<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 12:48:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Random thoughts of a confused mind..</title><description>A confused mind it its mindless state often comes up with nothing but Random thoughts...</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-4851899629218569795</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T00:07:10.356-07:00</atom:updated><title>Daily Mornings</title><description>I knew this had to be coming...a new post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a late morning..It never happened to me before...but the window next to my bed is so put up...that as soon as i open my eyes...the sun shines right onto me...and the 9 0 clock sun makes me go Blind and i go Aaarrrgggghhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Ishan Avasthi...when i spend half an hour in the loo...Brushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the clothes into the washing machine...I dont understand the Oh so many Buttons on the Automatic washing machine...My granddad does...He has this systematic 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 and start.Byhearted..So i tell him..Dont want to heat up my sleeping brain so early in the morning....for a washing machine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink my cup of tea or coffee for other 20 Mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late...Rush..Shower...Rush ..Breakfast...Have got the Nutella Hazlenut rich  Choclate spread Can for toasts..Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Rush...Rush...Rush...Office...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-4851899629218569795?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2009/10/daily-mornings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-1486270634959403620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T04:10:27.181-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rumblings!</title><description>After a long long time...wonder if people still read this.. its feels ages and life has taken an unusual proper turn..couldnt get any better,started work, learning many new things,iam finally heading out of obscurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complains.Getting closer to being in family, guilty of not missing friends,should get a cell phone soon...and start talking to all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : September 23 2009..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-1486270634959403620?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2009/09/minglebox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-4761151739461986863</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T23:21:07.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>If..</title><description>If - Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt; theirs and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blaming&lt;/span&gt; it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; yourself when all men &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and not be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt; about, don't deal in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;being hated&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; you can dream -- and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;think -- and not make thoughts your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aim&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twisted&lt;/span&gt; by knaves to make a trap for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fools&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worn-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;winnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;risk&lt;/span&gt; it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;start again&lt;/span&gt; at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loss&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;If you can&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;force&lt;/span&gt; your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; which says to them: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hold on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; neither foes nor&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loving friends&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt; too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unforgiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt; is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-4761151739461986863?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2009/08/if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-4290169075722086175</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T02:42:33.030-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Enemy Without</title><description>I turned the Sunday's paper and found this piece of advice by Paulo Coelho..It is so true...and something i needed for believing everthing(one) is always  good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The enemy without-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the story of a girl who decided to climb a mountain to visit her grandmother. It was pouring with rain, a cold wind was blowing, and thunder rolled at each second.&lt;br /&gt;When she was almost reaching her destination, she felt something brushing against her feet. Looking down, she saw that it was a snake.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m almost dying”, said the snake. “It’s very cold and there’s no food up here on this mountain, please protect me! Put me under your coat, save my life, and I will be your best friend”.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the storm, the girl stopped and began to reflect. She saw the snake’s green and gold skin and told herself that she had never seen anything so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She thought how her classmates would envy her if she showed up with a snake to defend her from everything.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she said:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; “All right. I am going to save you because all living beings deserve care and affection”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake became the girl’s friend, served to scare aggressive people at school, and kept her company on lonely days. Until one night when she was doing her homework and she felt a sharp pain in her right foot.&lt;br /&gt;On looking down, she saw that the snake had bitten her.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re poisonous!” she cried. “I’m going to die!”&lt;br /&gt;The snake said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;“How could you do this to me? I saved your life!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“On that day, when you bent down to save me, you knew I was a snake, didn’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;And he slithered slowly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-4290169075722086175?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2009/04/enemy-without.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-6781813829949878911</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T03:30:26.940-07:00</atom:updated><title>food for soul</title><description>Finally back to my good ol blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days have been just as normal as they could be...no ups nor downs..life just moving on, summers approaching and it brings with it the laziness, that makes us just lie on the couch flippin pages and tuning tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past two months i have into reading and reading few novels..which makes me get into it as does the character..and they being love stories have just left me numb making me read it again and again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been addicted to the twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, and iam so adversely in love with Edward Cullen the vampire in the book, who has been seventeen since 80 years and falls in love with a huamn girl whose smell makes him so thirsty, that it forces him to let go of the goodness he prevailed in him of not killing humans as a vampire.But his love for Bella is more than his painful thirst.The way he loves her and still fights with himself for not killing her is the essence of this book.And Bella, though knows he is a vampire cannot detach from him and yearns him to bite her so that she could live with him as a Vampire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Here are a few excerpts from the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, i'll come with you"&lt;br /&gt;"You cant Bella.Where we'r going.......Its not the right place for you."&lt;br /&gt;"Where you are is the right place for me."&lt;br /&gt;"I,m no good for you bella."&lt;br /&gt;"Dont be ridiculous." I Wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like i was begging. "You're the very best part of my life."&lt;br /&gt;"My world is not for you," he said grimly.&lt;br /&gt;"You promised!, you promised that you would stay "&lt;br /&gt;"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked away into the trees as he spoke agiain. "Of course, ill always love you...in a way.I,m tired of pretending to be something I,m not Bella. Iam not Human."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body went numb.I couldn't feel anything below the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to ask one favour, though if  thats not too much," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Anything," I  vowed, my voice faintly stronger.&lt;br /&gt;"Dont do anything reckless or stupid," He ordered no longer detached."Do you understand what iam saying?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And i ll make you a promise in return. I promise this is the last time you'll see me.I wont come back.I wont put you through anything like this agian.You can go on with your life without any more interference from me.It will be as if i never existed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye Bella" he said in the same quite, peaceful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how could you believe that i didnt love you?After al the thousand times i have told you that i loved you, how could one word break your faith in me? I could see it in your eyes that you believed that i didnt want you anymore.The most absurd ridiculous concept in any way that i could exist without needing you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are impossible", he said. "How can i put this so that you'll believe me?You're not asleep, and you are not dead.I'm here and i love you.I have always loved you,and will always love you.I was thinking of you seeing your face every second i was away. When i told you i didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy."&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be without you Bella, but I will not destroy your soul.&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course… If you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-6781813829949878911?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-2633119414214868944</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T03:14:56.441-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tagged!!</title><description>I got tagged by one of my friend recently, and here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2: Tag 6 people to do this quiz and they cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by, cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by, and must continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you love the most in your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Dude this is unknown territory....i dont have any...but if it would be may be honesty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: (Pehle de mujhe) spend spend spend...roam around the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:I have read abt 1000 definitions till date..but love would be liking a person with all his faults..No matter how much u argue..wanting to be with him at the end of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope!!!!! cant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Being loved for sure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How long should you wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Till u meet some one else :P more richer and more hand some :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is it possible to like someone without loving them?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Duh eh!! stupid question....Yes its possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is it possible to love someone without liking them?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: huh??????? pata nahin...sochne ke liye hin itana complicated hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:I would be in coffee day Concentrating just on my Choclate fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Should i say...look out for shooters :P , i would flush him off my life:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How would you see yourself in ten years’ time?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Hmmmm..... working...Big house.....Nice car :P....Two cars :P ...married...ab uske baad thats family planning :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What’s your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Losing my close ones, Lizards, Spiders...ekkkk!!!, LAB EXAMS!!!( have one tomorrow :( ..,God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Ans.The bartender Bhai.....hahahah...A crazy bollywood psycho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Depends on the person...if he is some dhakkan....better single and rich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Search for my brush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Depends...whats ALL btw????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, whom would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: The one loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Would forgive and forget..but things would have surely changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: For sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag all the people reading this...pick any 5 questions and reply :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-2633119414214868944?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-tagged-by-one-of-my-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-5530980893637605522</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T22:04:07.112-07:00</atom:updated><title>'Fingers crossed'</title><description>Right now aim at an internet cafe....my seminar books which i have to submit today....is still on the way...i dunno why i have this habit of leaving up things till the last moment....this is landing me in deep troubles...for instance i haven't submitted my report yet....my friends have done it a month back already....yesterday one of an other lazy guy like me was literally kicked out of my Hod's room...this had kinda brought me back to my senses that i have to print them yet...i may get them in hour now...( hopefully!!!) and aim mentally preparing excuses in my mind to convince my Hod....he was good to me last time...Hope he would be this time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam such an idiot..iam actually feeling it like a challenge to tackle this problem...lets see what future has in store for me after an hour :( and may be this day i ll always remember too...iam still waiting for the guy to turn up...good they have internet here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks have just passed on in me thinking whats happening actually...I have to get through my cat...and i have to make more serious efforts..i have this in mind till i compare the percentages of savings of rohan and mohan in the first two questions of DI and then iam done... dont have enough patience on how much they spent on watching movies and raising kids!!!! i switch to comprehension passages.......(The   political and social views of the medevial society@#*%^.....whats the time????) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think now its high time to seriously study hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys still not come.....i hope i submit today...or else aim planning to get admitted in hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister came home yesterday....things at home are just like they were a year back...i love these times....she got me a booklet of all the universities in US...gave it to me and said PLAN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are my reports!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!!! one of my classmate came to collect her record as well( I wasn't the last one :)..)and she said he is signing it out today.yeahhhhhhhh...but yet i will still have interesting things to hear from him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last  incidents with him are unforgettable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was goin to college one day and he always takes a bus to coll and so he was at the bus stop...and me was like all hifi with gogs and all taking my bike....and fate....because of the traffic i had to come up and stand next to him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked i said 'Good Morning'&lt;br /&gt;he smiled and said good morning....&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what was into me i said 'Sir please come i will take you...'&lt;br /&gt;He went 'No problem, you carry on...'&lt;br /&gt;'No sir...its alright please come'&lt;br /&gt;He went' No No...You please carry on...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left loling thinking how it would have been if he would have accepted...Actually i felt good that i asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasnt turned up yet...i will carry on Orkutting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( To be continued :P .... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-5530980893637605522?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/09/fingers-crossed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-3137139048197618924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T23:54:04.759-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just the good times!!!!!!!</title><description>Phew!!!!!! life has been the most memorable as well as hectic from the past two months.....Finally the big day of my sis wedding is over,it all went off like a good dream, it will take few more days for me to miss her,more than her i will miss my jiju..he specially got me chocolates the day he was leaving,though i put up lots of salt in his drinking water :P....And after a long time i met all my cousins...all of us are grown up now,it was strange i was playing with my neice as well.....there was just a festive mood at home for many days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt boxing from my big bro..we did what we call 'kutta phiring' the whole of bangalore, i tried to make him learn a new hindi song.My favourite 'Agar main kahon', but he was pathetic on it....he thought he would be able to woo the indian girls back home...cause he said they were, when he sang just the two lines of 'Ai kya bolti tu'...had loads of chocolate fantasy from coffee day...and sugarcane juice from caneola....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two year old neice is the cutest..she goes 'The silly cow is standing on the road' whenever she sees a cow from the car.....We all went for dinner at an italian restro....tried the many salds whose name i dont even remember...loved the usual pasta and pizzas, had lovely deserts...heres something of what i had :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfXNYGhooYQ/SMInaR0cZjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yAcc_XnDKJY/s1600-h/bday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfXNYGhooYQ/SMInaR0cZjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yAcc_XnDKJY/s320/bday+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242796248626128434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved the coffee jelly....never had it before....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-3137139048197618924?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-good-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfXNYGhooYQ/SMInaR0cZjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yAcc_XnDKJY/s72-c/bday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-2533272874038850527</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T00:43:14.835-07:00</atom:updated><title>Actually dont have any!!</title><description>I know its been a helluva lot of time i looked up to write....it was may be cause i wasn't connecting myself to my blog,but suddenly i felt this desire to write or pent out few things goin on in my mind since yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i should be thankful for the fact that there in a computer at my home and i don't have to visit the lame Internet centers daily for my work....but last evening i had to cause i needed some print outs for my project thingy....the net center i went was a recommended one, and so i preferred it as i thought i would not have to close my eyes and go f!c# at the pop ups as soon as i start my comp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 20 systems i got there it should have been this one damn slow system getting stuck up at every single moment........i had to say the guy to change me to an other system, and why the heck i don't know i was given this system..... as i entered right in front of me behind a half barrier where a young in love couple holding hands....and i was like winking to myself thinking i would get to hear lots of stuff and lol behind.....and i was kinda busy with my project thingy as well.....i was like chalo young in love,we should understand as we belong to the same youngistan so i ignored their mushy talks.......i dunno if they knew that i could see them a bit or not cause what i saw later.........made me go FUCK....FUCK, FUCK FUCK AND FUCK!!!!!!!!and practically saying i was shit scared as well, this i dunno why, this was the first time i felt some complex feeling of being disgusted, Fuc*ingly angry and scared....I just pushed my keyboard and just went away........Is this what they call being in love.......I just felt like saying these despos to shoo off.And they were good enggenierng students too... i dunno what the girl has said at home,Pls for God sake should have not been said Project report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing just goin on in my mind, if that guy ever loved her would he act or behave in that way with his girl in a public place.....it was Yuck.I dunno about the various facts like desire,passion which make people less human, u can do what the heck u want but in your four walls of your room.... for god sake not in an Internet cafe, or was this their idea of "cheap" pleasure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-2533272874038850527?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-its-been-helluva-lot-of-time-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-2492772893893520063</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T22:38:19.467-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pehla nasha pehla khumar</title><description>Par na koi pyar no koi intezaar:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long long time i have seen my blog..thanks to a friend of mine who reminded me of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's stagnant right now, no excitement, no thrill, nothing, nothing and nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the movie U me aur hum...even that was slow, with just the fact added that now everytime i forget something iam thinking its the starting stage of alzeimer's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are turning up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hot like hell...i run home every afty to wash my face and sit infront of the ac..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to and have to start studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kehdu main kya apna haal  e dile bekaraar tu hin bata ( is that right...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-2492772893893520063?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/04/pehla-nasha-pehla-khumar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-556610083859480645</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 11:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T03:13:55.680-08:00</atom:updated><title>Need a break!!!!!!!!!!! so</title><description>I have really laughed out loud after a long time...I hope i get to try this out in any of my exams....need guts though,...Gawd iam still laughing....check it out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBWjXPaZuqg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBWjXPaZuqg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-556610083859480645?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-really-laughed-out-loud-after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-4501663064325241390</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T03:20:15.207-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Once agian we met</category><title>An other random night...</title><description>Fiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm wind rushed into my room waking up a numb me, the curtains ruffeled as though to reach me,sleep had just drifted pass by, as i soon found myself up with numb awakeness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radium hands of the mickey clock beside showed its just twenty past one,an other day i thought but sleep had now become a distant dream, i closed the open book of sidney sheldon, untangled the wires of my ipod.. which wasnt charged up enough to let me have an other romantic night..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I placed them on my mantel,where smilingly stood a baby me in ornmented frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times change........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and walked past my bed and opened the door of my balcony which for me kind of leads to sky.Moonlight swept across me leaving a dark shadow of me behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets looked haunted but still had an aura of warmth as people slept in their homes..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps dreaming of Money or love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the immense sky spread above me with tiny sparkles, which for me were stars but just large masses of rocks for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.. two... three... i soon lost count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The velvet dark sky with the bightest moon and million starts were just mysteriously awake as if waiting to unfold a secret untold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight shiver ran through me, as my hands prickled...the wind wasnt just calm after all..I folded my arms as i drew a black pashmina shawl around me, but it would have been much more warmer if it were to be you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was slowly tuning in to your thoughts,giving me just an other sleepless night, as i stood waiting as if you would turn up any moment now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word after word, thought after thought crept in my mind, compelling me to find a way to run out of the emancipated world, holding your hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we live on the moon then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled on my own thought,as the moon looked as if it understood my upmost desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg cramped as the wind grew ruthlessly rude now.I stepped in my room whose warmth lulled my sleep to come and if at all Lady macbeth came on her tiny charriot  to meet me tonight may be we would meet again...Just in an other land...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-4501663064325241390?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/02/other-random-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-6852621894762589920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T23:16:06.193-08:00</atom:updated><title>Start of a year note!!!</title><description>An other year, it did start wid an intresting note though,this time we had the most fab getto at blore, and things are pretty much the same as the las year...&lt;br /&gt;There is one intresting thing that i often start doin at the start of the year, which fortunately ends up within nex few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i have  come up wid some agian, and actually few of then are still working!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stay in touch wid my friends, thats the least i can do for all those who've had my back,wiped my snot and held my hair while i threw up.&lt;br /&gt;No, ORKUT  does not count..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not obsess over the small things.Did i get the answer right in the las exam, or will my score add up to an average?? well, i'll find out when i get my marks.There's nothing i can do about it, so&lt;br /&gt; LET GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not look at a magazine and wish was as goegeous as that, because for all that, we need to be good at photoshop and take few remotely flatering pics.....really!!!&lt;br /&gt;BELIVE IN THIS CONCEPT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Make decisions and stick to them...hmmm should i or should i not????&lt;br /&gt;Stick to them i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Study really well for the exams, understand the concepts,&lt;br /&gt;STAY AWAY FROM ALL IN ONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spend time wid family, be good to sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clean up my cupboard, once in a while, atleast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And this for all us girls there, dont be jellous of boyfriend's ex or his so called best friend, though how had she laughs on his jokes which u always find silly,He is there wid you for a reason...........Gotcha!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spend some time for myself, and do only what i feel is right,rather than asking friends and family for decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eat properly, no skipping breakfast  for being present at the first class, though jus 10 mins are left for the class to  finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And atlast write things in this blog........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-6852621894762589920?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-of-year-note.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-6470400897678445479</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T22:50:49.710-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Prayer.............</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me the strenght to bear the things i cant change,&lt;br /&gt;          and&lt;br /&gt;Courage to change the things i can,&lt;br /&gt;          and&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom to know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-6470400897678445479?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-3865458598626099732</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-27T02:45:58.742-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yeah!!!!</title><description>This is how i have dreamed my that my proposal would be ;) he would go for a sure yes..but must look like enrique too;)  ( kind of guesses to the lucky one!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iUeNERy1LU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iUeNERy1LU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-3865458598626099732?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-how-i-have-dreamed-my-that-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-4392674822188854865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-25T03:52:39.023-07:00</atom:updated><title>Your Laughter</title><description>A poem by Pablo Neruda-&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take bread away from me, if you wish,&lt;br /&gt;take air away, but&lt;br /&gt;do not take from me your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take away the rose,&lt;br /&gt;the lance flower that you pluck,&lt;br /&gt;the water that suddenly&lt;br /&gt;bursts forth in joy,&lt;br /&gt;the sudden wave&lt;br /&gt;of silver born in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggle is harsh and I come back&lt;br /&gt;with eyes tired&lt;br /&gt;at times from having seen&lt;br /&gt;the unchanging earth,&lt;br /&gt;but when your laughter enters&lt;br /&gt;it rises to the sky seeking me&lt;br /&gt;and it opens for me all&lt;br /&gt;the doors of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, in the darkest&lt;br /&gt;hour your laughter&lt;br /&gt;opens, and if suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you see my blood staining&lt;br /&gt;the stones of the street,&lt;br /&gt;laugh, because your laughter&lt;br /&gt;will be for my hands&lt;br /&gt;like a fresh sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the sea in the autumn,&lt;br /&gt;your laughter must raise&lt;br /&gt;its foamy cascade,&lt;br /&gt;and in the spring, love,&lt;br /&gt;I want your laughter like&lt;br /&gt;the flower I was waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;the blue flower, the rose&lt;br /&gt;of my echoing country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at the night,&lt;br /&gt;at the day, at the moon,&lt;br /&gt;laugh at the twisted&lt;br /&gt;streets of the island,&lt;br /&gt;laugh at this clumsy&lt;br /&gt;boy who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;but when I open&lt;br /&gt;my eyes and close them,&lt;br /&gt;when my steps go,&lt;br /&gt;when my steps return,&lt;br /&gt;deny me bread, air,&lt;br /&gt;light, spring,&lt;br /&gt;but never your laughter&lt;br /&gt;for I would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-4392674822188854865?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-laughter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-5447540557161246336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-25T03:21:53.890-07:00</atom:updated><title>I did....</title><description>I saw. I heard. I learnt. I fell. I rose. I admired. I respected. I grew. I gave. I took. I read. I wrote. I tore. I laughed. I made. I broke. I danced. I sang. I hymmed. I promised. I trusted. I forgot. I lied. I thought. I loved. I broke. I hugged. I smiled. I wept. I forgave. I cried. I won. I failed. I lost. I found. I screamed. I pleaded. I ignored. I thanked. I appologised. I dreamt. I slept. I woke. I felt. I whispered. I prayed. I searched. I touched. I pitied. I yearned. I knew. I impressed. I painted. I praised. I asked. I explored. I expressed. I judged. I justified. I went. I came . I lent. I borrowed. I hated. I wished. I wondered. I earned. I fought. I aimed. I goaled. I reached. I agreed. I listened. I expected. I ran. I meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with every word, i lived....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-5447540557161246336?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-did.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-7427388316621601770</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 10:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-01T03:12:27.374-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nostalgic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><description>It was so nice to be a kid...we didnt have to worry about anything except will my friend next to me return my eraser or not...or will i get more stars for my homework than him!!!!i still remember those days and asusual today i was goin throuh youtube and some of my loveliest childhood memories came back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this what i had found!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSj3TmhSI5s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSj3TmhSI5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I still remeber how much i loved this when i was a kid...i must have been a little LKG goin kid waking up every sunday with this tune and song...It used to start as soon as i would wake up and i used to sit right close to the tv with my brush in my mouth....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song still takes me to those days!!!!!!nostalgic!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-7427388316621601770?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-so-nice-to-be-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-287562360157386658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 10:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T04:40:12.213-07:00</atom:updated><title>Anu malik....</title><description>Ya itne dinon se mera blog decay ho raha tha...but aaj waqt mila...ya lifes goin on good...leart a thing from it after bein kicked and kicked and kicked...That jitne bhi kicks khao kum hote hain...dint get it na leave it...kicks khate raho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomm is independence day and i so hate not goin to coll on this day..This is one thing i love of school where we use to sing sare jahan se accha hindustan hamara in a byheart tune everyday and the pledge..i still remember not saying the line 'all indians are my brothers' arey sare indian bhai no way!!!!... though how many people hate anu malik i love him for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India o india kya kehna tera..&lt;br /&gt;Iam so lucky ke tu hain mera..&lt;br /&gt;Agar marjayenge janam phir se lenge..&lt;br /&gt;india o tujme hin, tujhe na chodenge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup i love bein an indian..there are so many things that we cant have any where else in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khan woh pani puri on the roads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the train journeys...every little station whose names sometimes are hard to pronounce..but still a part of the country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love the id and diwali and holi here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though people hate the tv soaps and news channels..i love the way the hype is created..'Aur ek sansini...baccha phir se kue mein gir gayan'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahan sharukh, salman aur black mein kharidi hui tickets...aur dios like 'bhag dhanno bhag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never have such streets, places and traffic any where...i know abt the traffic but i love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the indial idol...yeh bhi to sirf yahin hain.....I love Emon hope he wins it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And endless such things which makes this place so close to heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pata nahin that if i will be able to do anything for the country...par i think last but not the least even if i go anywhere A.R.Rehman will pull me back here...sach hian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitte ki woh khusboo tu kaise bhulayenga...&lt;br /&gt;tu chahe kahin jayen, tu laut ke ayega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khoye khoye dil se mere koi to yeh kahega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo Des hain mera, swades hain mera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur things are all the same at home..Yup  theres a french connection at home now..my family so belives in borderless world!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how long i stay from my blog again and phir se exams  turning up..have to buy the textbooks now...sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant lecture phado like the speeches on indep day like' WE ARE STILL DEVELOPNG WE HAVE TO WORK FOR THE NATION' but atleast i think i can watch range de basanti and say all to be PROUD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dont ask why anu malik...blog mein koi aur word hasne layak tha nahin...eekks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-287562360157386658?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/08/anu-malik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-2769820440273803262</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T05:45:18.181-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tere bin</title><description>I had desperately been wanting the lyrics of Tere Bin by Rabbi Shergill .After Bulla ki jana, this is another beautiful song by Rabbi, written by himself.&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi You Rock!I jus love it...the most romantic song ever!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;So here go the Lyrics with The Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;sanu sohnia / my love&lt;br /&gt;koi hor nahio labhna / i shan't find another&lt;br /&gt;jo dave / who'll give&lt;br /&gt;ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul&lt;br /&gt;chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me&lt;br /&gt;ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all&lt;br /&gt;amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysiana&lt;br /&gt;kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference &lt;br /&gt;har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition&lt;br /&gt;koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time&lt;br /&gt;koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face&lt;br /&gt;koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity&lt;br /&gt;na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;hor na kise / no one else&lt;br /&gt;mangni merian bala / wanted my demons&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;hor na kise / no one else&lt;br /&gt;karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun&lt;br /&gt;jiven rukia / (the) way you paused &lt;br /&gt;si tun zara / slightly&lt;br /&gt;nahion bhulna / i shan't forget&lt;br /&gt;main sari umar / all my life&lt;br /&gt;jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away&lt;br /&gt;"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"&lt;br /&gt;hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh&lt;br /&gt;(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't&lt;br /&gt;dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart&lt;br /&gt;mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;sanu eh raz / none shall tell this&lt;br /&gt;kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;peerh da ilaaj / what druid&lt;br /&gt;kis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my ills&lt;br /&gt;milia si ajj mainu / i found today&lt;br /&gt;tera ik patra / a note of yours&lt;br /&gt;likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled&lt;br /&gt;tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet&lt;br /&gt;park ke si osnu / upon reading which&lt;br /&gt;hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell&lt;br /&gt;akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eye&lt;br /&gt;seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today&lt;br /&gt;ki tere bin / that other than you&lt;br /&gt;eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine&lt;br /&gt;kise hor / won't be kissed by&lt;br /&gt;nahio chumna / none else&lt;br /&gt;ki tere bin / that other than you&lt;br /&gt;eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine&lt;br /&gt;mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-2769820440273803262?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/07/tere-bin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-1267917962361796245</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-23T02:37:24.722-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dine at mine.....</title><description>How do i start...this is always a big prob,i dont get good bollywood ishtyle startings anyways as iam back it feels good and the days spent were the best yet,it was nice spending time with cousins and grandparents..and yeah i have learnt a lot of things firstly to make good tea as i didnt have my dadmade tea back there and as no one drinks tea there( can you wonder people not having their morning cup of tea!!!) and one afty i was next to my nani who was making chiken whatever in the kitchen, i thought i would jus help her;)for which she said yes and regretted later, but really its so easy to cook stuff in the kitchen she did noting jus put all the things one after the other and it all cooked up it self..i went nani this is easy than EMTL...as she was goin sigh!!!!!!yeah so if at all iam marooned in an island and if by Gods grace all the things apper neatly in front of me and if  there is no other living being who can put them all together and cook i think i can cook:)what say..right from  shahi paneer to kheer and i can end up with my  own brand of restro!!!!!!!;)&lt;br /&gt;       The weather is all good from las two days as the monsoons are in and you can find me singing in neighbours wondering pitch at home and i dont know why this song is playing in my mind right from yesterday "Mere piya gaye rangoon wahan se kiya hain telephone tumhari yaad satati haih jiye ko bada rulati hain...." and the news at home is my sister who has taken science is pestering me the same old physics material which i felt like dumping in the well four years back...yesterday she had to prepare for her weekend exams and as she found me doin nothing told me to teach her the parellogram law...we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hey kya yeh important hain, itna bada hain, if i right half of it how many marks will i get( as if i was the 11th board invi in my pichla janam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mujhe kya maloom....haan thats very important damm sure tommorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: toh tell me na yeh kaise aya i cant understand the derivation(me goin sigh!!!why did i tell her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Taking the text and reading substitute equation 4 and 3 in one....and goin arey kuch nahin  four aur three ko one mein substite kar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: english mujhe bhi ati hain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:taking back the text and trying to understand the substitution which i must have mugged up way back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: tu book wapas karde, i have exam tomm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: finally!!!!!!!! sigh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you guys know  few bahanes or have read a book or if even you have seen such book some where on How to talo such situations pleaaase temme.......&lt;br /&gt; signing off till then............see ya.... and hows the new name i have come up wid for my restro!!!!(see the title dhakan!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-1267917962361796245?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-do-i-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-2493556932116927938</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T07:56:47.384-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bangalore callin!!!!!</title><description>Hiya!!!Exams are ending..one more to go...they went kinda okok...and yeah iam laving for bangalore as soon as they end up...I jus love this place...the coolest place on earth...the crowd and climate simply superb....the las time i was there it was chrismas time..i tell you it was lovely...so all the fun again and i was waiting for this from so long...nothing more to blog actually...hope there will be lots to after coming back...or may be if get my hands on a keyboard in banglore..so hope to see you soon with lotzzzzz of spicy newzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZYADA MAT KHAO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET UP ONLY ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF BED(nahin to bap re likne ke liye bhi darr lagraha hain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEEZ.... STOP DOIN WHAT YOU ARE DOIN RIGHT NOW.....GAWD DISGUISTING...(Thank me for i didnt write what u are upto;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIYO HASON MUSKURAO...KYA PATA  KAL HO NA HO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MAY AND JUNE.........SEE YA.....(muaah muuah!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-2493556932116927938?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/05/bangalore-callin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-143947194237735075</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T00:48:17.992-07:00</atom:updated><title>Know about me....(Scroll on  the icons!!)</title><description>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#590319" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#590319&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;c1=You cant have an other you..God is the greatst artist..&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7B14E298.jpeg&amp;c2=Music me and none..&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=What better than getting what ever you want..&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;c4=Freedom to know that you are in the right hands....&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;c5=Iam what iam, why change...&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=Love???&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-50C95EAC.jpeg&amp;c7=I hate people doin it....&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-54780884.jpeg&amp;c8=The most cosiest place on earth&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=I jus love the sea...&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_79AFF11D.jpeg&amp;c10=being free..&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-180A018F.jpeg&amp;c11=To know the world...&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=it goes wid all&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=Close to nature&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=243697-6e0e&amp;srv=iwebcl5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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through the many cards at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Archies&lt;/span&gt; gallery,City center, to send a token of love for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouquets&lt;/span&gt; of love daily,and what better than a card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; says it all, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Archies&lt;/span&gt; surely knows what you want to speak.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he like this one,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;naah&lt;/span&gt; the other one is better ,this ones good,he'll love it.I turned every card there to given to a fiancee and as i put them back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restlessly&lt;/span&gt; at their place, i saw him.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a second to actually feel that he was standing right in front of me, looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deos&lt;/span&gt;.Just hope he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see me.Gawd i cant face him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;,not those eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;.Do i stand here and fumble at the cards or buy and leave as soon as possible...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naah&lt;/span&gt;, i think he's finished, he would be at the counter any moment.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;carelessly&lt;/span&gt; took an other card,"To my fiancee..."as i looked at him. He looked as handsome as ever as he stood there waiting for the bill and slowly the past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; reeling in front of my eyes as though yesterday,those college days,those nights which i spent thinking about him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he just look at me,ya he did.He's coming here, i better move away and as i pretended to read the cards i heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;riya&lt;/span&gt;,how are you,after a very long time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya ....huh....umm..How are you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have that gazed look on my face now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, you have changed a lot, you looked a lot different in college"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that my heartbeat was going faster....Just if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; look into my eyes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!!! good news then what does he do", he said as he looked at the cards in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's in US and what about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey can we go in for a coffee, long time we met huh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; i say that i gotta go, why do i have to go dumb as always whenever i see him.He took my silence as yes as we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Barista&lt;/span&gt; on the third floor......The coffee shop was full as always but we found a cosy table in the corner for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coffee...Ya two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cappachino&lt;/span&gt; please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him again as he ordered.why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; he ever understand my feelings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; he see it in my eyes and why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; he understand my silence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what are you doing lately, US and all rich life then huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my senses, was he just my imagination.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya we got engaged three months back,getting married in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!!!all set then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have got a job in M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;umbai&lt;/span&gt;, work keeps me moving from one city to other.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to ask if he got married as the coffee arrived...naah....do i care anymore, so i went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see much of you after college..those days were so much fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya i miss them too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ranting&lt;/span&gt; about our college days i started wondering, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; i ever tell him, would we have been together now if i had done, did he ever have those feeling which i had for him.....and do i still feel for him.....huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt;, where are you, i just asked hows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Netan&lt;/span&gt;.You know i always thought that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; had something going on....gawd those days were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;blissful&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; talking all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; his work and work and more work....why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; i feeling guilty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; engaged, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;iam not&lt;/span&gt; supposed to think of him anymore....Could there still be any chance of us being together,does he feel for me in any way...Do i have the right to hope......Do i ask him now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There we go, coffee's finished and time to leave too...Nice meeting you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;naah&lt;/span&gt; i pay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; now, i looked at him as he removed his wallet to pay and suddenly my eyes met a pic in it....Gawd she was gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girlfriend..huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Naah&lt;/span&gt;, my love..my wife..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a feverish smile more to myself than to him.This is life and we move on with it i said to myself as we moved out of B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;arista&lt;/span&gt;, we exchanged numbers and happy take cares as we took the opposite paths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled as i saw him go, and somewhere laughed at my self for thinking silly,was it to hide the pain for it did hurt somewhere.....I moved into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Archies&lt;/span&gt; again and this time to send him a card heartfelt and not something randomly picked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My life has changed the day you step in, and for all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; days and nights that we are going to spend together...With lots of love to my sweetheart, my fiancee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-6015957137493870060?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-we-met.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34896298.post-7721650930470497851</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T02:27:56.947-07:00</atom:updated><title>subeh hogayi mamu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><description>Today:&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mobile&lt;/span&gt; beeps,and i wake up wondering where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; i, had a weired dream of missing my tenth standard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hall ticket&lt;/span&gt; exam and woke up searching for it....switched off the mobile and went back to sleep again.....was just hoping for some good dreams.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30am: Sister wakes up asking,"exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nahin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt;",and me waking up again with stupid expressions saying"Exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt;,whats with you",suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EMTL&lt;/span&gt; prof came into mind and after that nap was a distant dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 am: Land line rings...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tring&lt;/span&gt; and i wonder whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;callin&lt;/span&gt; so early and run to pick up phone and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!what the hell...it was for my little sis who i later came to know was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; classes in the morning with her friend.......she then hurries up fighting for the toothpaste and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; bathroom....as i take an other nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;EMTL&lt;/span&gt; notes is turned and turned and turned as i mug for the next three hours......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am:Have a quick shower and my breakfast,after all man is a social animal..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am: At coll writing the exam while singing "Hey you, hey you I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like your girlfriend",Crap why did i have to listen to this song for nearly 10 times yesterday....."Whats the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Maxwell's&lt;/span&gt; equation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"........"hey you, hey you, you can get a better one"...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am:Came out from the exam hall............. Sigh!!!!!!!!!What a hard work.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm:By the way  whats pm????????? at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jumped&lt;/span&gt; on the keyboard and saw the scraps and shifted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;........Its such a nice creation.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm: had my grub and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; on comp typing this irrelevant nonsense...........&lt;br /&gt;This is how life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;goessssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34896298-7721650930470497851?l=dilseinstant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dilseinstant.blogspot.com/2007/04/subeh-hogayi-mamu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nazia..........)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>