tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26045246610458679032023-11-02T21:11:38.375+05:30....Echoes....they all reflect sometime !!!There is always a change ... !! And it costs too muchSiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-34157328659821096012012-05-31T12:33:00.002+05:302012-05-31T12:44:50.759+05:30Marine-Drives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">people come from all over the world to Mumbai. it a beautiful city. At first, people hate the crowds, the traffic, the pollution. but slowly they grow with it. and in a span of a few months people fall in love with this beautiful city. and as they call it, the rest is History. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Mumbai has charm that not many cities have. it has that never ending energy, the always-something-is-happening feeling, and the vibrancy. this city is extremely vibrant.extremely active and always on the move. it has been sometime and Mumbai has been a very special place, for me. in fact it is the true image of life. we need to be faster and on our toes to match its pace. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Mumbai is beautiful for it's cultural diversity. it is adored for its catch of people from all the hooks and corners. people gather every evening at various prominent locations, their usual hangouts, chatting, playing, and enjoying life. i kinda envy them. i once used to be so. life was fun, not that its not now, but that its not much like before. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> i enjoyed the time at marine drive y'day.me, my friend and her mum. the friend, pretty close to me, is leaving town, for her higher education. and so her mum wanted to visit Mumbai. so there she was and i thought of meeting her up, since she would be away for long. So, this time that we spent doing nothing at the marine drive, actually felt good. it was a long time since i had been there. last time i was at the marine drive, was with a group of friends, and even before that, that was just a brilliant time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I have been trying to complete this for a long time and its been 25 mins since i'm thinking of what to write ahead and m choking badly. so m done for now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*breathes free*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*sigh of relief*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">We all like surprises..don't we ? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">yeah !! i know depends.. right !! depends on who surprises us.. what is the surprise all about and when does it come in.. cuz the timing is mostly not that much a factor..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">so as i was telling about surprises, a box of cake and a dozen roses reach the destination..then just before it was supposed to reach at the destination, the delivery (bloody idiot dumb) boy calls up for the addres confirmation.. had he totally lost it !! isnt he supposed to know that surprises are neither confirmed nor told before hand.. and these buggers claim to be best in town..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">anyway!! when such things happen, u remember incidents from the past.. the memories that we carry..they flash like lightenings at terrbile speeds and still manage to leave a deep mark on the mind.. a few things here and there that happened to me was right in front of me.. the surprise b'day gift.. those glasses.. the diary.. the pics.. and the build up to the entire event.. all of them.. right in front of me.. as if i was going through them again.. as if someone, who had earlier capped them, was re-playing them.. just to tell me that the good times are snapped.. snapped for long.. and that expectation and hope are dangerous.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">but then again.. it was a surprise that built up to all the destruction... and sometimes surprises are no good.. they shudn't come all of a sudden..specially from those from whom we don't expect these surprises, or may be dont want it from them, right then... but then as the dict defines it, <strong><em>"(of something unexpected) Cause (someone) to feel mild astonishment or shock</em></strong>" .. and as it happened here.. it was a shock.. a big one.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">i hate surprises now.. hate to receive them.. afraid to, some might call it... but i have the right to be afraid.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">nothing ends..nothing is forgotten...nothing is left behind...nothing is permanant..nothing is temporary..and nothing is just no-thing..a nought..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sometimes you always realize that, that someone is trying to say something by a media of non-oral and only-written communication, as if the former is a crime. But then the self-important, i'm-right heart and mind grows over the past and tries to find the best of the worst present and predicts/prays a different life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">People's strength and character is unquestionable. Immense one though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It is definitely true.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Who knows Who said What and When.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Period.</span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-57507592296240263892011-09-10T00:34:00.002+05:302011-09-18T03:32:39.255+05:30And an year went on...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">some say the time flies by..some say it is the only changing change around us..the last time i stroke some keys on this screen was more than an year ago..and i feel awful about this...this is since the departure of much loved and mush wasted college life...and then the advent of professional so-called-but-true-life...the pay-me-nothing-work-me-everything kind of life..and since then there has been no looking back...suddenly when i find that many people keep updating and scribbling on this orange-blue-white screen...i thought show some respect to the ones in my list..who (as google says) are follwing me..no matter how hard it tries to lie abt that to me..it makes the feel better... and now a year flew by.things have changed from 4 room for some 20-25 odd road-roamers to huge mansion for the single...at the end of the world..surrounded by species with no legs to many legs...varying from 48deg C to 12000 mm rainfall...crazy, as people wud say...compulsion is what i wud call it...and then add to it the "Boss is always right" phenomenon....and u know life has been part good part tough and part undiscovered..i notice around me, the talk of people getting post-graduated, to people moving out of india to someone moving in at home and varities and colors..such news around has shown that people dun hesitate changing paths..things look bright outside...lots of options flying nearby..some to catch and some to miss... but must accept the change that is being involved at every step.. </span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">ADIOS</span></strong></em></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-70938125085955507452010-06-21T20:10:00.003+05:302010-06-21T20:40:55.364+05:30randomness ....... times ....... fickle ....<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>it is very hard to believe the change in time... it shows good things...bad things...worse and worst... all forms of bad are thrown in front of us... we cry out to ourself.. sometimes to others too .. but then the heart has always one thought in mind .. y do things happen to us... y do we keep on facing troubles and others seem to make a pleasant living in themselves... the mind makes a lot of decisions and the heart refuses to take them.. we vent out on our buddies ... we shout at them and make a mockery of things... and even we swear at them for not being with us at our times of need... we make a long list of complaints at the person whom we love.. we shout..we cry...we laugh and we sulk ....and this part - the sulking thing .. the after effects of love,battle, fights... and much more makes a huge part of our life... many of us life sulking and some dun sulk.. some for a longer duration and some jus wrap it off in a jiffy .... some incidents in our lives are at our eye-fronts every time.. and some are off our last thoughts... some things lie college... friends ... the pet names... the wars... the food.. the drinks - booze ... the smokes.. the roadside tapris... and much more all play their role in our life.. and none of us are exempted of these situations. .. everyone of us face it ... see it ... blurt it .. and then of course remember it when we miss them... this is what is the time-cycle... the changes and flanges of life... we love making mistakes... every time we look back into those cute emotions and times that we left behind just in the wake of another new day and a passing away dusk, we are enlightened by the factuals that happened .... the makes and breaks of past has an enduring effect on the present and then the truth or we can say the realizations are done... we see a lot and do a lot ... much aware and much unaware... so this is what life is ... it changes every moment ... every second ... every blink makes us think different .. and no two blinks are the same .... times have changed and it feels good to look back into those memories .. feels like reliving them ... atleast we want to go thru them in a summary ... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>with the times changing and bigger and better things expected to come... we all shackle under this change and we all feel insecure... changing times make us feel bad-worse-good..everything ... the past has a turmoil over us... we go crazy ... we go mad ..... we all have seen stuffs happening around us ... we all see things with others .... and keeping ourself strong amongst the crowd is tough ... things get easy when we forget... but not all things are to be forgotten. ....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>i know m talking crap... i m just not in the normal self ... somethings are really taking my attention off me .... things will settle down ... they should ... :) .... take care .... be good....</i></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-24652999522707616552010-06-09T22:14:00.003+05:302010-06-09T22:37:05.876+05:30the long lost friend is back again...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sometimes i imagine life without the gadgets that we use today... life will be a hell in their absence.. it will be like chucking the heart out of u ...sometimes we curse ourselves that we are up to date on our mail or we r not regular in touch with friends cuz we dun have a net connection...but really this whole thing of socializing and keeping in contact with people is one prime reason for networking sites... orkut makes us free in searching people ... and thats what u need when ur a long lost person in this world and u wanna come in terms with ur buddies again.... all u need to do is to create an orkut or a fb account ... and then thats it ... u are into the virtual world of reality ... </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">one fine day ... after i return from job and i open my orkut after many weeks and to my bloody surprise i find an old pal of mine has sent me request here ... getting all excited to talk to him ... i immediately took his mail id and then the next moment i mailed him and then i feel a sense of huge relief of getting back in touch with him after 10 years.. this way these social sites are really putting into people's emotions... this is maybe the best use of networking sites ... </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">people use ot for various many reasons.. which m not concerned about ... the fact remains the fact that they are social networks ... and now-a-days even a child aged 5 does use his fb for updating his routine ... from constipation to corporates all of us are addicted to some of these ... some form of these..</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">this friend of mine was in touch with me till 8th grade and then no one knew where he was and what he was doing .. our group tried to track him down and get to him .. all in vain... we tried hi dad's contact .. that too wasn't any useful... all that we knew where that he's somewhere in kolkata doing his masters in chemistry ... so this way i get in touch with him and really it feels good to be like this... its always a pleasure getting back in terms with the person whom u had always wanted to be contact with.... it has been a good day to me.. and hope things go really well ... this way i think i can get in touch with many more of my schoolies...</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">life is strange .. daily it gives surprises ... dazzles u thru ur nerve but still takes u along and makes u experience the most beautiful memories of life....</span></i></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-81431511790690132542010-06-08T19:13:00.005+05:302010-06-08T19:42:19.175+05:30the friends and more ...life has started again ... a new thing .. a new palce and most of many more new people ... m usually a kind of guy who gets in touch with many new friends very fast and very easily ... i love making new friends .. or may i shud put it in the past tense ... i loved making many new friends ... but this new corporate thing is really seeming very strange to me ... m not able to make new friends or maybe m not interested in making new friends .... its usually easy for me to get befriended with people .. again this life is not the same as before... earlier it happened that m in contact with the entire grp .. this time its not the sanme case .. either m changing, which is a huge factor or times are changing ... which again cannot be denied ...<br />either way this new face of people and being them is great ... kinda the real faces .. the very professional life ... damn professional ... in a way again, this is good ... now i myself dun wanna make a lot of new people .. the more the new people , the more u need to attend to them and the more u tend to loosen with the old ones... and this is really harsh on them ... they seem to take us in the wrong way ... but then change is inevitable ...<br />life makes us take harsh decisions ... gives us hard times but also people around to fight them ... sometimes its the undeniable existance of the friends which makes us strong ... makes us see thru all tough situations and circumstances of life ...makes us feel the aura against and with us .. the foes..the friends..the families..the figures ... they are play a big role in deciding what actually is our decision ... they may make us strong they may weaken us ... but finally the one who stands us thru all this is the one who will stand us thru much more to come .. life takes visious turns and so does friendship ... u may hate ur friend at this second but then u may hug them the very next moment apologising for ur act ... all this happens to all of us ..<br /><br />some know how to put them on their back and still walk away unnoticed and harmless.. like nothing ever happend .... but some , those "some" who jus are twisted in these curves are never able to come out of this ... and for them peers are the biggest asset... friendship is a relation that cud spoil everything ... and it is the only relation that cud bring us back from ashes .. and thats y v need these humpy-bumpy people around us ..<br /><br />*finally m blogging today ... i love blogging ... venting out to people whom i dunno... whom i know .... * .. this is easier .. in many-a-ways ... letting out ourselves on people who are not known to us .. who dont know us .. who have never seen us ... who have nothing to do with our past or the future .. they jus listen to us ... like our diaries ... lively diaries ... they speak to us .. they respond to us .. but they dont hate us ... they dont comment on us .. this is easy and fun ... knowing people on the e-world and then making friends with them ... its good ... its like ... i dunno ...<br /><br />this is reality ... and this is believable ...<br />time takes its toll on all of us ...<br />and i like being played upon by the sands of nature ...<br /><br />its raining for the past couple of days here ... its freaking aweosme here in faridabd .. temp has dipped from 48 to 28 ... lovely romantic climate ... damn sexy trees shedding leaves .. its cold in nights ... its great in the early-mornings.... its great to go on a walk... :) ...<br /><br />take care friends ... keep posting .. it will take me time to get back in regular touch ... :) ..SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-21418028238153941102010-05-21T14:49:00.003+05:302010-05-21T14:51:21.640+05:30m updating ... that i will be back ...another 3 months and not even a post ... sorry .. i will try to be regular ... "try to" ...<div><br /></div><div>m updating my status now ..</div><div><br /></div><div>i m placed in TATA POWER , Faridabad as of now ... joining on 1st june.</div><div><br /></div><div>m done with the college life .... m missing it sooo much ...</div><div><br /></div><div>m loving those memories....</div><div><br /></div><div>everything ..</div><div><br /></div><div>will get back with many many more details ... and will publish those 31 posts that ar still in drafts ..</div><div><br /></div><div>love life :) ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-46000917014768249222010-02-28T22:29:00.004+05:302010-02-28T23:12:24.522+05:30what to name it ... !!!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>its been months , almost 45 days since i made my last post .... m really was not in any mood to blog ... but then i have been brought up again to blog .... no one is the reason behind it ... but just a few self realisations ... not to be told ....some things are better untold ....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>let me talk about a few things .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>one of them is lying to your buddies .... the prime rule of lying that has always been is that either you lie very efficiently that you are never caught .... cuz ur close buddy can always spot u lying ... or else dont let ur lie ever get to that person from whom you want it to be kept unknown .... so this way ur buddy never gets to know that u lied and also he wont ever feel bad about it ... cuz buddies are always there for the best ..... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> now if the case is not so and the friend finds out that u lied to him ... now here is where the we get some differences .... cuz u 've been great buddies all time and even though you never wanted to hurt him, he invariably gets hurt on this .... obviously the friend is not mandating you to tell him every part of ur life or share it with him.... but what a friend expects from you is that you dont lie to him .... never .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> its easier to hide something from ur buddies rather faking it .... such small incidents leave away a big dent in the art of friendship .... and if your friend completely easy taking types...then man ur lucky to have such a friend ...and if not , then ur surely goin to have a tough time explaining him .... obviously it wont take a minute to walk off from the conversation but once u walk off unexplained then it means u walked off the relationship that u shared with him/her till now .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> in any kind of friendship or a relationship , there should be some free space for both the persons ... u cant force someone in the name of care and attachments ... no one is a kid that they cant take care of self ... this is the point in some relationships where you cant hold on to one forever if you dont let down go of ur ego and possessiveness... everyone is possessive for their friends but there is a gentle way of making it known to them .... but if the only way you find to express that is ur rude and wasted behaviour.. then ur gonna end up losing them ... so better stay negligent for sometime than letting go off such wonderful friendships.... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> in all relationships , there are some strings attached.... strings that decide what u can do, what u cant, how u shud do, and how u shudnt ... and et al .... but when there comes the time to let go off those strings... we shackle ... we tend not to loosen those nots .... cuz we are afraid of losing them ..... but the thing we dunt realise is that the more we let people free and lonely .... they get to miss us more and then is that they realise what they actually had left unnoticed ... so at times keeping strings open, lets others free and also shows our trust on them... the friend needs to realise how much trust do we have on them... and this makes the relationship tick longer than thought and longer than meant for ...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> if all of this doesnt make any sense to u ... i wont apologise ... cuz this is not meant for all ... this is sometimes that happens to all of us ... just that some of us blog this down... some write diaries ... some cry it out ... some puff it and boozze it ... some fuck it off ... but at the end there is someone or something that takes its toll on us at such situations .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> amen .... </i></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-64801259787811683322010-01-08T11:18:00.001+05:302010-01-08T11:19:49.706+05:30rendezvous .... chilling cold !!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">"Those lovely hands shud always be mine<br />let alone i make them shine..<br />the life is full of U and Me ....<br />lets stay together if possible be .... "<br /><br />just a random few lines in mind ....<br /><br />m going home .. chennai ... i dunno if i really wanna go but yeah sometimes it good to have a change ....<br /><br />stay good ....<br /></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-82258255244243041312010-01-05T10:06:00.002+05:302010-01-05T10:28:28.058+05:30strange but true !!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">strange but true .... !!!<br /><br />in our lives we come across so many surprises ... so many such moments that dazzle us at the first touch and first sight .... and also so many moments of myth that we trust and believe to be true whereas they actually are jus illusions or are manipulated by people .... the december edition of THE WEEK had many such abstracts and myths commonly accepted by people and still on the GO .... so there do exist such modifications and fabricated truths that are kept aloof people or may be people dun even know !! ...<br /><br />a friend of mine once was cycling on the college roads .... a lone child to his parents ... no siblings .... very restricted friend circle that time .... he wasnt a professional cyclist .... cuz wen he was riding and wen he needed to stop it ... he jus shouted to us , " which brake should i use to stop the cycle " .... now laugh at it .... cuz we mocked him for always and evn today he suffers the poor jokes from us on this ..... so that is how we know him to be .... a great nice person ... a geek in the touch and a thin parallel structure made out of slog wood .... he is so thin that he can manage an excape through the tiniest of the holes.... we used him a ghandhi in disguise on occasions like the independence day mime etc .... gets drunk and spits out some crappy stuffs that obv he doesnt remember ... laughs lot wen he's drunk ...<br /><br />a few weeks back the iift results were out and from the entire Chattisgarh state der wer only 3 short-listed candidates ... two from my college and one being him .... what a great thing to happen for him ... for all of us ... a great boost to him and a great treat (waiting) for us .... he's really good in apti and all these stuffs .... more than good i can say he manages time well and give proper time to all sections ... really wanted to appreciate him for this feat ... still PI GD to come but i hope and wish he gets thru .... the strange thing here is he doesn't know riding bicycle and is bad at household chores but great person and a great entertainer indeed.... and he's famous in our grp for </span>kalaichifying <span style="font-style: italic;">thala .... he's the one thala is always annoyed off ... he jus pisses him off to no limits ... god he's so spelled in teasing and irritating that .... thala one day may not think twice slapping him ... but THALA is thala ... he different creed in himself ... his ideas r ideal and sticks to them ....<br /><br />this is a jus randon post .... but i'm getting the touch bak to blogging ... slowly though ,..<br /><br />new year wishes to all ..<br /></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-64029224668859599072009-12-28T19:38:00.003+05:302009-12-28T19:56:06.793+05:30life is hard to deal ... but soft if let it deal itself !!<div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">we all go thru times of stress and pain .. times when we just arn't in our best and times when we miss that "just-magical-touch" which could heal us ...there exists so much in our lives that we can simply let our past go off us and let the present play its plot cuz we are already too messed up and too dragged to think of what had happened ... i obviously dont mean to say that we shud leave our past and move on but yeah we could atleast not dwell on our past ...<br /><br />already having so much utter shackles and shambles in life that if we give any more consideration to the unwanted , we might well land up in hell and then settle the affairs... but what if we could all this now ??<br /><br />and this is possible (in my senses) when we stop dealing with the life and let it deal with us ... cuz at times its good that we dont take all the mess over us and let it on something else .... we keep track with so many people in life ... we trust so many people in life that if by some mistake one of those trusted ones criss-crosses our personal path and makes it public..then is when u lose ur trust on people ... not only on that individual but on all .... and that is the moment when we expect the others to stay on with us and understand us ....<br /><br />whats wrong if we get numb to people's reactions ... we have life in us.. but we can still be vulnerable to people's comments and interference on us ....<br /><br />i've become like this .... made myself vulnerable to everything ... atleast if not vulnerable... i'm being plastic in senses and dun let people see into me .... this is kind of perfect if u want people to stay off u and u want to stay aloof .... but then the fact arises when u need them to see thru u .... when u need people to see those sleepless eyes .... those lonliness in u .... u feel like had someone called us and asked , "what happened ?? " ... but that doesn't happen cuz of the plastic immune nature that i've got on myself ... the sheath that i've covered myself in doesn'e let me people feel me ... and so i end up at the end of the cliff alone .... no one even to push me off !!!!!!<br /><br />this is what life gives u when u give nothing to life ....<br /><br />i suffer ... we all suffer ... unless until we change ....<br /><br />blessed by the immunity ... and shackled by the pity !!!!!<br /><br /></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-13520810784063670332009-12-28T19:11:00.002+05:302009-12-28T19:29:10.771+05:30long past gone !!!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i know it has been a very long time that i'm writing down ... but dunno somehow i'm not gettin that magical blog moments that i had months ago... may be cuz of increasing stress of final yr projects and books .... or the extreme nostalgia of missing moments and people .. what ever it is .... i m not able to scribble down my thoughts ... people are chasing me to hunt me down for some reason or the other .... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">m keeping too low on my healt for the past week or so .... severe cough and cold .... and then as i'm i dint consult a doc .... toook few medicines .... and the changing climate in raipur is not having a great effect on me ... atleast not in the good sense ....<br /><br />placements are on at the college and i've not appeared in even one of them till now ... !!! i've a very strong feeling that i may land up in no-man's land one day after the college life and then the most unimaginable and worst thing might happen .... sitting home jobless .... this is not what i'm meant for or at least i dont what this to be destined upon me ....<br /><br />my plan of GRE has been an utter rupture as of now .... havnt taken a date till now and add it to the fact that its already dec end and then what is gonna happen ... m clueless !!!!!!!! jus bloddy clueless i'm .... i got no plan for the backup and this is gonna hit me real hard.... i jus wish i get a back-up job the least and somehow i give my GRE within the new-yr month .... i hope, let JAN bring in some luck and surprises for me .... cuz i need luck now more than ever ....<br /><br />there has been too many ups and downs in a lot of things in life .... cant scribble all but yeah not the ones that i ever expected to happen .... dunno this final yr nostalgia is all over me and this is may be the reason that m missing my school buddies a lot .... i've been trying to get i n touch with the first nascent immature child gang of my life ..... somehow i need that sunshine ... the light and the hope to stick to the principles of mine ... . seeing people lose from everything to nothing has been a pain ... seeing people been devoid of damn luck and support has led me to somewhere ....<br /><br />i know i might be talking some utter meaningless crap... but pardon me cuz thats what i'm when i'm messed up altogether ... i get no sense no life in me .... jus a few words jumbled in mind ... that which are being thrown out now ....<br /><br />one thing is very clear from all these is that the more u get attached to someone in life... the more u repent for it .... if not repent but hurt for it ... !!!! this is what i've noticed in people in their lives ...<br /><br />"captivity of negativity" .... this has been striking me for more than a week now .. !! i dunno why .. i dunno how ... jus comes to mind ....<br /><br />adios !!!!!!!!11<br /></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-35288893439277587372009-11-29T21:19:00.002+05:302009-11-29T21:36:55.626+05:30The CAT finally meows ....<div align="justify"><em>dint get any better or u can say any crap topic than this .... </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em>chalo den ... finally the CAT is dealt with and m having fun now in nagpur station ... train at 11pm and what else can replace the time than net and blogging and den arsenal-chelsea now ..... m really missing the crunch ... wanted to see it live. ... but never mind .... good team selection from the italian ..... a draw is what i think may be outcome .. still i can bet on chelsea winning .... to tough ... but possible ... but gallas back ... lesc. .... </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em>the day was great .... 15km from station was the centre and we stayed in some nearby hotel .... reached on time and started on time ..atleast for me .... my previous batch ppl had terrible experience .... their exams started 2 hrs late and den things really crapped up .. ... but rest management was not-so-bad ... cant blame the Prometric either .... they have been doing this very effieiently for yrs. .... </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em>i personally felt that exam is not tough and i sincerely believe that the students who have really worked hard for this , can really crack it .... if they keep their cool and trust their decisions and major of all least negatives will be a great play for u all .... so everyone attempting CAT and if ur a serious aspirant then kindly try to eliminate options rather than sitting and wasting time .... really it did work for me at many situations.. proper analysis of the que and then eliminating the options with cool mind will do ... cuz for some que i had no clue .... still did them ..... but very sadly i dint expect to screw up in maths .... it was fairly easy and crackable .... but then i think cutoffs will shoot up ..... results will be out from 22nd jan....</em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em>all the best to all the fellow CAT buddies. .... have a great time and enjoy .... </em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em>rest is great ..... so l be back by tomo morning to the room and then will reply to all queries .... </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em>adios .... </em></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-30717671923603497712009-11-27T21:23:00.002+05:302009-11-27T21:43:09.882+05:30The Renaissance .......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sw_6hnfrTtI/AAAAAAAACWM/trUgqQ-Qef0/s1600/pen-write.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sw_6hnfrTtI/AAAAAAAACWM/trUgqQ-Qef0/s320/pen-write.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408817132939726546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">yeah ,.... its been quite long ..... its feels alone to be away from this world ..... it was tough being away from this ..... but truely i checked many of my favourite blogs .... did miss out on many and den yeah m sorry to all those who may have been waiting for my postss .....my exams are halted for 10 days .... CAT .... and m also giving CAT on 29th.... dats DOT ... and know what!!!!1 .... havnt even given a single mock till now ..... i dunno how many ques come .... dunno any pattern ... m just giving it cuz i wanted to know what it is, "the toughest management exam in the world" ..... thats what people call it as .... just y'day i was told that it is 2 hr 15 min long battle with the computer ..... so i think up and ready for it .... lesc how it frames it ....<br /><br />regarding my long absence everyone knew i'm having exams ... so dint dare to do anything else .... cuz m last min hurdle jumper ... no pre-prep ... some people can do it.... i cant .... m not so talented ... also i dint wanna screw up my final yr. , enuf i've done in the past three yrs ..... some remedy was needed ....<br /><br />i've lots to write down ... but m leaving for nagpur (my CAT centre) tomoro .... i'll try a post again .... but sorry if i fail to ....<br /><br />terrible times have hit me .....<br /><br />waiting to get back on track ....<br /><br />thanks each one of you for the evelasting presence here .....<br /><br />Regards ....<br /><br /></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6446086302096896952009-10-30T18:10:00.002+05:302009-10-30T18:16:38.142+05:30sorry and empty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SurgIMD_7nI/AAAAAAAACWE/PpSYFWy5970/s1600-h/null.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SurgIMD_7nI/AAAAAAAACWE/PpSYFWy5970/s400/null.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398373534638534258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;">this post goes in for those who are following me and might have expected to continue with my posts .. but since these hectic exams and gre and stuf i'm not blogging at'll and its a month since i've done any proper blog ..... i have not been following any of the other blogs and even though i wanna comment and see all my favs blog... but m not able to ... m sorry to all of u ...<br /><br />i want to scribble so much ... but m jus in wait for the exams to get over.... so many of my friends are doin contant posts .... but they are capable of multitasking .. which i real suck at .....<br /><br />so this may be my last post (may be) ... for a month or more.... or it may even happen that i change my mind and start regular posts ....<br /><br />so all of u out there ... thanks for the constant visits ... and all followers m really heartful for u ....<br /><br />bye take care ...<br /><br /><br /></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-77921970164316856992009-10-11T21:25:00.001+05:302009-10-11T21:25:36.994+05:30The ... About Me .... TAG<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/StHeQPQZPTI/AAAAAAAACVM/SL2J6cl_RZw/s1600-h/111020092031.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/StHeQPQZPTI/AAAAAAAACVM/SL2J6cl_RZw/s400/111020092031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391334599493762354" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; "><br /><br />so sorry friends ... i had been under covers for 8 days or so .... wanted to write a lot .. lots are in the drafts ... let me start with <a href="http://unthinkunwind.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-day-prevents-brain-decay.html">rohini's tag</a> ..... </span><span style="font-style: italic; ">this about me tag was nice and i really loved writing this .... </span><span style="font-style: italic; ">1. i love talking and chit-chatting with people .. an inherent quality ... and i love interacting with new faces ... i can go along with unknown people for hours & hours .... and i love making new buddies ....<br /><br />2. i love using Sony Ericsson mobiles.. although i've a NOKIA but still .... any day they stand better than the nokias....<br /><br />3. i'm a freak football fan and that too only after joining college .... cuz the surrounding effect ... i love watching matches ... Chelsea is ma favorite and i wanna see them play at Stamford once ... ... i m a blue thro n thro .... its a zeal seeing them play ...<br /><br />4. once in my life i would love to meet APJ and Stephen Hawking for their contributions to space science ....<br /><br />5. internet and gmail are my weakness... Add blogs to them now.... i'm madly addicted to these .... and yeah hell yeah ... Gtalk too ....<br /><br />6. spite of the fact that i love meeting and making new friends , i love more being alone .... loneliness is my strength .... it energises me .... i'm best when i'm left in my solitude and fantasies ....<br /><br />7. i dont want to get an arranged marriage ... I wish to be in love with someone and den have a love marriage ... make the happiest moments with her ... (although i know m quite close to the fairy-land )... i always dreamt of getting a cancerian girl ... (nothing related to any1) ... and i wish her name starts with "A" .. and ___________________ .....<br /><br />8. Many times in my childhood and even few times now I've dreamt like someone pushes me off a huge cliff and then i fall into the valleys .... and there and then i die and its the end of me .... But Trust me, i would really want a sweeter death-written for me .... not like this. ... please ... that will be really harsh on me ....<br /><br />9. a passion for me is cooking ... and its a hobby ... Another one is driving ... esp bikes .... Reading is myself .... and drenching in rains is just so me .. so so me.. and love that romantics ....<br /><br />10. and most of all i hate ice creams ... paneer ... cheese ... ghee .... (not sweets...) ... seriously i hate ice creams .... </span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic; "><br /><br />And off-late i've been irritated by pink colour too .... i hate pink ... and smoking and boozing are my prime hatreds ... evils .....<br /><br />and in my life i'll try not to eat non-vegetarian food ... at least i'll make it very sure .... avoid it till 99.99 % .. until it costs for my existence ...<br /><br />==================================================================<br /><br />i'm blogging after very long ... expect short posts from me ... seriously gotta prepare for GRE ... my only hope of life ...<br /><br />:)</span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-53320910306472085252009-10-03T15:18:00.005+05:302009-10-03T16:09:17.368+05:30The Indian Dream<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote><p align="justify">This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.</p></blockquote><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SscoW3ok5gI/AAAAAAAACVE/AkrDicMjTEI/s400/india.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388319852528461314" /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>wowiee... what a topic man.... what a great one to debate upon... all of us know ... each one has faced it... has seen it.. or atleast wanted to see it ... the free India.. the dream that each one of us have in us .. to have a nation of his choice ... to have a nation of our choice ... to see the nation be like 'America' or like 'china' or like 'Switzerland' ... be free and independent and ruling like a superpower ... tell me one person who doesn't dream his country to flourish in every damn field ... in every damn corner .. in every angle and in every hook ... YES , we all have grown like this.. our parents have grown like this... supporting the nation for everything... our grand-generation has given lives to make us see this future for us.. a nation thats so so better than what we had ....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>almost many of the contestants have criticized the nation.. stating that its not worth what it is ... stating that we are losers... stating every damn reason to hate the mother nation.... giving thousand and one reasons for hating this country... for making it a bad place to live on ..... BUT i hate them..hate all those who talk like this .... Y ????? </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>yeah lemme tell u .... the blog-a-ton topic is "THE INDIAN DREAM" .... it means what we dream our nation to be.... what we would like our nation to look like. .... .. how do we visualize it to be 20 yrs from now ... 50 yrs from nw.... how do we see it for our grandchildren .... ..</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>i too have a dream .... to be selfish ... to be a selfish patriot ... to be a bloody-selfish patriotic person who just wants everything good for the nation ... just for me ... just for my country ... cuz then only it becomes possible for this nation to develop...develop better ... better than the bloody americans.. the bloody other country .... because all other countrymen are selfish for their country ... they want their country to develop .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>tell me how many us are ready to work and die for the nation ... ask all those fucking-bastards sitting in the silicon valley to come and serve the mother nation .... will they come ???? NO ... they wont ... cuz those assess are paid for their slavery to the americans.... paid in large amounts... and for them the money matters and not the nation .... yes and this outrage in me is jus cuz so many of us are only good enuf to talk.. and talk .. and do nothing .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>now do one more thing ... tell all those people who travel to abroad.. anywhere to go and spit at the roads of america or switzerland ... or germany and france ... no fucking bitch has the guts to that .... none can even think of doing that.... Y ??? cuz those roads are clean .. they follow rules.... but the moment they land at the indira gandhi airport ... they will come out and sit in a taxi .. open the window and spit out all the shit that they had in their mouth during the tour .... motherfucking assess... WHY ??? why do people become so negligent for the home nation... why cant we try and clean our nation.. y cant we atleast give a try to it ???? NO ONE will come forward to do this..... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>have u ever given a thought what would have happened if Narayana murthy had left the country in search for a better life for him... just imagine ... WE would have lost one of the world's leading IT sector ... make him our idol to success .... </i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">really i thank Mr. Murthy .....</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"kyunki, apne ghar ke safai mein haat kon gande kare" .....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>(tr :" no one wants to dirt their hand for cleaning own home") .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>we have the highest number of population next to China ... and still we cant get above them... cuz the only reason that lies behind this is that we are not so sincere to the parent nation ... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>1. each one of us dreams to have the best governing body at the centre ... but none of us has the freaking gut to step up and enter politics ..... enter into it and try to be a part of the governing india ... if anyone can do this .. then only we can get rid of corruption .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>2. each one us will die to see india win over pakistan .. anyday ... we want it ... we just want to see the indian cricket team cruise against pakistan .... but how many of us can really take up a carrier in that direction ????<br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>3. we all are aware of the global warming situ and the situation of plastics ... but how many of us have stopped using plastics ??? may be not even .01 % of the educated WE ...... ??? or even less .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>4. we all do complain of dirt and shit around us ... but we forget its us who have done this ... and no one else ... no one but we are responsible for the mess around us...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>5. how many of us are today ready to go into the indian air force or the army or even the navy ???? not many ... cuz they fear the loss of life ... but think what if those brave soldiers had thought the same ... or think what if gandhi and nehru had thought the same ??? </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>then would we be here sitting and posting comments and taking part in such a competition @ <b>blog-a-ton </b> ??? NO ... NEVER ... EVER .... would we be freely walking on the roads .. freely singing and parting ....?? NO ....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>so its a duty for all of us ... to do what we should have done decades back .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And this is the true sense of an INDIAN DREAM for me ... and even for many else too .... a dream where we can have our own silicon-valley .... or own missiles without anyone's permission and aid .... our own army to battle the whole world ... our own google, microsoft and everything... </span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>thanks all for being a great part of our nation ... a great part of our developing culture , society and contributing to its summit ....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>if we all can really think and act wise ... we can really have an INDIAN DREAM outside jus this blog competition also .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Jai Hind .... </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><br /><br /><blockquote><p align="justify"><span><span>The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-3.html#comments"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.</span></span></p></blockquote>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-28856355361342111012009-10-03T10:31:00.003+05:302009-10-03T10:56:02.870+05:30life for this moment .... and love every memory ...<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsbdK9ydxDI/AAAAAAAACU8/FYoZnfPRdzc/s1600-h/LifeRocksDude.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsbdK9ydxDI/AAAAAAAACU8/FYoZnfPRdzc/s400/LifeRocksDude.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388237184650036274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">everyone of us has had the bad times ....the good times....times wen we have had real tough things thrown at us that are above the caliber of our long hands to tackle ....but we battled to won.... stuffs that we never wanted to go through alone ... times when we really needed a friend , a shoulder to cry upon ... times when we just cried cuz we wanted to feel better ... times when we felt the absence of a love in our life.... a love that could have caressed us like a feather .... times when the angry dad told us to leave the home cuz we failed in our exams... times when those late night phone calls made us realize the importance of a true friend ... the necessity of being a true friend ..... </span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the college ...time when those hostel foods were pathetic and all the group of friends starved till the early mornings until a cup of tea .... those heavenly cigarettes during the exam nights ...... those booze on a friends birthday .... those moments when we jus felt that being on a high might jus do all the evens for odds .... the misunderstandings that lead to minor fights ending up in chocolate gifts... those moments when we could endlessly listen to rock-metal music for weeks and weeks still being soft .... those moments when we had no cash ... no ATM balance ... No reserves ... and jus had lunch at a friend's expense .... those true moments when all of us felt that its better to die than strive under such ruthless and killing situations.... the jealousy in seeing a happy couple, when u r fresh out of a break-up .... the jealousy of a bestfriend over others...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">those sleepless nights when u had big huge fights .... the disco discotheques with late night addictions ..... the 3 am walk on a lonely road .... the group trips with gangs .... memorable pics.... those accidents .... the hidden sex... the secret smooches .... the first puff of smoke ... the first drink... the first 'getting on a high' .... those bath-less dirty weeks ..... stinging physic with loadsa deo ... those secret crushes ... late night Maggie packets .... long Q in the hostels for the loo .... the first date ... the mass bunks ... the short-attendance lists ... </span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">walking in the rain hands-in-hands with the beloved... those most cherished moments ....the 1st show movie tickets for black ... first tram journey ... the first flight .... the endless discussions on sex ... those porn movies ... the masturbation topics discussed with shame excitement and guilt :P .... the first sex talk on phone .... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we are all of us so fortunate to our friends who stand with us in spite of anything .. in spite of everything.. they shoulder us to the very start .. the very end ... to everywhere... they help us , tease us . beat us ... but love us ... the all of us have a history ... a past that we cant change ... a future that we can see..we cant design .... just the present to live for .. jus today to be alive .... then y waste time on the future and the past ... y not LIVE THE MOMENT ???? Y NOT DIE THE MOMENT ??? .... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">lets do it today ... tell each one of them who matter to us ... thank them for making it in our lives.. for letting us in their lives .... for making it to the our pen of memories ... for letting us keep those pics.... for letting us cry ... for letting us laugh ... for giving us the smile ... for everything .... today lets be thankful and grateful to all our friends .... to all those who matter ... our parents .. our siblings .. the cousins ... the crush .. the love .... the girl-next-door ... to everyone .....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">I LOVE U ALL FOR MAKING IT INTO A PART OF ME ... A PART OF WHAT I AM TODAY ....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">lets spread this air of happiness ... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">happy days ...</span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-75053562048624445892009-10-02T19:45:00.008+05:302009-10-02T20:12:50.639+05:30wooohooooooooo ... so many tags.... m so so thankful ....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">many may not like this whole idea of tagging and stuff.. but i jus love that ... cuz tagging is just not fr fun or only as a passe. ... .. its the basic love .. affection .. a tradition in blogging mainly ... and if smeone tags us it really means that they remember us til now... and for times to come .... we are tagged cuz people know us.. and wanna know us better .... so if anyone tags me m so much excited and so much thankful to them .... and also i will follow it for every tag... </span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">=====================================================================</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">i have been tagged for this both by </span><a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">guria</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> and </span><a href="http://musingsofamaiden.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">samadrita</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> for this ... thanks re really ....</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsYOJuNtbmI/AAAAAAAACUs/qHesF9ZjCOM/s320/IG.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388009564382522978" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">RULE 1</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">- </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">You can only say Guilty or Innocent.</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">RULE 2</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">- </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">RULE 3</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">- </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Copy and paste this into your notes , delete mine and type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.</span></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Asked someone to marry you?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Ever kissed someone of the same sex?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>guilty</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Danced on a table in a bar?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Ever told a lie?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>innocent</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>guilt</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Kissed a picture?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Slept in until 5 PM?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>guilt</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Fallen asleep at work/school?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>guilt</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Held a snake?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been suspended from school?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>guilt</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Worked at a fast food restaurant?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Stolen from a store?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been fired from a job?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Done something you regret?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /></b></span></span></i></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /></b></span></span></i></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Kissed in the rain?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Sat on a roof top?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>innocent</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Kissed someone you shouldn’t?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Sang in the shower?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>innocent</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Shaved your head?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Had a boxing membership?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Made a boyfriend cry?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been in a band?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Shot a gun?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Donated Blood?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Eaten alligator meat?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>(</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>eww</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>)</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Eaten cheesecake?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Still love someone you shouldn’t?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Have/had a tattoo?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Liked someone, but will never tell who?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been too honest?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Ruined a surprise?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Erased someone in your friends list?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>innocent</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)?</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Joined a pageant?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilty</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Had communication with your ex?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilt</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><br /></b></span><b><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Got totally drunk on the night before exam?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Innocent</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><i></i></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b>Got totally angry that you cried so hard?</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i></i></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>Guilt</b></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b>.</b></span></span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></i></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">==========================================================================</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">i have been really honured by each one of you for tagging me ... m jus so much thankfu l to u all... again ....i expect everyone to pick up these tags and do them..thanks</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">love u all ....</span></i></span></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-83936006266746113472009-10-01T09:33:00.002+05:302009-10-01T09:45:43.126+05:30%% ..... 55 ..... hhmmm .. .. not exactly .... (+12)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsQs3sJACdI/AAAAAAAACUk/HEjyaKznjLc/s1600-h/rain.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsQs3sJACdI/AAAAAAAACUk/HEjyaKznjLc/s320/rain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387480389495294418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i climbed up the mountains so tall and high<br />my heart thundered, and i wanted to try<br />i was deep into the dreams...that<br />i would never wake up until i fly ......<br /><br />my thoughts were shattered and broken<br />it was the thunderous sounds of the rain.....<br />i sat on my couch looking through the window...<br />what the drizzle had in it, took away my pain .....<br /><br />==================================================<br /><br />i always imagine myself to be in situations when m struck very bad ... and somehow rain comes and heals the situation .... i dunno y i feel like this .... but may be cuz i love rains more than anything ....<br /><br />happy new month ... to all the fella bloggers ...<br /></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-71429891132439583082009-09-30T19:38:00.002+05:302009-09-30T20:13:07.572+05:30so much to say ... still cant say ....<div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;">i'm so much in these. .... wt m i talking ???? .... leave it ... let me start over again .....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsNuY-TvaBI/AAAAAAAACUE/a1e47i_i2t8/s1600-h/Confusion_by_thiagolooney.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsNuY-TvaBI/AAAAAAAACUE/a1e47i_i2t8/s320/Confusion_by_thiagolooney.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270954586957842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />fine fine .... this is what m trying to say .... at times i feel so numb and may be like speechless in front of people .... before meeting them i've so much in mind to express... so much to talk to them ... so much to tell them that what i felt of them.. what i feel of them... but right at the neck of the moment when i see them .... that's it damn it ... i forget thiings... or may be i don feel like expressing them.... n pls i dunno wt's this that's happening... or happens with me ... i go black-out ... like some movie scenes..... like some dreams ....<br /><br />even when its something that's good for them .... when i feel like advising them ..... i know that my advises may help them tackle with their situations..... but then again the same problem is that i cant express my views...... it feel so pathetic to be like this .... to be like this ... to be so dumb and speechless ....<br /><br />its not like it happens to a particular girl.... not like the love scenes shown in movies and crap .... but it happens with my very close friends too...<br /><br />friends to whom i can anything... and they wont mind tha... they will take it very lightly ... very jovially .... ad then still i dont tell them what i feel.... and this whole awkwardness is taken a great stride when i'm in a odd mood.... people like i'm ... i feel like kkeeping silent whenever i feel odd and detached from things.... i easily regain ma self when i dont talk to anyone and keep aloof .... it gives me tremendous energy .....<br /><br />but that's not an answer of where i started .... what i'm in now .... the problem is i cant tell people what i feel... cuz the 1st and the foremost thing that comes to my mind is that "may be they 'l feel bad .... " and then i dont talk.. i jus keep shut .... i jus keep numb .... i have nothing to say.... and i feel may be i'll hurt people ... may be people wont understand me ... may be they will make funn of me .... whateva ....<br /><br />and if this thing goes .. i think i wont be able to even tell my love to the girl whom i'll love heartout .. in case i find any .... i always imagine myself to be in talk with my very close friend and i tell them something that i feel by heart .. and then they take it so lightly .. like nothing happened...<br /><br />i dunno what's all this ... may be i may be over all this in a day ... or few years ... or by an hour ... but at this time when m writing .. i feel like this ...<br /><br />fine ... thanks friends for taking all crap from me .... u all are really awesome .....<br /></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-64258243646253328882009-09-28T10:44:00.002+05:302009-09-28T11:01:13.912+05:30another fete..from the bestest i've known....cloud 9<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i should very sincerely apologize to this blogger - rohini prashant for not picking up her award for me and that too being so late and lazy ....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*sorry re*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and yeh as ever as all </span>of <span style="font-style: italic;">m too extremely happy .... i have been awarded in back-2-back from the most awesome bloggers... samad ... and now its <a href="http://unthinkunwind.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-and-awards-in-bloggy-wood.htm">rohini</a> ... who is jus so too goood to miss her posts anytime .... anything she writes i 'll read.....so nice she pens them ....<br /><br />now coming to honour that .. actuall i dont knw the rules like everytime, every other blog ..... cuz even rohini doesnt know that ... :P .. so m clueless too..... in</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> this m including as much ans as many i know who have been with me from the start ... old buddies,,,new ones too... especially vaishu ... whom with i had been chatting like a hell for 3 hrs on her post.... its been a real special applaud ...<br /><br />so this award goes to ....<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsBJ8CQukBI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZjEvD2L5U1k/s1600-h/blog_buddies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsBJ8CQukBI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZjEvD2L5U1k/s320/blog_buddies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386386450083123218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />vaishu - i know u've been awarded by RP .. still i feel i shud honour again<br />guria<br />yeshu<br />Samadrita<br />pankhuri<br />pooja mahimkar<br />iyer paiyan<br />lakshmi<br />solitary writer<br />soul of a woman<br />manju gone blog<br /><br />hey u all above.. i jus love u guys... u all rockk ..........<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-32578894607536548182009-09-27T10:01:00.003+05:302009-09-27T10:19:15.463+05:30strangest thing happens..unexpectedly...but HOW??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sr7uwnxmXqI/AAAAAAAACS8/6JbRpXd51HY/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sr7uwnxmXqI/AAAAAAAACS8/6JbRpXd51HY/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386004723459841698" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>really friends i'm sure this is a very rare and the strangest thing that has ever happened to me since the first day of mt blogging carrieer..... yeah trust me m not lying...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>yesterday night i checked my dashboard at some time around 11.30 pm and there were some 62 unread posts of my followers and that was when i checked in jus after 3 hrs, i.e, i checked them last at 8pm .........that means within span of just 3 hrs my dashboard had 62 unread posts for me....and i think m close to following some 250 blogs...since it is the limit on the no u can follow..... and now when i got up in the morning at 5..as usual i always sit online whenever it is possible for me for some 20 mins and then from 5.30 on i'l sit to study....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>today it wasn't the case...i thought i will start of with the gre word lists ... which m very poor in memorizing....and then thought will come ol ..check the dashboard and then again sit and study.....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>when i signed to my blogger very strangely and to my utmost surprise i found that there isn't even a single new post from any of the followers.... it was extremely eerie for me....it has never happened before....whenever i check in my dashboards , i always find atleast 5-10 new posts to read... but today, there isn't a new post from last night 1 am... this is utterly different that's happening.....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>where are all the best bloggers of the universe???? where r u all... y dint anyone scribble anything from last night.... dont do this..pls...this makes me feel lame...and handicapped ...... such addicted m i to this blogger-o-mania......</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>hey u all friends out there.. c'mon write something.... m getting bugged ...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>that's it.......... bye</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>P.S. - me getting up at 5 isn't strange.. so dont argue... actually it isn't strange now.. might have been a month earlier...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif"></a></div>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-36583394926096173652009-09-25T19:31:00.005+05:302009-09-26T09:31:05.469+05:30so i have been awarded....my first blog award....<span style="font-style: italic;">undoubtedly...m on cloud nine....now i think i can jump from a cliff and go straight diving into the cold waters and then hunt in the wild....like edward cullen.... awesome...m feeling so much on a high...as if m on drugs....<br /><br />and the person who's responsible for this happiness of mine is <a href="http://musingsofamaiden.blogspot.com/">samadrita</a>....isn't it an honour to be awarded by that brilliant writer... OMG ... for once again i cant believe it...<br /><br />thanks...<br /><br />and like all other awards it too comes with some rules set by the distributor...<br /><br />it is known as "</span><b>Samadrita's Special Blog Awards</b><span style="font-style: italic;">"<br /><br /></span><b>1.)You have to display the award in your sidebar mentioning who you got it from with a link to his/her blog....well in this case my link (well wouldn't you say I deserve a li'l gratitude? :D)<br /></b><br /><br /><b>2.)You can keep this award only to yourself or pass this on to more deserving bloggers of your choice.I leave the decision to you.(I'd say pass it on to others...spread the warmth)<br /></b><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">that's ittttttt.......................<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrzQwhPmvQI/AAAAAAAACSs/_tYayOiMPsA/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrzQwhPmvQI/AAAAAAAACSs/_tYayOiMPsA/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385408786404392194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />and now its the perfect time that i can pass it on to the best people whom i'm friends with on through blogging and also friends who re blogging....<br /><br />SG<br />vishnu<br />soin<br />rajesh<br />neha<br />happy-birdie<br />yeshu<br />hot-piece-of-sass<br />kaka &<br />my-poetry<br /><br />Thanks for all of u for making my blogging a sense and specially to the "soin" who took me to blogging desks...thanks a lot....<br /><br />and i hope all of u can give it to many as amny u can...adn let the chain continue..<br /><br />m jus overwhelmed....i cant say anymore....<br /><br /><br /></span>SiMbA tAgOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996noreply@blogger.com18