favourite colour I own less than 5 blue outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing I am most attached to, of all my possessions, is my blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I own 12 Barbies. Still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I want to avoid talking something with person in front of me, I start flipping pages of whatever book/pamphlet I can lay my hands on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I am nervous, my hands actually shake like they are having some kind of seizure also I start stammering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t cook but I can wear a sari all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My favourite Gujarati word is “luchi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My funniest recent memory with my parents is this one time when we had gone for dinner at New Yorkers, the south Mumbai one, moni kept asking for a balloon and mom told her to stop acting like a 5 year old. After about 10 minutes mom told dad to stop at chopati. Dad asked why. Mom said, “I want to have cotton candy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a blue outline right outside my iris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am allergic to cigarette smoke and eucalyptus (nilgiri) &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/2293641491546033869-9068302730590256390?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9068302730590256390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=9068302730590256390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9068302730590256390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9068302730590256390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 random things about me'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5589641968320064545</id><published>2009-03-01T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:49:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bluhh...</title><content type='html'>omg so i haven't updated in 2 months! that's new! hmmm..lets just say there was not much to be updated about other than few things, like my big trip to dharmshala-mcleodgunj with friends in jan, which by the way wasn't a Industrial Visit. it was super fun! we were 30 people, 24 guys and 6 girls. and one helluva location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, do you guys remember i said something about how i saved up 4 grands for my tattoo? well its all gone! like always feb has been one expensive month. this month havn't been home before 8 everyday. somedays even later. not home even most sundays. random house parties and sunset watches or just sensless wasting of time. thats how my feb has been. oh special mention, valentine's day..nah..single's day at Ivy, worli. "wine and dine". let me tell you, i've decided i don't like white wine. eeeewwww. it was fun 7, (me, Nidhi, Rushita, Darshan, Hersh, Pandya and Abhijit) of us making fun of all the lovey dovey couples nearby! oh yes and all of us were travelling in one car, WAGON R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, every thursday we have our practicals at haji ali (at some rehab centre), so after those really boring hours we end up at Abhijit's society, to watch the sunset! lol..and yes not to mention most of the time we usually are not going to the practicals for knowledge but to have donuts in the break! =p i recommend "Mad-o-wot" donuts near Rightplace sandwhich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more update, i have my GRE on 26th March which i am not well prepared for. mostly because i am bored of doing words. its crappy and makes my moods even more crappier! hopefully i will give it as scheduled or might just postpone it..hoping for the best! (fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till later..&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5589641968320064545?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5589641968320064545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5589641968320064545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5589641968320064545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5589641968320064545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluhh.html' title='bluhh...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-984235864703065135</id><published>2009-01-01T05:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:04:18.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buddies part 3</title><content type='html'>this part is all the people who don't fit into school or college category..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVydo-QMNjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eGTF1tpLyjU/s320/other.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273389857355314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jaini Sheth:(no pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my friend since what jr.kg or something. i remember going to her house when i was in 1st or 2nd standard to play. and i had to make sure one of my cousins or the watchman drop me there becasue i wasn't allowed to cross the road alone. she takes million years to get ready and is really hardworking. we have to take appointments to meet her, because if she changes her clothes she can't come and meet us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Johnathan Hansen:(tight bottom corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hes the only purely net friend of mine back from the days when i was on myspace. so hes from hawaii and in the US Marines. super fun to talk to and once upon a time used to call me Indian Lady because he still can't prononce my name properly. real sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Krishma Mehta: (not in the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i know her since what 7th or 8th. practically grown up in her house, still i didn't get her pure jain lifestyle. =p hell lot of memories together, michael's tutions and overnights and five gardens. gowd! yes her fridge still gets raided everytime i am at her house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Manjula Ramchandran: (top right corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we met in 10th tutions. got along REALLY well. used to make fun of krishma and irritate her a hell lot! she used lived next door to Forum so used to do time pass from the windows as well! oh yes and the awesome plum cake at her house. yum! now she is in banglore and goddamn we have to meet soon manjula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Mausam Buch:(middle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one of my sweetest friend. we have crap loads of memories of going for a walk to BM's to bitch about someone. we hardly ever meet but when we do we catch up right from we left off. we have a weird connection. we talk about our so called problems and then come up with even stupider ways to counter it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Miral Shethia:(bottom left corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one of my good friends. since he is not in india as of now whenever i can't sleep i call him up rather than disturbing people who are sleeping! so he dj's cracks pj's and plays football and yeah is real weird at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Niraj Sanghvi:(top left corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over smart v-zay-ti-aai he is. always jaloing me that his exams go over before mine! but yes we talk a lot of nonsence all the time, mostly its bitching about our respective universties and society in general!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Nirmala Sheshadri: (mid bottom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one of my closest friends from jr. college, but sadly we are out of contact because for some weird reason she doesn't pick up the phone. not only mine but all of ours. we are kind of very similar nature wise and intellectual level wise as well. love ya, missya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Pooja Jadhav: (not in the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;psycho! my jc friend. super fun, motor mouth and extremely dangerous! we have done lots of kidas on account of Reshma. also we have a history of doing random things at random times. like prank calling people from the pco booth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Reshma Chawla: (not in the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no one is more chalu than this chick! CRAZY. super fun and extremely random. you cannot just predict her. lives her life on her terms and totally enjoys while doing so. she taught me how to enjoy saying bitch! and also told one of my crushes that i had a crush on him becasue she thought it'll be fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Sharang Krishnan: (top mid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we met in the junior college as well. though we never talked much in the college, but we became great friends later. hes my top timepass and he does enjoy screwing his own brains by talking to me. (at least that's what i'd like to think) we can go on and on on random topics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah that's about it. most of my close friends i've put in. hope you guys liked this! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-984235864703065135?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/984235864703065135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=984235864703065135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/984235864703065135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/984235864703065135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/buddies-part-3.html' title='buddies part 3'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVydo-QMNjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eGTF1tpLyjU/s72-c/other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8803206812557757480</id><published>2009-01-01T04:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:36:08.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buddies part 2</title><content type='html'>college people. there are about 23 people. i hope i can put the locations wrt to the collage.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVyOMcGDC_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/BslgCACXUoc/s320/coll.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286256406977252338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Abhijit Sapre:(bottom left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asshole he is!(in a funny weird way) fun to be around, cracks the craziest jokes and is game to watch crappiest of movies. poker is what he lives for and Old monk is his god. yeah also not only he is over smart also he is currently my college's sports captain. likes being called Abby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Aditya Jain (jain):(second row from bottom, first on the right side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Crazy. all the jokes that happen have happened to someone in his family or friends. i thought he was a quiet nice boy when i first met him. boy i was wrong! expert in kandi maro-ing. oh and he has HOTS for someone! hes a good guy great with consoling and pacifying someone, ok me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Aditya Pandya (pandya):(top row, third from the right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one word. KAMINA. pj master. you never know what is going in the funny little head of his. is always smiling. i don't think I've seen him angry so far. also yeah when we are deciding where to go for a movie or lunch, lets go somewhere in malad. because he lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Akshay Parmar:(second row from top, first on left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"eeee deee naa reee" has craziest hair. his recent fad is to wear wool hairband. brilliant in studies and sports. sprinting, football. oh and he eats like all of us combined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Arpit Jain:(bottom row, second from the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he is the punchbag of all the girls in the class. yeah and he does "teri kasam" with a cross. juvenile i know! my company in the library when no one else is coming to college. yes it is irritating sometimes when he continuously raps. idol: eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Aniruddh Unni:(second row from the top, second from left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he is i don't know how to describe. funny maybe, also a himmesh fan. loves singing crappy songs. talks in a typical unni way. (we call him unni) he is really sweet. oh and we have a special category of jokes know as unni jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Anuradha Hunnur:(top row, first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brilliant as brilliant people come. probably the only one to read that fat huge fuckall neamen. but despite this she is fun loving and NOT a nerd. never fails to surprise people with her slowly emerging personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Chintan Shah:( second row from the top, first from right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sabse sharif bacha. really really sweet. fun to be with and awesome company. cracks crappy jokes. always available when you need him. yes he STILL hasn't taken me to the beach like he promised.=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Darshan Shah:(second row from bottom, second from right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he is my best friend. always right there. crappy jokes are his forte. we fight like cats and dogs but then we always somehow sort it out. he is my go-to man in case i get into trouble or feel troubled. i am lucky to have a best friend like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Gargi Phadnis:(second row from the bottom, third from left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;looks seedhi saadhi but in terms of masti, she is far from it. always makes weird faces in the lectures she hates, but somehow is absent in most of our outings. oh and psst: she has a shaikh in Dubai. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Hersh Desai:(second row from the bottom, first on left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;someone once described him as a "BLONDIEEE" he is the source of all TV series on my hard disk! hes a nice weird guy. but then who isn't. yes he loves to show off his new apple laptop. his current job includes asking everyone for the money for the dharamshala trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Jinal Mody:(second roe from the bottom, second on left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ok i blame her for all my impromptu CCD outings. also one of the most easiest person to talk to when you need someone to listen to all your incessant blabberings. is a little dumbo at times but its ok, who isn't. and yes her downfall? we have to explain every pj to her. REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Krupa Mehta:(bottom row, second from the left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bewdi central girl! (other central girls include me and sonam) we end up wearing same colour clothes to college somehow, its telepathic! her cellphone is the envy of every eye. and she is the secret crush of millions. =p super fun to be with. total kiddo. and a fellow shin chan lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Mihir Shah:(not in the pic =( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my partner in crime when we are irritating darshan. and it is mostly both of us at darshan's house to make sense of lots of study material. not in my class but yeah a pretty good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Mruganshi Shukla:(bottom right corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;girl with the weirdest name and the hugest eyes and shortest height. i pity her for what a mess people make of her name. real good friend always helpful and my voice on conscience. oh we took admission on the same day, so i guess i know her longer than most of other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Nidhi Shetty:(top row, second from the left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my tuinssss! top grade nautanki and pj queen. is super fun to be with and always game to go have fun. usually my only company when we are out with all the guys. oh yes we don't mess with nidhi. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Pankti Shah:(top right corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my next roll number, saviour when i get the courage to copy. loves doing time pass and an awesome dancer. lives nearest to college but somehow is ALWAYS late! has an infectious laughter and is a sleepy head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Pranav Patil:(top row, second from right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;silent species. talks very little but when does, good jokes come out of his mouth. hes shifted to Kingston so we meet very less though whenever i run into him i get a good hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Rushita Gandhi:(second row from the top, second from right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saaaaaali size zero she is. you should really compare the pics from first year and now! also she is miss worli and we cannot live without bisleri. yes even gola should be bisleri! good extortionist she is. saali prod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Riddhi Vyas:(second row from the top, third from right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't go by her picture. no no. she is little terrorist+rocker. awesome vocalist and even awesome-er punk-er.my study partner and shoo everyone away from the table mate. also the source of all wickedness! oh we will never forget your great Pawan irritating episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Shivani Chitalia:(second row from the top, third from left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;miss camera shy. it is so difficult to get her to pose! really! gets me oreos and chocolates so i love her. also really helpful when you are full on tensed on a day before exam when you still haven't started the portion. =p talking crap is so much fun when she is around. also if you even want to make sure she runs away, start cracking potty jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Sonam Chedda:(top middle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;female Jain she is. looks super sharif but is a full on prankster, without her phone she is nothing. really always stuck on her phone. likes to do crazy stuff at times. but most of the time she is just watching the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Trusha Parekh:(second row from the bottom, 4th from left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dude talk a bit please! really introvert but sometimes when she is in mood she can crack really stupid jokes. oh and she has the most gorgeous house! shes into stock market and stuff. what i don't understand is how she manages being awesome in studies and otherwise!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next up concluding part of the series!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8803206812557757480?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8803206812557757480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8803206812557757480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8803206812557757480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8803206812557757480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/buddies-part-2.html' title='buddies part 2'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVyOMcGDC_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/BslgCACXUoc/s72-c/coll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-239853980033862824</id><published>2009-01-01T03:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:28:18.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buddies!! part.1</title><content type='html'>so since my dumb friends have STILL not sent me their pictures, i am going ahead with the people whose pics i have..&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets start with  my school friends. all of it is in alphabetical order. so no one is allowed to hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVyHXSaHaAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/F8CLiGpn1bg/s320/school.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248896774236162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Aditi Shah: (bottom left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so we are friends since 8th i guess. one crazy chick talks non stop and we get along pretty well, because lets face it we are both crazy. she probably doesn't know but she introduced me to joys of  ICED TEA. so shes in pune now. and we missya adi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Bhakti Shah:(mid top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so i hate her! lol we share a unique love-hate relationship. sometimes i don't understand what the eff is wrong with her and sometimes god shes the best. we know each other since like 5th std. short and bossy! really! don't hate me bhagat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Dimpee Shah:(bottom right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she is one of the "science chics" which includes me and dolly. lol. doing something in medical field, which i conveniently forget. =p. we call her chindi because she is one! and yeah her status is eternally unknown. she keeps us guessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Dolly Doshi:(middle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;probabaly i am the closest with dolly among all my school mates. know her since 5th i guess. my kiddo she is. knowing me you guys will think god can someone be and act more kiddish than me. well yes. she is one free spirit and great artist. we've been together not only in school but also in junior college. we have done MANY kiddas most of which i can't put here. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Drashti Parekh:(top right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;GOSSIP..lol that is what she has probably a P.Hd. she is miss know all. we call her BBC. which totally apt. these days she is living on a diet of leaves. apparently she is dieting. oh she can crack pjs. hell lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Forum Gandhi:(bottom middle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ok i don't even remember since when i know her. i changed all three schools with her. she is the dharmist of the group. we have lots of memories, doing stupid things, overnights, flood stories etc! since she's been studying interiors now, my dad has already given her job to design my room when shes done studying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Raashi Shah:(top left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i know her since jr. kg. really. i think we never got along when we were in primary school but now we get along famously. she has weird passion for weird colour shoes and bags. we share our *ehhem* stories and then laugh. and yes she always reminds me "tell your parents to go out of town, i miss our overnights!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next up. college ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-239853980033862824?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/239853980033862824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=239853980033862824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/239853980033862824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/239853980033862824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/buddies-part1.html' title='buddies!! part.1'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SVyHXSaHaAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/F8CLiGpn1bg/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7994336219833710288</id><published>2009-01-01T03:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:53:47.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;happy new year to all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so these are my last year's resolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions.html"&gt;http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see how many i managed..i think i managed most of these accept i didn't get to slap any guy =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah and i stopped biting my nail, really! they are a wee bit grown and painted black. yes don't get shocked that i put nail paints first time since i was 6!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year's resolutions lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. start exercising. i look like a hippo these days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. grow my hair. by the year end i promise they are going to reach my elbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. get a tattoo done. money is being saved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. stop binge-ing on ice cream every other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. get one more piercing. (ok for this i am going to take permission)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. try to sleep before 3 in the night on regular basis. we do not want to be an insomniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. try to be safe and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. get my voting card done.(i filled up the form now i am waiting for the goddamn election commion to open up accepting booths!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i think up more i'll put it on! kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7994336219833710288?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7994336219833710288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7994336219833710288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7994336219833710288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7994336219833710288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-2009.html' title='resolutions 2009'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1425822487461783267</id><published>2008-12-12T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:46.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my buddiiesss!!!</title><content type='html'>today suddenly while not studying anything but pretending to study something i was stuck with an idea, why not introduce my friends to my other friends! so i am gonna do a i-don't-know-how-many parts series about my friends! i should be covering all of them, but for that I'll have to find their pics from somewhere. now my gazillion GB collection of pictures should come to rescue! =p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be putting up little picture of them and writing a little profile. so all of you, wait up till the end of the month i might have it ready. watch out this space if i feature you..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: i am really excited about this project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1425822487461783267?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1425822487461783267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1425822487461783267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1425822487461783267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1425822487461783267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-buddiiesss.html' title='my buddiiesss!!!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3890257319975069932</id><published>2008-12-07T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:27:06.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessive listenting list!</title><content type='html'>these are the only songs I've been listening to obsessively since past few days, you should listen to them (google the lyrics while you do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our truth- Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold- Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever hurt like you-James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Shine-Take That&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a moment-Feeder&lt;br /&gt;7 things-Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world without you-Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;Mar jaawan,&lt;br /&gt;Kuch khaas-Fashion&lt;br /&gt;I hate this song-Secondhand Seranade&lt;br /&gt;Devil town-Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is the life-Amy MacDonald&lt;br /&gt;You're all that i have-Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Heart shaped box-Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sacrifice-Evanscence&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move-Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Lovesong-311&lt;br /&gt;Long night-The Corrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3890257319975069932?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3890257319975069932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3890257319975069932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3890257319975069932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3890257319975069932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/obsessive-listenting-list.html' title='obsessive listenting list!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-41875841344377047</id><published>2008-12-03T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:53:12.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace rally!</title><content type='html'>it was my first ever! so right after the paper got over we - meaning me, Darshan, Aditya, Trusha, Abhijit, Pandya and Rushita went to gate way of India for the peace rally. there were SO many people, mostly between age group of 18-25. people shouting slogans and sporting the people of the city and saluting the heroes who lost their life in the terrorist attack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite an experience, signed on the protest boards, lit candles, held one till it got over, observed young India at its most active. would have put up some pictures but its on Rushita's cell. =(. went to ayub's after that beacuse "you cannot go home without going to ayub's when you are in south Bombay". had an awesome panner tikka roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home alone in the cab because i thought the trains were not too safe to travel at 10 in the night! caught the new taxi, indica one. i thought i'll be bankrupt  coming home in a taxi given the horrible traffic at matunga, but nah, took a few shortcuts and got home within a 100 buck note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next adventure! cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-41875841344377047?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/41875841344377047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=41875841344377047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/41875841344377047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/41875841344377047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace-rally.html' title='peace rally!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-2631678073067978274</id><published>2008-11-30T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:54:00.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it ends...</title><content type='html'>so finally wedding day..since it so late right now and i am so stupendously tired I'll just put up some pics..writing part I'll do tomorrow. i hope that's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLt_MrIRGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dHe_hvWS630/s1600-h/30nov+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLt_MrIRGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dHe_hvWS630/s320/30nov+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539783593935970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mansi didi showing off her bridal finery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuAyEZTyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ATKPaw5lLJw/s1600-h/30nov+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuAyEZTyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ATKPaw5lLJw/s320/30nov+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539810811891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me in the saree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuBGH2vgI/AAAAAAAAADs/26KJvFYwAZg/s1600-h/30nov+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuBGH2vgI/AAAAAAAAADs/26KJvFYwAZg/s320/30nov+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539816195112450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moni and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuBqdMjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L5OFYcIcHWA/s1600-h/30nov+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLuBqdMjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L5OFYcIcHWA/s320/30nov+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539825948298610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me in the reception. look at those giant hands! i need to stop living on Musketeers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-2631678073067978274?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2631678073067978274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=2631678073067978274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2631678073067978274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2631678073067978274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-it-ends.html' title='and so it ends...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STLt_MrIRGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dHe_hvWS630/s72-c/30nov+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3531289866167561678</id><published>2008-11-29T13:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:43:52.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8</title><content type='html'>so finally the terror siege ended today! what a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do things which i am not supposed to, i have made a habit out of it! like my recent stint with sitting in a room full of people with wet mehndi, and now i had a major allergic reaction! last time i did that, i had boils on my nose, this time around its been a little less harsh with me, i just had horrendous body ache and my eyes got swollen, thats it! so i spent most of the morning sleeping, missing most part of the "mandva" ceremony. i mean i will have to wear a gas mask when they apply mehndi on my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the assorted uncles and aunties had lost it, on top of the list was my dad. they greeted everyone who entered the house with a random obscure gujju song! EVEN ME! oh and everyone ragged Nirali bhabhi today. (there are two niralis in my family, for those who didn't know, one me and one my first cousin's wife). reached home like 4 in the afternoon and then went of to sleep on account of my eyes and body ache. it got better by late evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner part was fun! first of all played with Bhagya again. today i even fed him his dinner. Spiderman style! oh the joke of the day: someone apparently told Nita aunty that i was engaged! when she told us (me and mom) that, we both started laughing so hard, i swear my lungs were gonna fall off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that apart, they had arranged for one guy to come to make us play games. that was SUPER fun! there was this one game where you were supposed to answer unrelated to the question asked to the person to your right. basically lie. I WON! so now i am award winning liar. my golden quote was "mari mummy char varas ni che" (my mom is 4 yrs old) and "mara ghar ma bhoot che" (my house has a ghost in it). so earned 500 bucks yay! the second game was complicated one, which Mansi didi won. yeah there was a part where Herin bhai forgot he was married! Anu bhabhi said she is going to make him write imposition stating "i am married to Anuja" a 100 times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept reminding Mansi didi that she was getting married today, so everyone was asking her what is her last wish for the day, she said don't let me marry tomorrow in the most sarcastic way! but Dhaval bhai had other ideas, he suggested "lets get male strippers for you," i was like "yeah! goody!!", then i got a stare and a quick answer saying, "dude you are not 21 yet", i said "one year is ok yaar, what!" he says "ok then its fixed, raat ko 12.30 Krishnalaya terrace, we'll tell Moni we are going for samayak =P"  this obviously didn't happen. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reached home, that is when Kunal bhai asked for the net, because he had received some biodatas he was supposed to read. so here we were going through biodatas of my prospective bhabhis. lets see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the big day! then i am going to study, promise! so i am going to wear a Saree in the morning wedding part, this time its maroon and ochre, and in the reception, a full length black gown (thanks again to Nipa didi for the gorgeous thing, i LOVE your choice). i will put up pics in the blog post about tomorrow. tomorrow have to get up like at 7 (sucks) so let me sign off now, till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling and stay safe...&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3531289866167561678?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3531289866167561678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3531289866167561678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3531289866167561678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3531289866167561678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-8.html' title='day 8'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-9201191077336108999</id><published>2008-11-28T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:02:38.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 7</title><content type='html'>not much to report from the terrorism point of view. all of us are pretty much stuck on TV all day long. it is horrific. i pray for all the innocent souls traumatized and lost to this display of sheer cowardliness and mindless terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the home front, Mansi didi's sangeet was canceled keeping in mind the current safety concerns and as a form of our pleadge of alliance to Mumbai. so a low key affair was held at the house to get the "seekh" from the groom's side. then Mansi didi's mehndi was being applied. and bridal mehndi's are plain awesome, even though they give me a fit of sneezes every time. (i am allergic to nilgiri they put in mehndi). it was fun to pull her leg, and she could do nothing about it. bwhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's best friends daughter, Chandani's sangeet however was held as per as schedule, to show that no terrorism can dampen out spirits, that life must go on. they had a theme of Saree and cocktail gowns, "Oscar night". everyone looked pretty in their gowns and dresses. my mom thought i looked "hot" even though i looked pretty much bloated up! lol...thanks to Nipa didi for the dress i was wearing. love you sweetie! oh they had question and answer round for who knew the bride and groom, one question, if you get it right you get a prize. i won a prize in that! i knew what college Chandani studied in. hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STA_yUT9B2I/AAAAAAAAADU/AHA0J_JS3yE/s1600-h/28112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STA_yUT9B2I/AAAAAAAAADU/AHA0J_JS3yE/s320/28112008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273785297329260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepti aunty (Chandani's mom) had arranged a catwalk competition for females, males and couples. we didn't know but it seemed we were contestants, me and Moni both. yeah also my parents for the couple category. as it is world renowned that i am dead scared of stage or anything to do with people staring at me, i was petrified at the prospect of catwalking! turns out i did well. according to my dad first time i didn't look nervous on the stage. yay! turns out my practising self confidence talks in front of the mirror worked! though i didn't win, my confidence is totally on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was dance and there was food. other than pretty much normal for a sangeet night. and yeah a few cute guys here and there, the catwalk helped in locating them =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is Mansi didi's "mandava" ceremony, other than that pretty much a free day. cya tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-9201191077336108999?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9201191077336108999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=9201191077336108999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9201191077336108999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/9201191077336108999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-7.html' title='day 7'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/STA_yUT9B2I/AAAAAAAAADU/AHA0J_JS3yE/s72-c/28112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6478153661008648841</id><published>2008-11-27T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:20:56.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6</title><content type='html'>what day this was! first of all, my heartfelt salute to all the police and army men who lost their lives in trying to flush the terrorists out in the ongoing battle in Mumbai. i hope everything gets better in hours to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day started dull with all the heart wrenching stories about the blasts and firings. was alone most of the morning as my parents were out on family duty and sister out of studies. i tried studying but my mind was just not there. in the evening we had a quiet mehndi ceremony at Krishnalaya terrace. i decided against putting mehndi on my hands for 2 reasons: 1) i hate the smell and 2) it would look horrid with my evening dress. but went instead with putting mehndi on my feet! it looks awesome let me tell you that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SS7vySWJAwI/AAAAAAAAADE/2d2V9MT-yH8/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SS7vySWJAwI/AAAAAAAAADE/2d2V9MT-yH8/s320/DSC00570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273415860894630658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went pretty smooth. had dahi puri and bhel and yes kulfi. oh and i made friends with one of the hottest boys ever - bhagya. he is Mikul bhai's friend's son. and he is such a cutie. oh yeah he made an exception of me and Moni, because he usually doesn't talk to girls. we danced together, he loves rock on! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SS7vyd6uo_I/AAAAAAAAADM/7Xr4elR8MVM/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SS7vyd6uo_I/AAAAAAAAADM/7Xr4elR8MVM/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273415864000881650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later me, Moni, mom and dad were in full form! we did garba continuous for quite sometime. yes i do know i have really limited skills in the matter but still i managed, thank you very much. then all the cousins and their friends were holed up in Mikul bhai's room waiting for the clock to show 00:00. right when the comedy news channel, India TV showed 00:00 we all wished them a really happy 4th anniversary. it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's programme is not known yet, they might cancel the sangeet keeping in mind the current scenario, lets see. i hope situation gets better for all those are affected directly by the tragedy which is now pegged as the worst terrorist attack on Indian soil. we shall stay strong. for them, for our country. i hope to donate blood, doing a little what i can for my fellow countrymen. jai hind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow..stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6478153661008648841?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6478153661008648841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6478153661008648841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6478153661008648841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6478153661008648841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-6.html' title='day 6'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SS7vySWJAwI/AAAAAAAAADE/2d2V9MT-yH8/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-315647812826943582</id><published>2008-11-26T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:40:23.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5</title><content type='html'>before i go on to day 5, there was stuff that happened at late eve that i didn't put up yesterday. so around 8ish Mansi didi came home to scan her wedding card for invitation purposes. so we did that n tried uploading it on gmail. as most of you know, my net sucks. so the darn thing wouldn't get uploaded. so we loaded it on her cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes home to find out she doesn't have Nokia PC suit. so at 10.30 she calls me up to go to Krishnalaya to do something-anything so that they get sent asap. i go there, and inspite of 50 Nokia cellphones at home but she doesn't have a Nokia CD! so we put it on download. and then went on a chocolate search! i found this half eaten bar of crunch. i did the needful. i completed it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then Mansi didi did her "it doesn't feel like i am going to get married in 4 days!" trust me she repeated this at least 15 times! then we did silly girl-giri. me and Mansi didi had both lost it. oh and i discovered i am lighter than her.hehehehehehe! we somehow managed e-mailing the invites despite the upload and net troubles. it was almost 11.45. so i told Mikul bhai to drop me. finally i reached home at 12! AND then the day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward with the 5th day. nothing to do. didn't even take a bath today. didn't move from my bed. lazy day but i did do a bit of studying so yay!! yeah also started a little novel kinds. i was watching this movie called "miss potter" got inspired! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for today...i am going back to my lazying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-315647812826943582?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/315647812826943582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=315647812826943582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/315647812826943582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/315647812826943582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-5.html' title='day 5'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-4727437012116123971</id><published>2008-11-25T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:38:12.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>as planned, had to go to the visa application centre. so got up at 8 and around 10 went to get all the original forms and Chandrakant uncle's documents photocopied. once that was done came home, had an early lunch and off we went to Mahalaxmi to submit the forms. the timing for submission is something like 08hrs to 13 hrs and 14hrs to 15hrs. guess when i reached Mahalaxmi??!! 12.55! lol. i was the last person they took in for the morning slot, or i would have to wait one more hour! talk about making it in a nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once that was done which took about exactly 10 mins, we were off to some random place to shop for my outfit for the sangeet. i am so out of panjus! trust me when i tell you i own exactly 3 of them! well not anymore. bought 3 more. so total haul of 6..yaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my outfits done, we had to go to buy dad some. so we went to some shop in Sewree, its owned by my dad's friend so we decided to try it. after the selection of 3 "jabha lehngas", one of which i made him buy forcefully because i loved it, my dad went into history mode. he took a special detour to show us the old family office which used to be somewhere in Sewree, which i didn't even know. and it turns out my dad used to sit there till i was 10! and i have visited it once. i wonder why i can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home. so thats' about it for today. lets see whats in store for tomorrow. till then ciao! keep smiling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-4727437012116123971?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4727437012116123971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=4727437012116123971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/4727437012116123971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/4727437012116123971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6125183485718277386</id><published>2008-11-24T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:56:49.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>holiday! yay finally i didn't have to go anywhere or attend anything. wanted to study. really. but i ended up seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire. in hindi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that i read 10 pages of study related stuff, went for dress fitting, and slept 6 hrs! tomorrow's plan is simple as of now. go to consulate and submit application packet, get a dress for the sangeet, and hopefully study. lets see how much i do of the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6125183485718277386?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6125183485718277386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6125183485718277386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6125183485718277386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6125183485718277386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-102330152030851448</id><published>2008-11-23T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:45:36.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>so Sunday was quite fun. morning somehow managed to get ready right on time to reach 4th floor for the god-dhana thing. guess what my mom did! SHE MADE ME PUT ON LIPSTICK GODDAMMIT! lipstick is like the second worst thing after kitchen duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SSoxTyHXvnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K0-l5yCmo6I/s1600-h/goddhana-dhaval+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SSoxTyHXvnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K0-l5yCmo6I/s320/goddhana-dhaval+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272080529730551410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. i was at the house early and decided to be a good girl and helped Leena aunty with the serving of the snacks and giving welcome drinks etc to Tejal's family. oh yes, i was the official photographer as well! i was juggling three cameras at a time - mine, Herin bhai's and Chandrakant uncle's! this ceremony's food included nice idlis, jalebis (which i don't eat) and fruit juice yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then within an hour we rushed to Intercontinental for the Sunny bhai wedding. (oh i did try to get my car out of the parking when we were gonna leave chunnu. Octavia's gears suck. i want an automatic car. is anyone listening?) it was in the Majestic ballroom on the lower atrium. it was really good. everyone was dressed like royalty and there were people with "shenai" and that one instrument that we usually see in Marathi folk songs. the bride came in, in a doli. beautiful it was. oh yeah and they had mousse cakes in 3 flavours on the menu with blue chocomint ice cream. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the middle of the whole ceremony i babysitt-ed Pinky didi's cute daughter Sia while she was sleeping. really i would give anything to be sleeping that peacefully without any care in the world. it was kinda fun because i hardly attend weddings since past 4-5 years. though me and Moni were pretty disappointed that there was no cute guy to comment on. =( . by the time it got over everyone was REALLY tired. we just wanted to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we did reach home by 5. god bless my dad for the car i can sleep in. i reached home and straight i was on my bed. i can't even remember at what point i went into a deep sleep. but my sleep didn't last. i had to get up at 7 to get ready for yet another function. a movie and dinner party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Kamlesh uncle is friends with the owner of the Versova Cinemax. he booked the whole Red lounge for us for a special screening of Yuvraaj, celebrating the upcoming wedding of Chandani. dress code was casual party. so scanned my cupboard for a something and stumbled upon this black top i haven't worn since years. so got my dress on and by 7.45 we were out of the house to reach Versova. travelling uneventful. reached there, met Chandani and her fiance Bhavin, Bhoomi, Anusha and her sister, and of course Kamlesh uncle and Dipti aunty. not to mention all my dad's friends and their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah food was on the house. so was the popcorn and coke! movie by it self was not that great, Salman Khan absolute overacting, Zayed Khan i have no words, i can do better acting. really! but Anil Kapoor was good. and i loved Katrina's dresses! and by the way just warning only two songs of the movie are good, rest all are real torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was back at home at 2. super tired. and straight to bed. yes finally i have a day off Monday, and i really need to study. haven't touched books in a week. oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-102330152030851448?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/102330152030851448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=102330152030851448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/102330152030851448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/102330152030851448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SSoxTyHXvnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K0-l5yCmo6I/s72-c/goddhana-dhaval+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8898932959293684183</id><published>2008-11-22T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:00:09.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>first of all stop giving me shocked expression, now that I've gotten rid of my Orkut and Facebook accounts! it was about time. really! i was too addicted to it. hey its not like I've shifted to Himalayas or something. you can still contact me on mail and instant messengers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so now on since this is THE wedding season i thought I'd give updates and my observations. i am going to be attending 3 weddings in this week. tomorrow Sunny bhai's wedding, and then Mansi didi wedding on 30th and Chandani's wedding, which i might miss cause its on the same day as Mansi didi's (though i am attending rest of her functions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wedding week started today with Mansi di's "lagan lakhwani vidhi". it was to start at 9.30 but i got up at 9.20..lol. so anyways. i did tried my best to take less than 45 mins in bath. don't look at me with those eyes. i usually take 10 mins but i had to wash my crazy hair! so me and Moni somehow reached there around 9.50 and rest as they say is the boring vidhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all aunties crooned to "mari benni" or something like that, (its some sort of a gujju wedding themed song) while i was gulping one glass after another of the great OJ! then food. OMG don't even remind me. it was awesome! best part about the wedding season is the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was rasgula rabdi (awesome), some aloo preparation (yum), samosa (heavenly) and my fave white and yellow khaman!!!! other than food, there was an aunty convention sort of thing going on, where in all the aunties gather and comment on my sister's "annu" or the bridal trousseau. and yes my mom made me sit through the entire thing wanting to know what and which gold set i liked and why. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i have to get up even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;9 o'clock: Dhaval bhai-Tejal's god dhana thingy&lt;br /&gt;10 o'clock: run to Intercontinental for the Sunny bhai wedding. hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8898932959293684183?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8898932959293684183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8898932959293684183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8898932959293684183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8898932959293684183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-4751517663741735691</id><published>2008-11-17T05:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:31:36.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my personality//</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i gave a test on some random website one of my friends suggested.this is what the outcome was.let me know how much you think it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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There's really no way to categorize someone with all of your diverse talents. You are fun, spontaneous, clever and interesting. People like to be around you because of your easygoing nature. Underneath the relaxed exterior, you are passionate and intense and always keeping an eye out for that special someone who can return your affection with anywhere near the same focused attention that you easily give.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;You like to wake up each morning without a plan and see where the day takes you, hopefully on some safe but relatively exciting adventure. You are artistic and excel in composition. You know what looks good together, what sounds good together, and what smells or tastes go together. This comes from a higher than normal tuned in attention to slight variations in colour, texture, tone, and flavour. You like to see everyone living harmoniously and can get irritated by whoever is currently rocking the boat and causing problems. When faced with a problem you are most likely to solve it in the most obvious way, not implementing cumbersome standard methods or finding what is 'socially acceptable' first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Most people you interact with do not really know you. This is partially because of your reserved nature (you don't tell them much), partially because most other types are less reserved (they spend too much time talking and not enough asking about you), and partially because you accept people the way they are (you don't feel much of a need to correct and evaluate others, so people don't realize how you think differently).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;In fact, you have more interest in expressing yourself physically, through song, dance, or actions, than verbally, and you may give up too quickly when someone asks for a verbal explanation of your thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As a leader or parent you are non-directive, preferring to see what happens on its own rather than lay down strict procedures and give orders. To you it is understood that any procedures developed by necessity today disappear tomorrow unless they are still absolutely required.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;If you become difficult or cranky it is usually a result of someone else trying to impose some rule or boundary upon you personally, although your discomfort is almost always short lived and relatively painless for all involved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;You are sexy and seductive. You are always either in a romantic relationship, looking for a romantic relationship, or juggling multiple romantic relationships. Romantic interactions came much more naturally to you than to others and began at an earlier age. You also became naturally comfortable with your naked body far earlier than most other people, generally before turning twenty. When you meet anyone new of the gender you're attracted to, you are instantly evaluating whether or not this person could provide you with an intense and potentially sexual experience, and your interest in getting to know that person is strongly influenced by that evaluation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;When you go to a party you look around the room for anyone who catches your attention, and if your eyes meet with someone attractive there is no doubt that the two of you will be talking before long. 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You realize that being passionate about something or someone is more important than having financial backing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Your level of conformity to any group is always negotiable. You maintain your individual personality in any group and notice when people pressure you to conform. As a teenager you exhibited anti-social behaviours, and as an adult you've learned tact, but in your heart you still prefer intense time with one other person, or time completely alone, to time with any particular large social group of people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;You have a deep, philosophical side which few people really get to know. You are constantly growing and evolving, always working to become the most authentic version of yourself. You live by pure, simple values and they're evident in every action you take. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Because of your pure, honest goodness, anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner. You are rare and unique, and your final match is just as unusual. You are truly the perfect romantic partner. To you a relationship is about getting to know each other and love each other's quirks. You ace at making people feel comfortable in your presence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;While other people are out judging each other and looking for reasons to disqualify a potential mate, you're enjoying the differences you encounter and offering endless affection to whomever you're considering. It's ironic that as accepting and loving as you are, your final match is so difficult to find. Other people simply have different priorities, and you deserve someone who will put you first and love you unconditionally in the same way that you naturally do for them. People with hearts as big as yours are few and far between.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;You are not inclined towards desk work, although you'll take low-stress desk work over high-stress anything if given the choice. While you can survive in a corporate environment as well as anyone, you prefer hands-on practical work like building, fixing or creating something you can see, touch, taste or hear. You prefer work which is not fixed to a procedure, but which may, at any time, take an entirely new direction if the impulse hits you. Since you're interested in everything you're more likely than other types to end up in a job which you 'fell into' because there happened to be an opening and you were available than other types who are more specialized because their interests are narrower. But when it comes to where you'd like to be, there's no doubt that you want something fun, with fun people where you don't have to stress or be bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;You love to be entertained, and you hate to be bored. You're likely to spend more time seeking out really good entertainment than most other people, but you're more forgiving about identifying the best qualities of each movie regardless of whether it really connected with you or not. You like entertainment to be upbeat, so you're more likely to switch between the Comedy channel and the Learning channel than to catch up with the evening news."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;xoxox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &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/2293641491546033869-4751517663741735691?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4751517663741735691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=4751517663741735691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/4751517663741735691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/4751517663741735691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-personality.html' title='my personality//'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3680189809008041773</id><published>2008-11-09T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:48:54.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to ipod nano....</title><content type='html'>yes i admit i am the most careless person on the whole wide world for losing my ipod. even though it was almost 3 yrs old i loved the old have-it-all! miss you =( i can still remember its glossy back and still covered in plastic front, and the wonderful unspoilt mirror finish. how i managed that is beyond me. but alas. good things never last. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i lost it, my world came crashing down like a grandest tragedy of my almost 20 yr life. i thought ok i did it. i thought now I'll have to live my life without an ipod. *does a little more melodrama, cleans a tear of nostalgia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was almost a month back from now. my parents told me they wont give me another one at least until next year. i was heart broken but i knew i deserved that. my family and my cousins found it hard to believe that i was living without it so long. they took a pity on my ipod-less existence and somehow convinced my dad to buy me another one, abiet a little downgraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew when he researched it and ordered it from my cousin in the US and how he managed getting the info how much memory i required and what colour. lets give thanks to Chintan bhai for uglofy-ing the info out of me. even though i went from 30 gb to 16 gb. it doesn't matter. my music is with me again. i don't have to stare out of my window in the train any longer because i had nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave it to me on Diwali day. best Diwali gift ever! now my third ipod is gonna live like a king. best cover, and my best care. the thing i love about my ipod is, one: the colour. steel grey and black. two: shake to shuffle (trust me its super fun!). three: hold button. seriously its small and cute disc shaped. four: no fingerprints when i touch it. yay! lastly, the shape and size. its so thin and sleek, it gets in the pockets of my tightest pants without shoving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long live parents. you guys are cool! mwaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: they actually are. i lost my ipod and then got my belly pierced both in a span of two weeks still i got a new ipod! it thought there would be a world war after my belly piercing stunt. i love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3680189809008041773?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3680189809008041773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3680189809008041773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3680189809008041773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3680189809008041773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-ipod-nano.html' title='an ode to ipod nano....'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-915771091232311175</id><published>2008-11-06T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:46:18.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>effing exams!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i know i know i shouldn't be swearing so much. but i HATE exams. really! so in little less than a month I'll be giving my semester 5 exams, which is going to last little over a month *&amp;amp;%^#%$$@..so again as always my 31st is going to come in between my exams though this time i can celebrate it since there's like a 10 day holiday that time..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah good part is, no exam on or anywhere within 2 days before and after my birthday...yay! this time i am going to be actually having fun on my 20th! and lottttttts of holidays before both my worst subjects. i kind of like my time table but i wonder how much i am going to use the holidays to actually study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't understand what the short forms mean of my subjects its ok. neither do i. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd Dec - EE&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec - BMI&lt;br /&gt;16th Dec - μP&lt;br /&gt;20th Dec - PCS&lt;br /&gt;27th Dec - MI&lt;br /&gt;7th Jan - Maths 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to wish me luck. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-915771091232311175?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/915771091232311175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=915771091232311175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/915771091232311175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/915771091232311175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/effing-exams.html' title='effing exams!!!!!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5736258188552144422</id><published>2008-11-03T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:03:32.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take a bow</title><content type='html'>i don't think most of you gave my silly test on ticker which i sent you. shame on you guys =(&lt;br /&gt;so suddenly i am a Leona Lewis fan. shes this awesome brit singer with a powerful voice. past few weeks while i was Ipod-less, i had been going through my song library which by the way is now 14 gb huge! i ended up stumbling on her songs. it happens to me, there are many songs on my library i've never heard, sourced from friends and friends of friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the topic. this song just caught me. lyrics ok not my style of song writting, i prefer happier themes, but music and her voice blew me! you have to listen to belive the awesomeness of her talent! for the past week or so only thing i am singing is this song called "take a bow" it doesnt have a video (that i know of) so might have missed it on the tv. her other song "bleeding love" is equally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flowers are all faded now&lt;br /&gt;Along with your letters&lt;br /&gt;They will never  see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never take them out&lt;br /&gt;and there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;it's for the better&lt;br /&gt;baby I deserve more than empty words and promises&lt;br /&gt;I believed every thing you said and I gave you the best I had&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken everything else&lt;br /&gt;You played the part &lt;br /&gt;and like a star you played it so well&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Cause this scene is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love. &lt;br /&gt;All you gave me was pretend &lt;br /&gt;so now &lt;br /&gt;Take a bow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The future's about to change&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it  the curtain closes&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing away the pain&lt;br /&gt;And you should know that  your performance&lt;br /&gt;it Made me stronger now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken everything else&lt;br /&gt;You played the part &lt;br /&gt;and like a star you played it so well&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Cause this scene is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love. &lt;br /&gt;All you gave me was pretend&lt;br /&gt;so now&lt;br /&gt;take a bow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well it must have been sleight hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still can't understand&lt;br /&gt;how I could never see&lt;br /&gt;Just what a fool believed&lt;br /&gt;but the lies they start to show&lt;br /&gt;tell me how it feels to know right now&lt;br /&gt;that I wont be around&lt;br /&gt;so baby before I put you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: x2]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken everything else&lt;br /&gt;You played the part &lt;br /&gt;and like a star you played it so well&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Cause this scene is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love. All you&lt;br /&gt;gave me was pretend&lt;br /&gt;so now &lt;br /&gt;Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5736258188552144422?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5736258188552144422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5736258188552144422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5736258188552144422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5736258188552144422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-bow.html' title='take a bow'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1033061054290913702</id><published>2008-10-21T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:03:14.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smells like teen spirit!</title><content type='html'>lately i am totally into grunge and punk rock. lets thank Riddhi Vyas for that. round of applause! ok thank you. so last Saturday while going college for festival work, suddenly i got inspired to get my navel pierced! what inspired that outrageous-ness? i hardly have a clue myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so suddenly i was in college and asking anyone and everyone if they will come with me to get my belly pierced. most of them gave me looks that suggesting "its just a moment of madness, you'll get over it" but not Shivani. she was actually more excited about it then i was! so it was fixed that Sunday we go and get my navel pierced. but then certain people found out about the apparent dangers of the piercing and asked me to shut the beep off because i need to work and you have to supposedly take rest for a minimum of 2 days after the piercing. so plan postponed to Friday, 17th October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that date goes down in history as the day i got my wish fulfilled. ok just one of the many outrageous ones that i have. i had given a hint to my mom that i might do this, but i guess looking at her face the next day after the piercing, that she had obviously taken that as a joke! in any case, lets relive the Friday. so in the morning i had journal correction day. which thankfully got over by afternoon. so i took along Darshan (because Riddhi said you may encounter freaks) and Shivani (because she was so excited and i was happy that someone at least was really happy that i was doing this). before leaving Darshan stated, "even though i am coming with you doesn't mean that i approve of this." i was like yeah ok. Jinal gave me 500 promises, like take care of the piercing, do exactly what the piercing guy tells you about the after care, don't over work yourself etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we left, in a rick. it was a long way. and yes let me confess i was a bit nervous. the whole way we were irritating Shivani. that did ease me. on reaching the salon, my head said to me "this is it. turn back now if you have second thoughts" well i didn't. so i went in. and in 20 mins i was out with a spanking new piercing! i am telling you, you have to see it! its super awesome! i love it. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that night i showed it to my mom. i expected shouting and are you mad chants. but i was disappointed. all she said was , "for this you wasted a grand?" with the most ridiculously sympathetic look. the part about dad comes like a day and a half later. i told my dad on Saturday night. he was pretty much repulsed. "i want it removed this instant" he shouted. but i am a stubborn ass. everyone knows that. i told him " do what you want, i am not removing it. i love it!" and went back to bed. although now i don think it bothers him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day we had a cousins lunch thingy. i showed it to them as well. all of them love it. Anu bhabhi said "you are a complete hippie!" and Mikul bhai, "lets get a tattoo done!!"&lt;br /&gt;that's in my plan. next year for sure. hes sponsoring it. yes its awesome to be me.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1033061054290913702?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1033061054290913702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1033061054290913702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1033061054290913702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1033061054290913702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/smells-like-teen-spirit.html' title='smells like teen spirit!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6960225332875433432</id><published>2008-10-08T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:35:47.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rekindling my old romance!</title><content type='html'>before you people get any fantastic ideas, i am talking about good old pac-man! remember when you were 5 and went to play arcade games at Hikone (Hiranandani). oh i used to LOVE pac-man, that adorable yellow ball which just ate things. i actually relate to it but never mind. so the other day when we went to Krupa's house i saw her playing it on her computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i downloaded it. as they say Internet has everything! i just googled it. now since i cant play minesweeper on my laptop I'm shifting to my old love. pac-man! my skills are rusty but i am working on it. lets see how fast i beat Krupa's high score. methinks its going to take a LONG time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6960225332875433432?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6960225332875433432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6960225332875433432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6960225332875433432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6960225332875433432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/rekindling-my-old-romance.html' title='rekindling my old romance!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8701849024459645815</id><published>2008-10-04T05:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:23:20.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the dandia night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SOdCYPmae8I/AAAAAAAAACU/qyzvOacTNHo/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SOdCYPmae8I/AAAAAAAAACU/qyzvOacTNHo/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253240474622917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohk&lt;/span&gt; so on 1st October - me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mruganshi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rushita&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siddhi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chintan&lt;/span&gt; went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dandia&lt;/span&gt;. at first road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Parla&lt;/span&gt;, nothing too fancy. actually me n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt; are working on a stupid MI project which we have to submit on Monday. so all of us went to his house right after lunch to work on our project. while all the other females slept peacefully we slogged our butts on making a presentation on ultrasound! it was quite done till 5.30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being jobless after that we ended up being late for the event because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rushita&lt;/span&gt; madam had to put on full costume of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chaniya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;choli&lt;/span&gt;". in any case we made it there till 9. by the way in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; everything is officially supposed to end at 10. for one hour we girls needed a pass since guys had a season pass already. after gathering all known sources we finally had passes to go in by 9.15. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;garba&lt;/span&gt; begin which i totally suck at! so moving a little of what i knew while making sure i don't get stamped upon was kinda weirdly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow the organizers managed way past 11.30. but then we were hungry..really! so off we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bajaj&lt;/span&gt; road to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gola&lt;/span&gt; despite me having a little temperature and bad throat. yum it was. so anyways our dinner was still pending. we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt; and had the most amazing cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pulav&lt;/span&gt; in the world. (i didn't have anything because after i dance i just cant digest food!). it was already something around 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the girls were supposed to come to my home and originally it was planned that we'll take a rick and go just like last year. but alas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chintan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt; opposed and took us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Darshan's&lt;/span&gt; house to collect our bags and take car keys to drop us at my house. so at 1 in the night we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Santacruz&lt;/span&gt; only to realize Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt; lost his drivers license..now we couldn't have possibly stayed over at his house (those of you who know my dad can understand that part). nevertheless both of them dropped us without a driver's license. that night i reached home at 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sure my dad wanted to shout on me. but he didn't. because i brought along friends. thank god! and come on its not like i went secretly to meet some random guy right? it was fun! next morning all of us (except me) got up way past 11. i am a good girl i got up at 7.30! talk about fun night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8701849024459645815?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8701849024459645815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8701849024459645815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8701849024459645815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8701849024459645815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/dandia-night.html' title='the dandia night!!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SOdCYPmae8I/AAAAAAAAACU/qyzvOacTNHo/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6874924247631220893</id><published>2008-09-19T06:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:08:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite place!</title><content type='html'>i pass through Bandra every single day while i am going to college or otherwise and i always stare at the abnormally cheerful yellow and green skywalk at the horizon. so last Tuesday while i was supremely bored to go and follow my daily grind of going to college and coming back home, i took a pit stop. on an impulse just got down off my train and went to the skywalk. and trust me i am glad i went and now my favouritest place in whole wide world is "Bandra Skywalk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i love simply walking. that's what i did. its almost like 1.3 kms long. i walked the whole way and back. it was so peaceful. i totally recommend it. also its NEVER crowded. after Tuesday i think i went there thrice already. me armed with my trusty ipod go for walks whenever i get the chance. if u are in Mumbai, i would really suggest you to go there. preferably alone. spend time with yourself, you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, next time if anyone cant find me most, you know where to start searching. just so you know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6874924247631220893?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6874924247631220893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6874924247631220893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6874924247631220893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6874924247631220893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favourite-place.html' title='my favourite place!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7155111554341732984</id><published>2008-09-08T07:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:28:14.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an addict..</title><content type='html'>ok wait before you sit and judge me let me just tell you what i am addicted to! its ICE CREAM!!! in the past 5 days i swear i must have eaten ice cream portion equal to that of 10 people. ice cream in the morning, ice cream in the evening and every time in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started on Friday, i was hungry. so i raided the fridge to find butterscotch ice cream. *claps in delight* single handedly had half a liter of the whole thing when my mother barged in to take rest of my ice cream supply. then as usual college. evening i return, again to find myself super hungry, again what do we do? we have ice cream, the remaining part of the whole family pack! never mind the fact next day i was so sick with runny nose and ice cream hangover, also the fact my mom blasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SMULu5JXiuI/AAAAAAAAACM/i1EXFeW56fU/s1600-h/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SMULu5JXiuI/AAAAAAAAACM/i1EXFeW56fU/s320/dolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243610241384811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Saturday went. (oh common i get a sick leave!) Sunday came and yet again my stomach ached to have ICE CREAM! this time it was specific. raspberry dolly. nothing else will do. evening while i was out with friends, went to Hiramani only to find they were out of raspberry dollies. so had chocobar instead. but I HAD TO HAVE RASPBERRY DOLLY! so went to another store dragging Krishma and Jaini. and there they had....my precious.....my raspberry dolly! oh i am telling you, the feeling is priceless to have ice creams 2 in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am me. so it doesn't stop here. just half an hour ago, i got myself another ice cream despite the fact i had one 2 hrs ago! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping to stop this but oh gosh I JUST LOVE ICE CREAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7155111554341732984?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7155111554341732984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7155111554341732984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7155111554341732984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7155111554341732984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-addict.html' title='i am an addict..'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SMULu5JXiuI/AAAAAAAAACM/i1EXFeW56fU/s72-c/dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6391397259772816736</id><published>2008-08-17T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:09:57.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love beaches....</title><content type='html'>so by now i am pretty sure the whole planet knows about my perennial love of beaches. today i am sitting jobless so i thought I'd make it public why i love beaches. so here are a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SKhNHxIEdXI/AAAAAAAAACE/MUPXFhKtyP8/s1600-h/beach-sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SKhNHxIEdXI/AAAAAAAAACE/MUPXFhKtyP8/s320/beach-sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235519362659808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i am a full-on water baby. if u put me in water trust me you'd have to pull me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.i love playing with sand. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.walking barefoot in beach sand is totally awesome. i once went barefoot in dirty juhu beach sand willingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.that salty sea smell, oh it gives me a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.how can i ever forget the heavenly beach winds... *lost in thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god now i will have to pull someone or the other to take me to beach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6391397259772816736?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6391397259772816736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6391397259772816736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6391397259772816736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6391397259772816736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-love-beaches.html' title='why i love beaches....'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SKhNHxIEdXI/AAAAAAAAACE/MUPXFhKtyP8/s72-c/beach-sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-2342180685832492532</id><published>2008-08-12T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:47:35.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday!</title><content type='html'>10th august 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i never write a day blog but i cant help it, this one i HAVE to put up! so supposedly us cousins were going to go to Lonavala which we didn't, wanna know why!? I'll tell you why, because my awesome cousins came home at 5 in the morning and were sleeping till 12! that said and done, Neha didi was at Dharmashanti, as she was going to leave for US in a day, she decided on celebrating raksha bandhan a week early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all my brothers in their night dresses at noon gathered at 101. rakhi wakhi done, Twisha ma'am painted Dhaval bhai and Herin bhai's face with kanku! hehe that was fun. and i got a cadbury celebration pack for nothing! we sat did time pass then i was back at home to sleep some more, because unlike my other cousin i did not sleep till 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was sleeping my parents and sister went off to shop for Moni madam's shoes. i grumbled a bit but then we have phone and dad pays bills so i was off phoning people talking random stuff. at around 8 Herin bhai called up,"nirali we are going bowling, get ready in five minutes" good i didn't make Maggie!  i was just about to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got ready etc in 5 minutes flat only to discover get ready in five minutes actually means take an hour. finally somehow we left home at 9. the original idea was to go to phoenix and have dinner at Bombay Blues and then CO's. but on crossing kings circle, plan abruptly changed and suddenly we were discussing from going to Flamboyante to Intercontinental to McDonald's to god alone knows where not! trust me when you are with Nipa didi and Dhaval bhai you never know where you are heading until you reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone was busy suggesting random places me n Anuja bhabhi were laughing like mad people discussing how she does melodrama when ordering food! "if u don't send food on time, I'll faint! i am so hungry" i am so sure the subway guy near her work place knows by now who the crazy lady is! finally we were going to Flags which is this all cuisine restaurant at colaba-churchgate somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on getting there, we waited for a while to get a table. after the table, ordering the food is different story all together! i think we took about 15 minutes just to order the appetizers! there were polls and votes on what to order. but it was fun! though most of us didn't like all the food, i liked the pasta and hummus platter! it was fun owing to the fact my older cousins actually consider me now as an adult! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while returning back which was about 12 in the night, we had naturals ice cream and then again two of my crazy cousins started lets go lonavala now. long drive! guess what they did go! lol&lt;br /&gt;Nipa didi + Dhaval bhai = deadly confused characters' combination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-2342180685832492532?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2342180685832492532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=2342180685832492532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2342180685832492532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2342180685832492532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='sunday!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5458642964724292074</id><published>2008-08-09T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:13:24.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week that was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so last week again nothing much in my boring life excepting a cute 5 video call with my really cute niece, Raina. i am telling you she has eyes bigger than her cheeks! i made sure i sent a BRB to every person i was chatting to focus my full attention to her. she is such a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SJ5OKNHTRZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HKQ96OBbi0/s1600-h/raina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SJ5OKNHTRZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HKQ96OBbi0/s320/raina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232705754277037458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i made my resume! (for my college communication class) with a little help from a friend, because lets face it, i am horrible at writing cover letters and the sections which involve goals in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week also i was up at JW Marriott for one day two nights. so my cousin,Nipa has come to India for a work thingy and she gets accommodation at JW, so i had basically gone to give her company. oh we saw karishma kapoor sans makeup on Sunday morning! you can imagine two cousins meeting after a long time how cool would that be. we caught up with our lives and both nights didn't sleep before 4 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to santacruz for Indian wear shopping and ended up sitting 5 hrs in seasons (which happens to be Nipa Di's favorite store!) we actually reached there late because both of us got up at 12 on Sunday den half and hour each in the bathroom, actually me 15 mins, her an hour! finally went for lunch at 2 to pizza hut, but the catch was there was tooooooo much line. thank god we were just two of us, so got table easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night Dhaval bhai also came over, while both of them went for a movie, i was room alone from 10 to 2! called up friends, went online n also roamed around the hotel, well i had the key didn't i! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the week was a blur. mostly attending college and making charts (i am the creative head of my dept student committee by the way) and being online! so much from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5458642964724292074?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5458642964724292074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5458642964724292074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5458642964724292074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5458642964724292074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-that-was.html' title='week that was....'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SJ5OKNHTRZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HKQ96OBbi0/s72-c/raina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5206935051919122464</id><published>2008-07-26T04:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:04:17.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one week into coll</title><content type='html'>somehow i made it to the third year of engineering...yippee for that! so last Monday my week started with a realization that college begins and it is the end of the procrastinating lifestyle that i had come to know and really like. but alas all good things come to an end, like my vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right at the start of the new academic year our professors who take us to be super-humans loaded us with a few assignments and presentations. what fun! *sarcastic smile* but we are we, so on the second day of college we bunked a lecture to see THE DARK KNIGHT and boy am i glad! what a movie it is! well about the bunking part on our defense, not our fault, the teacher didn't turn up, we actually waited for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way the new love of my life is heath ledger, never mind the fact that he is dead. *sob sob* rest of the days were quite a blur, but then came Friday. the day everyone was waiting for. the day of reckoning. the day of parents teacher meeting. yes i know i am not in school any more but my department does come up with weird meets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dad were gonna come, and that he did. turns out it was quite an entertaining affair, and also some parents who suggested weird ways to control our attendance, but trust me, all those ways will NEVER work! bwahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also forgot to mention, taking advise from a friend i really got drenched in the rains during college hours, while the meeting was on, that has been on in mumbai since past 3-4 days! it was super fun! (i was worried about getting sick, but i am healthy as a horse..lol) oh by the way people in my college now think the third year biomedical central chicks are crazy! hehehe! (because basically me, krupa, sonam and bijal got drenched!) we dried our selves partially using our hand dryers in the loo...hhehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my friends was the end of my week. due to my extreme poverty, i made it a week without CCD, hotel food and  chocolate donuts! and yes mom no more movies this month. promise. (i still have to repay my dark knight debt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till later...&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5206935051919122464?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5206935051919122464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5206935051919122464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5206935051919122464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5206935051919122464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-week-into-coll.html' title='one week into coll'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1532505284302469912</id><published>2008-07-12T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:02:04.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>haaiiiiyyyyyaaaaa</title><content type='html'>so today i saw the awesomeness that is kung fu panda! yeah i know i am totally making the most out of my vacation catching 2 movies a week but then that is what jobless people like myself do! as usual of all the people me nidhi and darshan were there, this was one of those impromptu plans that was hatched by nidhi and darshan on a trip to god-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they call me up 8 p.m. yesterday while i was sleeping (why u ask me sleeping so late?? i attended a wedding i was tired! duh!) and they tell me, "you are coming for the movie tomorrow, 9.45 show either kung fu panda or Hancock", i manage saying "yeah ok" then they call up again to ask me what movie! so we decided on kung fu!~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SHjVVqTOrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/avY5YURDrjU/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SHjVVqTOrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/avY5YURDrjU/s320/kung_fu_panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222158336045002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting there was another story given that both nidhi and darshan are too much of late comers, so after my umpteenth tantrums we made it just in the nick of time to catch the movie from the start!oh so the movie is just plain awesome! cutesy animation and super adorable panda make an enchanting watch..my favourite part of the movie is unflinchingly the first 10 mins where our hero, panda does a rajnikant with super funny dialogues! sampler "there is no charge for awesomeness and attractiveness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie was done, we had to drop off darshan's car at his place and then go to fort for the all important GRE books and even more importantly LUNCH! before that we took a detour to Benetton store where flat 50% off sale is going on, only to discover it is superbly overpriced and totally lame! after our useless detour we were off to smokin' Joe's to sink our teeth into tasty pizzas, yuuummmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were off to fort...had awesome cold coffee at churchgate station, got our GRE books, which are awefully heavy by the way, and a few novels, to keep me busy. so there we met nidhi's parents and then saying good bye to nidhi, me n darshan headed back to homestead. and that my friends was the end of our sojourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next adventure or movie, whatever comes first...kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1532505284302469912?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1532505284302469912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1532505284302469912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1532505284302469912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1532505284302469912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/haaiiiiyyyyyaaaaa.html' title='haaiiiiyyyyyaaaaa'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/SHjVVqTOrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/avY5YURDrjU/s72-c/kung_fu_panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7410615337352067989</id><published>2008-07-05T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:47:51.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jaane tu ya jaane na.....</title><content type='html'>i went for a movie...yaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'll stop the melodrama and my extreme measure of happiness because i went for a movie after like a month! so this movie is called "jaane tu ya jaane na" starring my new celebrity crush, imran khan (also famous for being aamir khan's nephew and guy with bushy eyebrows and cute goofy grin) and genelia..yeah i know enough of imran khan praise session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie is basically about two best friends who don't realize they are in love and how perfect they are for each other until they end up with different people, the their tube light chamkos! so basically a regular Hindi movie story with awesome treatment movie wise and amazingly funny dialogues. and yeah i HAD fun! me and jinal were singing the "pappu" song with absolute gutso and swooning over the gorgeousness that's imran khan!, nidhi and i were continuously laughing on internal jokes, while poor darshan was fixed between me and nidhi not understanding a single joke, other than that hersh was pulling unni's leg and kela was sitting silent. and riddhi? she wondering what she was doing in a Hindi movie show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend, darshan, happens to be a guy, many situations in the movie totally happened to us, (ok so before you guys jump to conclusions, it does NOT imply the same thing has to happen to me!), but you know everyone should not be scared of having a best friend of the opposite sex just because the movie implies that best friends end up together. THAT IS NOT TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's just what i wanted to tell everyone..!&lt;br /&gt;and by the way do watch the movie, its really good!&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7410615337352067989?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7410615337352067989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7410615337352067989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7410615337352067989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7410615337352067989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaane-tu-ya-jaane-na.html' title='jaane tu ya jaane na.....'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3159400221960383056</id><published>2008-06-29T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:10:09.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>great vt walk!</title><content type='html'>so today i met up with my school friends like i do every few weeks. after lots of discussion we headed to new yorkers to have some food and all. all that being normal 3 pastas, a sizzler, 2 brownies, half pizza, nachos and garlic bread. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forget that. the main story begins when we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colaba&lt;/span&gt; causeway.on reaching there it was already 4.30pm so me n forum had to leave for home as she had to reach home by 5.30 and me by 6. after all the goodbyes, we headed to CST station only to realize we had um minimal amount of money owing to humongous amount of food. so we decided to walk to CST station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise neither of us knew the way. so we started with a random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;galli&lt;/span&gt; on instructions by a taxi wallah, that road took us to the one with prince of wales museum and the Jahangir art gallery. from there we took a right to land up at the lion gate. yes that does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exists&lt;/span&gt; along with a cheetah gate and an elephant gate! taking some random rights and lefts we landed up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;horniman&lt;/span&gt; circle and saw the majestic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Asiatic&lt;/span&gt; library. by this time we both realised that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; in circles so again asked instructions from a friendly neighbourhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paan&lt;/span&gt; wallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we were going some where. now we were passing through shady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gallies&lt;/span&gt; and saw some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;agyaries&lt;/span&gt; we never knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;ed! the shady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gallies&lt;/span&gt; were not as much of a problem per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt;..i had decided to wear a skirt that day so yeah people were staring at my bare legs. nevertheless do i care! finally after walking about 3-4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; i saw something familiar from the corner of my eye.......CST STATION...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we parked our tired selves on the first train out of CST to home sweet home. and guess the best part we made it to the 5.14 train even with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; amount of wandering about. so me n forum have made up out mind, we are going to explore some other part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me when you have too much time to spare go on and explore your city, its fun! getting lost is fun! and if you are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt;, wear pants when you get lost because if you wear skirts, people stare!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3159400221960383056?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3159400221960383056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3159400221960383056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3159400221960383056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3159400221960383056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-vt-walk.html' title='great vt walk!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6589726671013150388</id><published>2008-06-24T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:02:50.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to the bubble wrap!</title><content type='html'>so there is this wacky editor of HTcity, mumbai, ms.lalita iyer whom i so adore for amazingly funny pieces of weekly editorials, chickwit. this week she came up with her love for bubble wrap and let me tell you, i know exactly how she feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble wraps are like god sent! you can burst them all day long..trust me, you actually can! its like bursting little pods of happiness. it is a weird obsession i know, but damn it you just CANT get over it! picture this, someone gifts you a bone china statuette, and instead of admiring the fine workmanship of the statue you end up bursting all the bubbles on the bubble wrap...wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fun isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the focus you can put in bursting the little bubbles is ummm a little weird but goddamnit, VERY satisfying! i have borne the wrath of my mommy dearest on numerous occasions for making the bubble wrap useless but God know that doesn't stop me. i just love the PHAT PHAT PHUT sound that goes with bursting the nice little bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;let me just make it clear i am not a serial bubble killer but OMG i cant stop my weird little obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.whoever-invented-bubble-wrap i am in awe...thank you for creating such a wonderful creation which gives me such a release..ok so now that i have said it, i feel awesome. and now i am off to de-bubble a bubble wrap.wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;neeyaali!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6589726671013150388?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6589726671013150388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6589726671013150388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6589726671013150388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6589726671013150388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-bubble-wrap.html' title='an ode to the bubble wrap!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-217303360342183956</id><published>2008-06-21T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:05:03.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im surprized!</title><content type='html'>OMG i made it one month without a blog, i guess this is what they call the writer's block. heheheehe ok so i know i am not that good a writer but nonetheless. so i guess let me fill you guys up with whats going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am majorly addicted to webcomics, my favorite being questionablecontent.net and xkcd.com you guys should definitely check them out. pintsize is so my favorite character of all times after Calvin of Calvin n Hobbes fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that I've got to shop...! two weddings in a row. damn all my first cousins are getting married one by one and i am majorly worried that some random xyz match making aunty will daunt my mom with wedding nonsense given that i am 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also so finally my second harrowing year in engineering is over whoppiieeeee!!!!! hopefully i clear everything i am little doubtful about one paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now that everyone is updated about my life....lets end this here...when i get a good topic again I'll start blabbering!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-217303360342183956?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/217303360342183956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=217303360342183956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/217303360342183956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/217303360342183956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-surprized.html' title='im surprized!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5860890926100024055</id><published>2008-05-18T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:36:06.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh damn!</title><content type='html'>yeah be afraid, very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;my semester 4 exams are sitting right on top of my head (commencing on 22nd may by the way.) and what do i do? yeah sit online, watch tv, read comics, write useless blogs, and talk on the phone! so i know i should be studying but when you have subjects that i have, how can you!&lt;br /&gt;i know people are going to be pissed if i tell them "ummm..by the way, i still haven't completed 2 chapters of the subject" but lets face it, its the truth. so i tried studying last night and the night before and the night before, with NO success whatsoever. i can be up talking on the phone or watching tv or chatting till 3-4 in the night but studying? NOT A CHANCE! so if anyone has any advices they should let me know..i am desperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. even offline messages will do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5860890926100024055?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5860890926100024055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5860890926100024055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5860890926100024055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5860890926100024055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-damn.html' title='oh damn!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1870553937207400171</id><published>2008-05-08T07:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:28:42.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i found you</title><content type='html'>p.s: its the plural you&lt;br /&gt;this one is dedicated to all my bestest friends who are and will always be there for me!&lt;br /&gt;thank you! mwaaah! you guys know who you are. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching through an open window,&lt;br /&gt;wondering if anyone knows&lt;br /&gt;what it feels like to be me&lt;br /&gt;how alone i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the crowd of friends,&lt;br /&gt;i seemed like the stranger,&lt;br /&gt;everyone was immersed in laughter&lt;br /&gt;while i think n feel sombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little wish,&lt;br /&gt;every little dream,&lt;br /&gt;had seemed to fall apart before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was smarter,i wish i was wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but out of no where&lt;br /&gt;you came along.&lt;br /&gt;like a fresh breeze of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;you came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past faded away,&lt;br /&gt;new dawn arrived.&lt;br /&gt;my fake laughter died somehow,&lt;br /&gt;in its place was that true happy glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, couldn't have you come earlier&lt;br /&gt;i wondered as i looked at you.&lt;br /&gt;it would have been easier,&lt;br /&gt;because i know you would have made it disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel all better,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly life is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;it was fresh and new,&lt;br /&gt;because i knew i had you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1870553937207400171?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1870553937207400171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1870553937207400171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1870553937207400171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1870553937207400171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-found-you.html' title='i found you'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1025795998811498959</id><published>2008-05-07T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:22:48.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ha and i thought it was possible in good indian movies and cheesy novels!</title><content type='html'>You know they say/write that every person has a happy ending. well let me admit it, i didn't think so. for a long time in my life i ended up thinking some people have all the bad luck, Queen of tragedy being me. why don't ask me, thats like writing a never ending book of misfortunes. never mind that, point being, happy endings do exist. if you wait long enough for it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so despite all the melodrama in my life, as of now i am happy and super content with my life. thanks to some amazing people and end of stupid vivas (;p)&lt;br /&gt;so i tried writing a few words on that. so ended up with the lines below. hope u guys like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long suffering has ended.&lt;br /&gt;            Gone are the sharp pains only partially blunted by morphine.&lt;br /&gt;            Like winter into summer, my tears are now perpetually frozen&lt;br /&gt;            Into the joy of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;            Stillness for me reflexes a lack of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;and that is my happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1025795998811498959?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1025795998811498959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1025795998811498959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1025795998811498959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1025795998811498959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha-and-i-thought-it-was-possible-in.html' title='ha and i thought it was possible in good indian movies and cheesy novels!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7066926873284107045</id><published>2008-04-22T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:52:23.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the inconvenient truth</title><content type='html'>yesterday was earth day, 22nd April. so HBO put the famous documentary "the inconvenient truth", i saw it for one reason because many people told me to. man i am glad i did. not only the documentary is fabulous but also,i cannot believe what we have been subjecting our planet to. our one and only home. the exponential rise of temperatures and increasing number of natural calamities, the population pressure, i cannot go on with the horrors of the situation. for that you must see "the inconvenient truth". i admire mr.al gore for this, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made up my mind last night. i am going to be a little more eco-friendly each day! no more plastic bags, its time to finally use my paper bag collection. switching of lights in the rooms where it isnt required. and no more switching AC unless absolutely required. no more littering. let me just start with little things, then I'll take steps further, because in the words of mr.gore, what we take for granted today will not be around for generations to come unless we do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should help...do visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wecansolveit.org/content/pages/78/"&gt;http://www.wecansolveit.org/content/pages/78/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wecansolveit.org/content/video/135/"&gt;http://www.wecansolveit.org/content/video/135/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7066926873284107045?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7066926873284107045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7066926873284107045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7066926873284107045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7066926873284107045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/inconvenient-truth.html' title='the inconvenient truth'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1180051620906408090</id><published>2008-04-19T06:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:13:35.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>when you become friends with someone it is a natural ice breaker to ask where he/she lives, so when i get the question, i usually answer sion. (its not a lie mind you, chunabhatti is a part of sion (which is in mumbai,India for all the dumb people)). so yeah i stay in chunabhatti lovingly called chunnu by me! and now after years of living and cribbing about it, i have fallen in love with the place i live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets face it where else in mumbai is there a place from where 2 national highways are walking distance, and it takes 20 minutes to both new mumbai AND vt! not to mention it is almost the geographical center of mumbai. plus Wikipedia even has an entry for it! doesn't matter if its just 3 lines long! so if Wikipedia says it exisits then yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day i was talking to my cousin, he had a funny story to tell. his cousin (maternal) was supposed to visit him in chunnu. so he told him to take a ric from the suburbs. poor guy, instead of chunabhatti he happened to say chuparpati. the smart ric fellow dropped him off at Dharavi! now Nilay bhai had a task of finding him, and the only thing he knew was that cousin was near a slum. now only if he knew, whole Dharavi is a freaking slum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories aside. let me tell you the best part of being a chunnu-ite. we have a bus depot, a train station AND a rickshaw/taxi stand. ha! plus an authentic gaon type market with old aunties fighting et al. And for the religious people, there also happens to be a 100 yr old jain temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other random trivia courtesy wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chunabhatti&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suburb" title="Suburb"&gt;suburb&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai" title="Mumbai"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/a&gt;. It is also the name of a railway station on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai_suburban_railway" class="mw-redirect" title="Mumbai suburban railway"&gt;Mumbai suburban railway&lt;/a&gt; on the Harbour line.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chunabhatti (Chuna - lime, bhatti - kiln) is home to the first cotton mill in Mumbai (Bombay), which was registered in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1886" title="1886"&gt;1886&lt;/a&gt; as 'Swadeshi Mills' by late &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamshedji_Tata" class="mw-redirect" title="Jamshedji Tata"&gt;Jamshedji Tata&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;table id="toc" align="center" border="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1px solid grey; font-size: 90%;" colspan="5" align="center"&gt;Chunabhatti&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td rowspan="2" style="border: 1px solid grey;" align="center" width="30%"&gt;Next station south:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guru_Tegh_Bahadur_Nagar" title="Guru Tegh Bahadur Nagar"&gt;Guru Tegh Bahadur Nagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" style="border: 1px solid grey;" align="center" width="40%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai_suburban_railway" class="mw-redirect" title="Mumbai suburban railway"&gt;Mumbai suburban railway&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Railway_%28Harbour_Line%29" title="Central Railway (Harbour Line)"&gt;Central Railway (Harbour Line)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td rowspan="2" style="border: 1px solid grey;" align="center" width="30%"&gt;Next station north:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurla" title="Kurla"&gt;Kurla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1px solid grey; font-size: 90%;" align="center" width="10%"&gt;Stop No:&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1px solid grey; font-size: 90%;" align="center" width="15%"&gt;KM from starting:&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1px solid grey; font-size: 90%;" align="center" width="15%"&gt;Platforms:&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh btw if you are interested in seeing my building from the top visit: http://wikimapia.org/83786/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(ps: its tagged dharmashanti)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1180051620906408090?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1180051620906408090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1180051620906408090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1180051620906408090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1180051620906408090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6920716093922840646</id><published>2008-04-04T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:25:51.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in search of heaven</title><content type='html'>WARNING:ok this is going to be a little philosophical so people not interested can take a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is looking for their piece of heaven. you me everybody. for some people heaven is being rich/successful, for some its finding recognition, while for some it is finding someone to share their life with. but they don't know the truth which i, dare say, have realized is not about all this, but is about enjoying your own self. being happy with who you are and not try being someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my knowledge about the world is quite little, almost minuscule, but nevertheless i would make this statement. i maybe idealist and i know by the end of this i will have 5000 people telling me, "honey its not how it works" but I'll take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you how it works. see basic idea is if you can be happy with yourself you can be happy always. one very wise guy (you know who u are!) told me "cause of all evil is desires" but still we don't stop desiring.&lt;br /&gt;we desire to be happy, we desire to be beautiful, we desire to be envied but somewhere we stop being ourselves. And that, my friend, is "evil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of preaching you lots of stuff i will just tell you to be happy with yourself. there is nothing wrong with you. you are who you are, God intended you to be the way you are. make a point everyday to stop and look at your beautiful reflection on the mirror every morning and tell yourself how special you are and the world is incomplete without you! trust me your days will go awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll cut my philosophy short, in case any of you want more of this..feel free to contact me. i can go on and on and on (on this topic at least!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6920716093922840646?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6920716093922840646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6920716093922840646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6920716093922840646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6920716093922840646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-search-of-heaven.html' title='in search of heaven'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1412115017100211961</id><published>2008-03-20T03:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:07:22.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..</title><content type='html'>me,jinal and two or three other people always end up at CCD, tian for a coffee when we sit for studies and there....hell breaks lose! everyone ends up telling their dukh bhari kahanis or perhaps (lets tone down the melodrama) their life stories. so yesterday while i was supposed to study ecad, we went to, u guessed it, CCD. because i had a huge ass craving for a chocolate donut and jinal had a craving for cafe mocha! so there we discussed everything from the couple who were doing PT on the coffee table to the waiter who didn't understand what jinal was trying to tell him to long time crushes to cute FE guys (lol!) and at that point i realized i NEVER had a long time crush/obsession with someone nothing! my longest crush was what 9-10 months! and i also realized damn i don't even know what i am looking for in a guy while everyone had fixed ideas about their required future alliances. cheers to me the happily single girl..lol. anyways not moving away from the topic I've decided to make a list of qualities i want in a guy. it might be short or long i don't know because before i put this post up its going to be revised three hundred times. and by the way this is not going to be anything like the previous time pass list i put up. so lets start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  trustworthy (absolutely important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  loyal and honest (again like some people i know say, without honesty nothing lasts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  great sense of humor (if they cant make me laugh i'll say bye-bye!for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  must know when to speak and when to shup up and let me speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  should respect women. (male chuvnists rejected!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  manners and etiquette are really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  should love to joke around and surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  should love silly games like i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.yes should be serious at times but not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. whiners not allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. should pamper me like a princess (i can dream right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. impromptu plans thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. possiveness is good,excessive possiveness absolutely a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. hopefully should be VERY comfortable wid my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 50 phone calls a day--not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. something called personal space should be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. have a good dressing sense (really i dont want to be seen around with someone who resembles govinda from his younger days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. should be independent and know his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. bossing me is not allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1412115017100211961?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1412115017100211961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1412115017100211961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1412115017100211961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1412115017100211961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm..'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6497080682165950196</id><published>2008-03-16T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T07:04:15.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't give up.</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't written a poem in a long time. so this might be a little rusty,please bear with me. you are free to leave comments and interpret it your own way. I'd love to know your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to all those people who need a reason to go on.i know i have one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyday you wake up,&lt;br /&gt;thinking whats next.&lt;br /&gt;don't give up hope, not yet&lt;br /&gt;sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for end this not might be,&lt;br /&gt;you have still much to see,&lt;br /&gt;think of all good things,&lt;br /&gt;let all the bygones be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad ever,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of past and all,&lt;br /&gt;it is called past because its gone&lt;br /&gt;what you should do is rise above the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;you always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how silly or stupid they maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I'll help. I'll be always behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up to a new day,&lt;br /&gt;not thinking what went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;rather, thinking "oh gosh,&lt;br /&gt;to a new adventure you belong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you one truth,&lt;br /&gt;you are free to agree/disagree.&lt;br /&gt;no one can destroy you,&lt;br /&gt;only you can.not them, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, and for every person&lt;br /&gt;you call your own,&lt;br /&gt;move stronger, move confident.&lt;br /&gt;but please just don't give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6497080682165950196?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6497080682165950196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6497080682165950196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6497080682165950196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6497080682165950196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-give-up.html' title='don&apos;t give up.'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1693904438163628417</id><published>2008-03-12T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:09:00.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my insane quick trip!</title><content type='html'>long time no blog..i know! sorry for that one..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday krupa, sonam and i got crazy for some crazy reason and decided on a quick trip to panvel to do guess wat! see the station...lol..sounds crazy? it is! so instead of taking the usual 8.07 andheri train we took the 8.02 panvel (all timings as per king circle station). sonam picking me up, and we picking krupa up..from the respective home stations. (info: sonam-&gt;king circle, me-&gt;chunabhatti, krupa-&gt;tilak nagar)&lt;br /&gt;then started our little stupid trip. none of our classmates knew anything about the "huge plan" so naturally people were worried where were the "central line girls!!??" because usually we the first one to arrive majorly due to our awesome(!) train timings. so naturally calls came followed by screeches on the phone saying "wtf are u doing in panvel?!" to more natural, "are you guys mad?" etc.&lt;br /&gt;oh the weather, that was the best part. foggy and totally cool! all respective best friends called up one after another to inquire about our whereabouts. but what the hell its fun that we cared about. think about it. going to infinity mall costs us 20 bucks a trip per head, but panvel? its a different ball game. 26 rs return!&lt;br /&gt;so we saw the amazing weather, saw random harrapa civilizations! that translates into loads of brick making units..lol..other than that the heavenly vashi-mankhurd bridge and lots of greenery and brownery! lol another one of my stupid jokes..&lt;br /&gt;also mr.miral decides to call up. and while we are yak-yakking to glory, miss sonam goes and teases me yet again! (yeah mir, you din't hear that!) also i confess i am a pakka gujju especially now that i do have to count every random rupee i own. blaming that on my lost purse! next time pakka i'll have pan ice cream and vada-pav-outside-panvel-station! back to the phone since the time difference and all, it is good night for some people at 9.45 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;in any case. trip ended on a great note yeah and we REALLY didn't gossip,we were having too much fun just hanging in the train.also like we thought we actually got to attend a lecture!! missed only two of them! yay! so that was the end of our little trip. now i realize in simple words, mere pairo ki band baj gayi (translation:im dead tired!)!&lt;br /&gt;lolz..&lt;br /&gt;toddles!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1693904438163628417?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1693904438163628417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1693904438163628417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1693904438163628417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1693904438163628417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-insane-quick-trip.html' title='my insane quick trip!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7143486605100565718</id><published>2008-02-29T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:14:10.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leap of faith!</title><content type='html'>this is the day that comes once in 4 years. yeah four years. that IS a long time..new Olympic games are held,  a football world cup comes and goes n so does a cricket ones too. the point is leap yr day is one of the nicest day even though it means or has no importance watsoever. it probably exisits because some dumb guy felt bad for February and when he was told about a quarter  day a yr he put it right in feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my dumb theory aside, feb has been an awesome month for me.so many things going my way. one more best friends, new jokes, new happiness(es), new pet names and also new results (!) my first first class in engineering and i am soooooo proud! someone out there must have put hell let lot of hours into praying for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok. i have nothing more to add..i am officially out of words!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7143486605100565718?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7143486605100565718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7143486605100565718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7143486605100565718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7143486605100565718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-of-faith.html' title='leap of faith!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7629779037088629734</id><published>2008-02-11T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:14:32.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goa trip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BX94SEZwI/AAAAAAAAABs/blWLN8Z9a-E/s1600-h/goa%28nirali+cam%29+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BX94SEZwI/AAAAAAAAABs/blWLN8Z9a-E/s320/goa%28nirali+cam%29+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165725493185767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i've been outa touch with all the blogging since quite a while. so first of all sorry! i have an explanation. i was in goa~ yeah..goa! friends beach and one random industrial visit as well. ok let me paint this picture, so there is a huge HUGE beach, clean, blue and cool breezy! now picture me playing in the sea water, running on the beach..sounds  good?? of course it does. it was THAT good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BVP4SEZtI/AAAAAAAAABU/SuXKvnPiri8/s1600-h/goa%28nirali+cam%29+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BVP4SEZtI/AAAAAAAAABU/SuXKvnPiri8/s320/goa%28nirali+cam%29+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165722503888529106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST PART was the friends and the midnight impromptu plans. walking in the midnight to the nearest ccd which by the way was a kilometer away! and then the night we sneaked out to go to a pub and danced till wee hour (read 3 am!). omg i cannot just stop gushing about it! i wish i could write in detail about the amazing time i had but alas i am not that good a writer and this not being non-oral totally defeats the enthusiasm of the trip and the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would also add that if not more this trip gained me an awesome friend and better relationships with existing ones. i love ya all. this trip was one the most memorable trip EVER. just stupendously spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;ni.!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BW0oSEZvI/AAAAAAAAABk/t0Qy17vtQqE/s1600-h/goa%28nirali+cam%29+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BW0oSEZvI/AAAAAAAAABk/t0Qy17vtQqE/s320/goa%28nirali+cam%29+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165724234760349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7629779037088629734?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7629779037088629734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7629779037088629734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7629779037088629734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7629779037088629734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/goa-trip.html' title='goa trip!!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R7BX94SEZwI/AAAAAAAAABs/blWLN8Z9a-E/s72-c/goa%28nirali+cam%29+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8000712136382961304</id><published>2008-01-28T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:55:00.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smile..</title><content type='html'>so new mantra in my life is being happy come what may..because lets face it life's too short to cry and whine all the time. i am gonna smile always (that's the plan as of now). through all the fights and disappointments and sad times. my anger is a big problem as most of you already know, to control it i am going to smile. if i want to pull off someones head from their bodies, i am going to refrain from doing that, and smile. if someone irritates me, i'll do nothing but smile back. i don't know if that works but what do i lose in trying. nothing. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone listen to me, today's moral of the story is smile. just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you_haven-t_lost_your_smile_at_all-it-s_right/335709.html"&gt;You haven't lost your smile at all, it's right under your nose. You just forgot it was there.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/every_time_you_smile_at_someone-it_is_an_action/215120.html"&gt;Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/smile-even-if-it-s-a-sad-smile-because-sadder/347993.html"&gt;Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8000712136382961304?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8000712136382961304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=8000712136382961304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8000712136382961304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/8000712136382961304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/smile.html' title='smile..'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8196287791960636654</id><published>2008-01-23T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:55:46.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>statement of purpose in life</title><content type='html'>we have one life to live. one life to do everything we wish for. one life to dream and fulfill them. one life to ease a little suffering in lives around you. just one life and so much to do. isn't it funny how everything to us is always about us. me. i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have made up my mind it is not going to be that way any longer. it is no longer going to be all about me. its not going to be about what i want, but making others happy is going to be my goal. in this endless selfish life if i can perhaps spare a while for others i am going to be happiest person. and this comes not after endless brain washing speeches by big saints and suchlike but after my own experiences. the best smile is that which you acquire on seeing people happy around you, because of you. the only time you feel satisfied is not after acquiring that huge paycheck or getting a promotion or winning an acknowledgment, but from realizing that you made someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it is not that easy job to do. but it is what i want. see how "i" creeps up everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know what, just smile it just might make someones day!(like mine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-8196287791960636654?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8196287791960636654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-1610932753980149992</id><published>2008-01-21T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:17:56.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 rules to date me..</title><content type='html'>hahahaha..so the other day in my usual jobless glory i met up with one of my friends and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up talking about all the stupid couples we know..so i made up my mind..and these are the rules i am gonna impose if ever "see" some guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the guy has to live at least 3 kms away from home and not be in my coll..so in case we break up i don't have to see his wretched face until i am in my senses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.not talking on the phone more than an hour ok maybe two. (how can anyone stand the same person's voice the whole day is beyond me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.no issuing fatwas! look i don't care if you don't like my friends i like them, make your peace with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.no more than 2 dates a week. i have other work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.if my phone bills go above 500 a month, the guy has to pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.make peace with the fact that i will be seen with other guys because lets face it, i have lots many guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.don't expect me to tell the guy every little thing.i forget stuff quite easily.and by the way for that i have many best friends and boyfriends seldom make best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.i can't stand stupid nicknames so please refrain. no i am no ones coochi-co or honey pie or kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.i don't like whiners..please don't load me with 500 problems, i have my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.oh and i like surprises. just so everyone knows. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah that's it. if i think of anything else i'll add it..eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-1610932753980149992?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1610932753980149992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=1610932753980149992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1610932753980149992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/1610932753980149992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-rules-to-date-me.html' title='10 rules to date me..'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-588690792747211765</id><published>2008-01-20T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:03:34.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>move over globalization..hello indianization!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have you ever wondered where the world is going these days? with the advent of communication and faster transport facilities world is fast becoming one big family, not necessarily happy one at that. and they attribute everything to globalization. well i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in India, the next big thing according to every magazine. being Indian has its own quirks. we tend to turn everything to our style. its doesn't matter whether we talk about language, cuisine or even festivals. English is a funny language they say, which can be moulded into anything. best example: hinglish. (which by the way is a real word defined in oxford dictionary as mixture of Hindi and English) its so not uncommon these days to listen something like, "i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; don't like how he talks" or perhaps u mush have heard, "woh potato kitne ka diya?" or maybe lets list songs like, "what is mobile no? what is your style no? karni hai private bate, dede koi easy no.."&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe take a trip to any indian restaurants, i'll bet anything that u'd find something like paneer pasanda pizza, aloo tikki burger or even lasuni tortilla (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should visit india during western holidays and u'd see the Indian twist in an instant. diyas, and poojas during Christmas, and thats just a start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to some country where there is sizable Indian population, you'll see the difference from the locals. we believe making home where ever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u know..sometimes i think its not globalization thats been on..its indianization..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long live India!&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/2293641491546033869-588690792747211765?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/588690792747211765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=588690792747211765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/588690792747211765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/588690792747211765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/move-over-globalizationhello.html' title='move over globalization..hello indianization!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3206962034482471665</id><published>2008-01-16T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:24:01.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so you think you know me. most people think that. and no one is to blame. i do let people think just that. i don't know why i am writing this topic but then lets face it i don't have any other work..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two sides, one what everyone sees so as to say my public interface, which is all happy happy and smiling and good. while there is another side, violent, rebellious, nasty, troubled and selfish. why am i making this public you ask me. my answer is, so you know, that i cant always be the nice girl you have come to know of me and if i hurt you, you know i gave you a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what causes this split in my personality, frankly i don't have any idea whatsoever. but beneath this tough smiling exterior there a fragile person, who cries when someone wrongs her and yet doesn't say a word, who lets go the best things in her life because it'll make someone or the other happy, who'd not wish bad for even people she doesn't like at all, who wants to be hugged at least five times a day. but that story lets leave it for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my other side? you better wish it doesn't come out any time soon. because it believes only in destroying everything and i am myself afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok if i have scared/bored you enough by writing long pravachans as some say. I'll stop. yeah now we can all go to being happy again. smile!&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/2293641491546033869-3206962034482471665?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3206962034482471665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3206962034482471665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3206962034482471665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3206962034482471665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6935425179058184273</id><published>2008-01-14T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:39:02.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so i admit i enjoy gossiping, i can't deny it. we'll am i not supposed to? i am a girl and as far as i've heard thats how we are wired. maybe i am not the girly kind of girl but still lets face it, i enjoy gossip. the harmless one that is. part of growing up and the teenage years is relentless gossiping. its everything from who-is-dating-whom game to who-has-the-best-dress-sense to whose-brother-is-the-hottest. and when i say i gossip-ed u better believe, for i am no saint. i have done it all, spread rumours, given data on the newest hotties, investigated if a so-and-so rumour is true.the best part of my job description was being in everybodies good books. "the girl who knew it all!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u know they say karma comes to haunt you. i now belive it. turns out, it is always tit or tat. and you understand that when you are the center of a bigtime gossip news.from my college whoever is gonna read this will agree with me, that i have been part of many-a big scandals. (pst.here scandal implies huge gossips that everyone who knows you know and maybe even some more). that includes mostly the big guessing game that finally is the my guy which, by the way, is totally absurd given that i am perhaps destined to be single and love my status. and also the eternal nirali is more that friends with x or y or z. i never know, when they tease me i have to ask whos the latest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't complain you see. because perhaps i actully find it really funny! i am weird, i know.(wiring problem as famously someone told me once) and secretly i like being in the news. i am a wee bit of an attention seeker =)&lt;br /&gt;also let me tell you i cannot hide stuff from people i like (like as in whom i trust as friends) so people who really matter do know everything that been going on with me. so yeah you guys can enjoy all the new gossip that come up on one condition do tell me about it so i can laugh with you. and if it somehow turns up to be the truth i swear i wont lie. that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2293641491546033869-6935425179058184273?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6935425179058184273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6935425179058184273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6935425179058184273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6935425179058184273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/gossip-and-more.html' title='gossip and more'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-8291221041721471427</id><published>2008-01-14T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:37:33.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;i travel by our very own mumbai locals, whoever does travel by it surely know the consequences of travelling in them. awesome conversation tit-bits. so this is some genuine stuff that i overheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.so this girl was talking on the phone, i am assuming it must be some equally dimwit person on the other end. i gather they were discussing the weather.yeah really.what i am typing is the monlogue that the girl went on to give, i would really like to know what the other person did reply.&lt;br /&gt;girl: you know savi, they weather is so freakish. the other day i went to the theatre(i think it was some weird dombivali kandivali theatre)..it was raining in the theatre..yeah..i mean and it was october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wtf..its called leakage my dear!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.girl "in dire need of geography lessons" on the phone: no but doesnt egypt come in europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.an old aunty to the ticket checker,(she was caught without ticket in the first class): but madam tc, for old people its ok to travel in first class without ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.topping that a rather well dressed lady with a huge physiology textbook: i cant read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wtf really??&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.a really intellegent 6 yr old girl asked her mom, "why are school boys allowed in ladies compartment?"&lt;br /&gt;mother: because below 12 yrs they come under children catogory and are allowed in ladies compartment.&lt;br /&gt;girl: are boys really girls when they are below 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.in a rather choc-a-block train wherein you could hardly breathe this one lady had the guts to tell this other female, "why are you stamping my dupatta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.ok this one is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;i was carrying my usual 2 and a half kilo bag, and pushed and pulled to get in this train (my pass had expired so had to travel by second class). and one madam tells me "why do people carry bags?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yeah, ok so u think i own a things tranfer machine eh?&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i cant remember any more..if i do will surely add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note:some of them are translated from hindi and marathi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='overheard!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-494957183052522669</id><published>2008-01-12T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:16:39.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>few songs i missed out the last time!</title><content type='html'>67. drowning-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.i'll always be right there-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.i swear it all over again-westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. sail away-rasmus&lt;br /&gt;(just coz i cant stand odd numbers!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-494957183052522669?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/494957183052522669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=494957183052522669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/494957183052522669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/494957183052522669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/few-songs-i-missed-out-last-time.html' title='few songs i missed out the last time!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-434814225062708335</id><published>2008-01-09T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:30:27.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blabberings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it really doesn't matter that i might be the most unrealistic person on the planet and also one of the most dreamer type personalities as well. well yeah so i dream like a mad person and always am in my own sweet little world that probably exists in some parallel universe. god you should see the adventures i undertake in my mind. must have climbed the highest mountain and swam the hugest of oceans and traveled to the most amazing places there can exist. and come to think of it i am proud that i still dream and haven't become one of those cardboard cut-out people there are these days.i don't just think of the future or how i did in xyz paper or what impression i made on abc person. i don't write for others nor do i things so as to impress anyone but me.i love me. and that is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take my joys out of the most silliest things.i am different and i love it.i like to be the "kid" who-doesn't-know-what-to-say-to-whom amongst people because i am at least not a two faced person who says on thing and does something else. yeah you can always pretend to be someone else so people think you are nice but i refuse to do so. because quite frankly i am not anyone else. take it or leave it. honesty is another brutal thing which most people refrain from saying but i dont. someone has to be truthful. maybe its my curse or blessing i don't know.i will dream on. if they come true or not is not my concern, i keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, don't be someone else and hate yourself at the end of the day.you can be anything and everything you wish for.be proud of who u are.so don't tell me,my friend, what i cant do or cant be because i am the most amazing person i know, and i can achieve anything i want, its just that i am content, i am happy with being just me. so better except me as i am or its entirely your loss.&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/2293641491546033869-434814225062708335?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/434814225062708335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=434814225062708335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/434814225062708335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/434814225062708335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/blabberings.html' title='blabberings...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7029069671160351672</id><published>2008-01-09T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:27:26.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my all time favourite english love songs list:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is gonna be huge,lol..and one of these songs is definitely going to be my wedding songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.love song-311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.iris-goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.unbreakable-westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.your still the one-shania twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.you say it best when u say nothing at all-ronan keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.please forgive me-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.u raise me up-westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.you are so beautiful to me-joe crocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.a whole new world-peabo bryson &amp;amp; celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.when you're gone-avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.where the stars go blue-tyler hilton &amp;amp; bethany joy lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.we've got tonight-ronan keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.the way you make me feel-ronan keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.wait for you-elliot amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.until the end of time-justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.unmistakable-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.underneath your clothes-shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.unchained melody-gareth gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.anne's song-john denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.tonight-westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.my immortal-evanascence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.your beautiful-james blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.to make you feel my love-josh kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.time after time-cyndi lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.then you look at me-celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.thank you-dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.take me there-rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.someone like you-tyler hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.paint my love-mltr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.nothings gonna change my love for you-glenn something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.never gone-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.a moment like this-kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.making memories of us-keith urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.lost-michael buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.linger-cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.lets make a night to remember-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.kiss from a rose-seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.keep holding on-avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.just want you to know-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.inside out-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.i wan to spend my lifetime loving you-mask of zorro soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.i dont wanna miss a thing-aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.i call it love-lionell ritchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.i'll stand by you-carrie underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.i'll be there to catch you-drake bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.high-lighthouse family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.heaven-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.have i told you lately-rod stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.guilty-blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.forever and ever-my best frnds wedding soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.forever and for always-shania twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.everything i do i do it for you-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.ever the same-rob thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.do i have to say the words-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.dice-finley quaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.could i have this night forever-whitney houston &amp;amp;enrique iglesius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.cant fight the moonlight-coyote ugly soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.best of me-bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.because of you-ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.beauty and the beast-celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.angel of mine-evanascence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.all over again-ronan keating and kate rusby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.afterglow-inxs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.from this moment on-shania twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.brighter than sunshine-aqualung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep on adding as soon as i find any new good love songs..and trust me this is just the start of my favourite songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7029069671160351672?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7029069671160351672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6976117481490559091</id><published>2008-01-05T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:43:55.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nirali's theory of chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have various theories in my life which i don't necessarily follow. but there is this theory of chaos which i totally and unfazingly follow to utter dismay of everyone around me. so the theory is "when you try to mess up things they become right and when you try to make things right some how you mess up." chaotic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happens to me every single time.so i have made up my mind, no more trying to set things right because the chances are they wont be what i want it to be.so lets make things better, by messing them up.&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/2293641491546033869-6976117481490559091?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6976117481490559091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6976117481490559091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6976117481490559091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6976117481490559091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/niralis-theory-of-chaos.html' title='nirali&apos;s theory of chaos'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3664137619622711635</id><published>2008-01-03T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:45:37.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;new year, new resolutions. never mind that last year's resolution didn't even last two months! lolz...&lt;br /&gt;so with the big holler we announce the oncoming of new year and everyone is on their feet deciding what they will "supposedly" will give up and what they will try to learn and do. with so much peer/family/xyz pressure you *haveto* make resolutions you like it or not! so this is my list..or in better words what I'll try to achieve and most likely fail miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. if i am not very original its not my fault, i was made to make some resolutions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i will give up biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.i will try and talk a wee bit less so as to bore less number of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.i will not treat my hair like they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.i will keep in touch with every tom dick and harry on my phone book list just because some how they like sending me smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i will not stare, like a mad person, at every hottie that happens to pass my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.i will share, on asking, my poem book no matter how stupid my poems are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.i will not miss lunches because i am still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.i will make sense when talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.i will slap at least one guy.(this is just for fun! but i hope i get to do it! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.lastly, i will not threaten people to make sure my work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words: yeah i know i am so not going to follow any of it!! esp 10! so yeah be ready for more threats coming your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;mwhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3664137619622711635?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3664137619622711635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6698055713833872901</id><published>2008-01-01T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:46:33.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new yr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;most people think i have a grouse against my parents that they wont let me go to the hot new party of the year, frankly its not so. actually i'd like to thank them! i mean i still don't get the idea how ppl enjoy in that fataak environment. yeah i know you can so to say dance the night away and all that but you gotta show me one party where you can do so with full confidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first hour or so is pure dance i agree and then it gets out of control. most of the next three hours go in making sure no one pukes on you and taking care that none of those drunk ppl try to act fresh with you. not quite an ideal way to ring in a new year, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer quite dinners and hollering the new year!think what if the world was really coming to an end on 31st wouldn't you want to spend it with ppl you love (and those who are not so drunk)?&lt;br /&gt;so thats how my 31st was. quite dinner with some friends at this nice hotel, samrat or status i am not sure, at churchgate/marine drive. than shouting our lungs out at the stroke of midnight. and than acting like drunk when actually none of us had any thing more than a stupid ice tea/fruit punch and that horrendous orange blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey and yeah if i didn't call you at the stroke of midnight last night don't blame me! blame airtel! damn thing shut my outgoing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"happy new yr!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6698055713833872901?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6698055713833872901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6698055713833872901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6698055713833872901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6698055713833872901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-yr.html' title='happy new yr!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7915751966446256064</id><published>2007-12-28T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T05:31:11.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so my sister thinks im dating some guy...</title><content type='html'>yes so what if i am 19, is being single a crime these days? if not that is talking to guys a crime? so yeah i have more guy friends then female ones. and dearest moni thinks i am hiding my boyfriend from her, coz a girl my age has to have one (acc to her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i'd clarify, no darling i ain't seeing anyone basically coz most ppl cant stand me..nad frankly my dear, i dont give a damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7915751966446256064?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7915751966446256064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7915751966446256064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7915751966446256064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7915751966446256064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-my-sister-thinks-im-dating-some-guy.html' title='so my sister thinks im dating some guy...'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-2919176293441775910</id><published>2007-12-13T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:15:10.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem #2</title><content type='html'>while running with the time&lt;br /&gt;do you remember what you have lost?&lt;br /&gt;running after money, that new car,&lt;br /&gt;but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever take a moment&lt;br /&gt;and sit near the window?&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing about your past&lt;br /&gt;smiling in its shadow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those little things&lt;br /&gt;silly and stupid they might be&lt;br /&gt;not the new home nor the  new phone&lt;br /&gt;helps me to be that happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could run around the house again,&lt;br /&gt;mom following with the stick,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go to the park swing and slide,&lt;br /&gt;without people thinking im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could curl up in my daddy's arms&lt;br /&gt;rather than sitting alone,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could revisit happy and silly times,&lt;br /&gt;which seem long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the time&lt;br /&gt;to just bask in the glory of the setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;not worry about tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;for once slow down in life's run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of things I'd like to do again,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have the chance to do them one last time,&lt;br /&gt;being carefree and loved like a little kid,&lt;br /&gt;but alas, I've run out of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-2919176293441775910?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2919176293441775910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=2919176293441775910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2919176293441775910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2919176293441775910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/poem-2.html' title='poem #2'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5900909248038824857</id><published>2007-12-10T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:11:56.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday story continued</title><content type='html'>hmm..it seems the house arrest was actually because my school friends told my dad they'd give me a surprise. guess what..they didn't turn up. THANKS A LOT for putting me through that misery. bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't study, sat online for a while and saw a random movie on star movies (i don't even remember the name!) In the evening, i and rest of the family were originally supposed to go to a second cousin's sangeet. yeah so we didn't go, instead i got a yummy butterscotch cake with lots of nuts, and pav bhaji dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received "im so sorry, i forgot to msg/call earlier, happy birthday" till like 11.59 in the night.lol no hard feelings though. u guys somehow managed to remember is good enough. and yeah also earned a little from assorted uncles and aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i am a year older and hopefully wiser (i totally doubt it) i hope i decrease a bit of my sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah by the way my favorite birthday msg was " happy 5th birthday! hope u remain 5 rest of your life" oh n so you guys know, i still am dying to have pizza! is anyone listening????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5900909248038824857?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5900909248038824857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5900909248038824857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5900909248038824857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5900909248038824857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-story-continued_8202.html' title='birthday story continued'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-6398792819515819206</id><published>2007-12-08T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:30:06.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mishaps on bday!</title><content type='html'>so what that my birthday as of this second is barely 13 hrs old..but i still had mishaps! yeah cant believe it? neither can i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so it starts with my awful phone. its gets hanged exactly 5 mins before 12 and my on-off button doesn't work. so i sit and wrestle with the bad ass button till it finally works. 12.02&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R1pSHr1L90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HLDtu-LdcM/s1600-h/relieved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R1pSHr1L90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HLDtu-LdcM/s320/relieved.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512216575211330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i sit waiting for some one to call up. i finally i welcome new year in my life! and what u mishap u ask me...it so happens none of my really best friends call! all of them manage to fall asleep the same night when they usually are up till the morning light. (yeah i am still angry and im gonna "forget" calling you guys as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways with that i also got an unexpected call and the least expected calls make your day, or in my case, night. so after all the phone calls i lay to rest but i am still bummed that mom called in the morning and not at 12..so yes my dad has given me unlimited shopping budget with a catch as bday gift so i am happy but we go shopping after momma dearest lands in mumbai tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stole my laptop yet again, almost breaking my dad's lock. which is now thankfully and with god's grace restored.so as of now this is gonna be one boring birthday, given that i am under house arrest to study (exams going on) and i am not going anywhere either with friends or family despite this being a Saturday. but nevertheless after-bday-party does show lotsa promise..so lets hang on to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so again in chorus&lt;br /&gt;" happy bday to me, happy bday to me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R1pVb71L93I/AAAAAAAAAAo/low0sF9AyXM/s1600-h/12256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R1pVb71L93I/AAAAAAAAAAo/low0sF9AyXM/s320/12256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141515863002445682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-6398792819515819206?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6398792819515819206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=6398792819515819206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6398792819515819206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/6398792819515819206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/mishaps-on-bday.html' title='mishaps on bday!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IHxkXVBExc/R1pSHr1L90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HLDtu-LdcM/s72-c/relieved.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-2332917215426044117</id><published>2007-11-27T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:57:40.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things to do before i turn 25!</title><content type='html'>like India has a 5 yr plan for development, i have my own twisted plans to complete before i turn 25 ok just lets make it before i get thrown out of my house(read married). Its not like i would completely manage to complete it because its a tall order dude, but i can always try!&lt;br /&gt;so lets get to work n start THE list.&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.fall in love (really huge ass cliche but cant help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.learn to shout on people if they irritate me because that i haven't learnt so far even with half my friend population trying to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.start regular exercising (any of my friends would comment with a surety of 99.99%: yeah rite! try getting your ass off that comp chair of yours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.run away, even for a day is ok (DON'T ask me y!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.for one day feel and ACT like there is no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.go on a backpacking trip ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.learn to drive without ppl screaming their lungs out. (not that i am horrid but i drive wayyyyyy too fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.learn to cook. (my mom is gonna be so proud that i put up this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.be the best damn friend to all my friends and they should admit it without me causing any bodily harm to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.learn guitar and learn a new language pref. Spanish so i can compliment my guitar playing skills with new language songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.meet justin timberlake. ( methinks hes too sexy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.move my sister out of the room and the rightful owner of my huge room..bwaahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.learn accounting..damn i am bad at that. my dad would vouch for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.go to 5 live concerts. should include Bryan Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.get a goddamn tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.get purple highlights. (told ya i was little wild!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.learn table tennis.(my dad used to play for his college and i can't even play it for nuts. what a disgrace i am!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.learn salsa, jive etc. then impress certain people ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.slap a few people i want to, never got around on doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.get drunk. just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.live alone for a while away from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.bungee jump. (that'll be fun wouldn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.go to ibiza on 31st December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.now for the most silliest wish: stop biting my nails and let them grow so i can shape them once in my life..lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah dats about it. lets see how much i can manage!&lt;br /&gt;toodles..&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-2332917215426044117?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2332917215426044117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=2332917215426044117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2332917215426044117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/2332917215426044117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/25-things-to-do-before-i-turn-25.html' title='25 things to do before i turn 25!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-3627283925473817746</id><published>2007-11-27T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:36:31.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>owner of the lonely hearts club</title><content type='html'>is it me or everyone at one point or another feels like they are the loneliest person on the planet? so yeah since a little while  i guess i am going through that phase which is quite frankly due to my stupid exams (feels good eh, blaming everything on exams! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit and stare at the walls because my stupid tv hasn't got one good program on it and somehow my cable guy decided that there is no need of keeping star world, Disney channel and channel v! i mean cmon..then you talk about internet, yeah about that my dad decided its a kickass distraction (i don't blame though ;p) so i barely get a few hours once in 2-3 days. then finally my cell phone whos decided to turn into a screen-less zombie, yeah really the screen just freezes and then to put it on i have to shut the whole thing up and worst part about that is my on-off button is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you know my sad story. *insert mandatory melodramatic pause here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i know you guys are going to tell me that instead of worrying about all this i should put my energies into studying..hell if i wanted to do that u think i'd be writing this worthless piece??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-3627283925473817746?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3627283925473817746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=3627283925473817746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3627283925473817746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/3627283925473817746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/owner-of-lonely-hearts-club.html' title='owner of the lonely hearts club'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-7342371961623439601</id><published>2007-11-17T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:11:45.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional freak eh?</title><content type='html'>long time ago in some circumstances i don't clearly remember someone once told me that i am a emotional freak. so far i haven't decided on this comment's status. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;crazy. check.&lt;br /&gt;stupid. check.&lt;br /&gt;impulsive. check.&lt;br /&gt;philosophical. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;intelligent. rarely.&lt;br /&gt;thoughtful. i'd like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;trusting. eh not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    so what does that make me? sure, i do make my mistakes when it comes to trusting people, but isn't that the way you learn? sure, i get into some pretty deep messes when it comes to defending people. yeah i am too loyal for my own good. yeah i prioritize my friends way over myself but isn't that supposed to be a nice thing? i see things only the way i want to. and i get insanely jealous when someone tries to take my place. even for a minute. i sometimes cry to get off my stress IN PUBLIC. i think crying out is a better option than to let out everything on a person. and i take all the comments to me to my heart, contrary to what people believe. i DON'T like to defend my position when i am sure i am right. YES i hate to try and explain the same thing five million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    so yeah back to topic, so what does it make me? just a normal teenager with raging hormones or a stupid emotional freak? do let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-7342371961623439601?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7342371961623439601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=7342371961623439601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7342371961623439601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/7342371961623439601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/emotional-freak-eh.html' title='emotional freak eh?'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5194633096950032389</id><published>2007-11-17T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:21:25.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new poem!!!</title><content type='html'>i find inspiration in weirdest of places..so this one i wrote after watching a particularly depressing movie where everyone keeps on dying and there are lots of funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;i call it "what if"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are just puppets&lt;br /&gt;bound by strings from above,&lt;br /&gt;no one know when they go away,&lt;br /&gt;is it in a year a month or today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask you one thing&lt;br /&gt;i donno if i can&lt;br /&gt;if i go tomorrow or today&lt;br /&gt;would you mourn for me that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you sit like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;remember me for a minute?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cry for a day&lt;br /&gt;then let me go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you remember how we spend our days?&lt;br /&gt;the joys, the sorrows the happiness and the pain?&lt;br /&gt;or just recall certain moments past&lt;br /&gt;no emotions attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you remember our little joys?&lt;br /&gt;catching butterflies, fireflies&lt;br /&gt;running in the grass barefoot&lt;br /&gt;things that i hope you would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just regret things&lt;br /&gt;that should have happened but never did?&lt;br /&gt;like running away alone&lt;br /&gt;or stealing kisses in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you remember our little fights?&lt;br /&gt;those in which you always let me win?&lt;br /&gt;or those due to which&lt;br /&gt;we went without talking for days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you remember those little gifts?&lt;br /&gt;my petting you in the head&lt;br /&gt;you holding me through the scary scene&lt;br /&gt;not minding little scratches i left in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you still scold my picture&lt;br /&gt;if you think i was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;or try and replace everything&lt;br /&gt;memories and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would you laugh looking back&lt;br /&gt;on our little momentary madnesses&lt;br /&gt;like the time when everything&lt;br /&gt;and everyone didn't matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i jus go away&lt;br /&gt;will you miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5194633096950032389?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5194633096950032389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2293641491546033869&amp;postID=5194633096950032389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5194633096950032389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2293641491546033869/posts/default/5194633096950032389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-poem.html' title='new poem!!!'/><author><name>nirali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831070954918531455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msgM_K1vvx8/TVcmdpvASaI/AAAAAAAABE4/_Ii8j7xaCKI/s220/photo%252813%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293641491546033869.post-5777248334566242234</id><published>2007-11-16T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:48:55.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so what exactly am i?</title><content type='html'>so my parents come back after a trip to rajasthan and the first thing my mom says, "nirali i went for a trip and how come you've grown thinner??" this was 2 weeks ago. ok fine,i did grow thin due to lots of missed breakfasts and lunches due to being a kumbhkaran that i am!&lt;br /&gt;    so then diwali comes and along with it comes the season of excessive sweetness and uncles and aunties from all over the planet bringing you irresistible mithais! like any sane mortal i binged and how! so yesterday i notice, despite eating like no tomorrow, none of my pants fit, more like lets just say, they fall off. anyhow i do find one pair of jeans that stay on and go ahead with the day. it so happens one of my cousin, ruchu di is on a stay here and guess what she says, "nirali is it me or you've actually grown healthier?"&lt;br /&gt;    seriously??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    now i am kinda confused as to what exactly am i? thinner than before or healthier? gosh i tell you, you should stay away from these family people who confuse you like this! lolz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2293641491546033869-5777248334566242234?l=randomstoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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