<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:25.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ws wonderin'...</title><subtitle type='html'>MeThinks but cant conclude...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-115186121892048287</id><published>2006-07-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:46.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Smoking/Drinking and Cursing.</title><content type='html'>These are the most common not-so-bad habits in the present world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how when u do certain things again and again they dont remain as bad as the very first time&lt;br /&gt;Are they bad or are they not... i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Let me present my views on these ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smoking:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drinking:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cursing:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mind your language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...gettin updated yet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-115186121892048287?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/115186121892048287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=115186121892048287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/115186121892048287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/115186121892048287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-smokingdrinking-and-cursing.html' title='Of Smoking/Drinking and Cursing.'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114966426677823334</id><published>2006-06-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:45.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the hue and cry about 'Reservations':</title><content type='html'>'If u dont deserve, get reserved'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(frankly, i didn actually 'wonder' bout this topic. Wht made me include it here is the number of mails i got frm different ppl i kno bout why reservation r bad n all)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(comin' soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114966426677823334?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114966426677823334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114966426677823334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114966426677823334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114966426677823334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-hue-and-cry-about-reservations.html' title='All the hue and cry about &apos;Reservations&apos;:'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114908595110678578</id><published>2006-05-31T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:45.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the boss...</title><content type='html'>.. aint a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(comin' soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114908595110678578?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114908595110678578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114908595110678578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114908595110678578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114908595110678578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-boss.html' title='Being the boss...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114848210770369020</id><published>2006-05-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladki kyun, na jaane kyun...</title><content type='html'>... ladkon si nahi hoti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1291 weeks, 9050 days, 216,960 hours, 13,017,600 minutes, 781,056,000 seconds since i arrived on this planet n gals r still a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'?' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chk these i got in my mail:&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://img17.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=47571_image001_425lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imagevenue.com/loc425/th_47571_image001_425lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img15.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=47592_image002_505lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="139" src="http://img15.imagevenue.com/loc505/th_47592_image002_505lo.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How a BOY withdraws cash from ATM:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Parks the car&lt;br /&gt;2) Goes to ATM&lt;br /&gt;3) Inserts card&lt;br /&gt;4) Enters PIN&lt;br /&gt;5) Takes money&lt;br /&gt;6) Drives away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How a GIRL withdraws cash from ATM:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1) Parks the car&lt;br /&gt;2) Checks makeup&lt;br /&gt;3) Turns off engine /put handbrake&lt;br /&gt;4) Check makeup&lt;br /&gt;5) Goes to ATM&lt;br /&gt;6) Hunts for ATM card in the purse.&lt;br /&gt;7) Inserts card&lt;br /&gt;8) Hits Cancel&lt;br /&gt;9) Hunts in purse for chit with PIN written on it.&lt;br /&gt;10) Inserts card&lt;br /&gt;11) Enters PIN&lt;br /&gt;12) Takes cash&lt;br /&gt;13) Goes to car&lt;br /&gt;14) Checks makeup&lt;br /&gt;15) Starts car&lt;br /&gt;16) Stops car&lt;br /&gt;17) Runs back to ATM&lt;br /&gt;18) Takes ATM card back&lt;br /&gt;19) Back to car&lt;br /&gt;20) Checks makeup&lt;br /&gt;21) Starts car&lt;br /&gt;22) Checks makeup&lt;br /&gt;23) Drives for 3/4 mile&lt;br /&gt;24) Releases hand brake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my friend: There are only 2 kinds of gals : good and very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From RHTDM: whenever a guy would be able to understand even a single woman, the world would turn heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114848210770369020?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114848210770369020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114848210770369020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114848210770369020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114848210770369020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/05/ladki-kyun-na-jaane-kyun.html' title='Ladki kyun, na jaane kyun...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114734909178453429</id><published>2006-05-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:45.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'pectations: the make/break of a relationship</title><content type='html'>(lemme start poetically for a change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of what we live goes on inside–&lt;br /&gt;The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches&lt;br /&gt;Of unacknowledged love are no less real&lt;br /&gt;For having passed unsaid.What we conceal&lt;br /&gt;Is always more than what we dare confide.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the letters that we write our dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thts '&lt;a href="http://www.danagioia.net/poems/unsaid.htm"&gt;Unsaid&lt;/a&gt;' frm from &lt;em&gt;Interrogations at Noon&lt;/em&gt; by Dana Gioia.&lt;br /&gt;(n thnx Rutu for referrin it to me. I like it whn u do it n lemme tell u - ur contributions r always considerable. Thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(keep comin' bak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114734909178453429?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114734909178453429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114734909178453429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114734909178453429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114734909178453429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/05/xpectations-makebreak-of-relationship.html' title='X&apos;pectations: the make/break of a relationship'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114734192167163829</id><published>2006-05-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:45.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities - gotta decide/follow these to live gud...</title><content type='html'>Lemme start with one of thos gud fwded stories for a change here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rocks, Pebbles and Sand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks - rocks about 2" in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, and your children-anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be devastated. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and your time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal."&lt;br /&gt;"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yet to be updated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114734192167163829?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114734192167163829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114734192167163829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114734192167163829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114734192167163829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/05/priorities-gotta-decidefollow-these-to.html' title='Priorities - gotta decide/follow these to live gud...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114585335049449475</id><published>2006-04-23T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakups- all bout ém:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Disclaimer: U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; gotta b in a certain kinda mood to go thru this. Wht i mean is - i really dnt wnt anyone complainin its depressin/euphematic n all)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since i like to proceed logically, ) Lets start with love first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(l-uv)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; has been the most fullfillin depiction@ love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht i thnk is : Love is (like) bull-shit - its all a waste unless spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw braggin bout love is so stereotype, n unlike me as well. Love has been so misused as a word that i almost feel afraid of saying 'I love you'. For first, I love you is a biig commitment. And then I'd rather show it off in my own special ways then telling that i love you. I almost feel like &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/shelley_percy/671/"&gt;P B Shelley&lt;/a&gt; whn it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word is too often profaned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me to profane it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One feeling too falsely disdained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For thee to disdain it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One hope is too like despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For prudence to smother;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And pity from thee more dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(xcerpted frm &lt;em&gt;To- &lt;/em&gt;by Percy Bysshe Shelley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bt i thnk breakups n love go hand-in hand. Breakups, i've been told, are a totally unnessesary by-product of this thng called love ; As &lt;a href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/to_believe_in_love-to_be_ready_to_give_up/154344.html"&gt;Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/a&gt; puts it “To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then they r there.&lt;br /&gt;(hence i chose breakups as the topic here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And ironcally enuf, breakups r the mor in thing these days. Altho nt among the mor talked about publicly ones.&lt;br /&gt;But off-late we hav mor people expressin bout it more openly.&lt;br /&gt;(At the risk of makin one of my competitor popular, js kdin there, )Chk out chetan bhagat havin his main character in one night @ the call center goin thru a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hit it straight on the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=breakup"&gt;breakup&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Br&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;-u&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;The discontinuance of a relationship, as a marriage, courtship or a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/advice/breakup/breakup.jpg"&gt;Pictorially&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.russianlink.com/images/breakup.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is wht it cud mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my anonymous acquaintances says whn in love you might try to change the person as u wnt to behave and beleive, as an object, n thts not tru love. In tru love u accept the person as him/her. Like, whn u dont wnt to sacrifice with other person and u give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For no particular reason,) I beleive that every single soul on this terrestrial sphere wud hav gone thru a breakup once or atleast felt the insecurity that cud arise on the occurence of one.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone know its nt a favourable thing to happen. In fact callin it &lt;a href="http://ourworld.cs.com/SxcLisa6/breakup.jpg"&gt;unfavourable&lt;/a&gt; is such an understatement. A breakup is wht u cud wish for ur worst enemies, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once u actually go thru it u kinda realise u've been closing ur eyes till now. Wht mor u even pray/wish/beg/wnt to go bak to the same blind world as u've been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great learning experience - you mature overnight; bt then who wnts to grow up anyways- one would rather stay immature! . &lt;em&gt;(This is my frend adi's tak on it)&lt;/em&gt; One would start talking philosophically and all once he/she hs been thru it. (wonder if theres one of the uncertain reasons for this tiny winy blog thing of mind ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Out of nowhere the equation of ur value system gets disturbed(mostly for no fault of urs).&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable and cherishd experinces turn into painful memories, though they js be themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hw/@ wht stage its done also decides its the acuteness of it. fallin of frm the first floor wud hurt and fallin off frm Mt everest may nt,bt its evn worse right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it the cause-effects way: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAUSES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Premature falling in love/immaturity - you dont wanna belive ever that you did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Status(social/financial/caste etc), parents, relatives etc. - These dont/shoudn't matter much in todays age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Natural phenomena - Losing a loved one completely - absolutely tragic.(sometimes i wonder which one is worse having her/him alive and missing or otherwise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Sudden/Miscellaneous - well these rarely happen in general. They happen not suddenly. They are there all the time, But love-blind that one becomes while its all happening, you dont wanna beleive/bother that there is something like that happening. Untill u actually realize that not only was it happening but also it became the cause for the bad bad 'happening'. But too late then it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EFFECTS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Being afraid to fall in love all over- thats me. Kinda - &lt;em&gt;doodh ka jala, chhach/lassi bhi fook-fook kar peeta hai.&lt;/em&gt; Worst thing to happen. I aint sure if thats good.You wanna love but not fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) losing hope/interest etc - this is the inevitable 'devdas-effect' of the breakup phenomena and lives long/short depending on your own personality and your support system. Also its said its extreme with females. Girls can never forget their first love they say, but then whos asking them to do that. With normal guys its acute but might end in sometime, as if guys are not too busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wanna keep living in past of brooding bout the future. Worst, you keep on doing it all the time. Living in the present is what becomes most difficult. Frankly what one should do is do what they like even if they dont like to do at that particular moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Extreme steps - chronic depression - effectively comes when the 'effect 2)' lasts for too long or in the earliest phase of breakup or after a while like and intense aftershock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Cursing oneself or the other one - cant help it&lt;br /&gt;5) In long run, since its an eye-opener, you become all the more mature/understanding. But its hard to say if its worth it. If u incline towards something creative it works for the best. Check out Amitabh winning the booker prize for writing 'Baghban' in the movie while being seperated from hemaji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Agony and ecstasy of being(not being) in love(anymore):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of pure love should be nurtured. A girl and a boy’s world comes crashing down because their love is either rejected or ignored. As an individual you should remind yourself that your lover is only one aspect of that pure idea. Your love encompasses to many others: your mother, father, sister and brother . They are all forms, all waves in the ocean of love. A human being has an enormous capacity to love and he is capable of loving many people in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t get depressed or think of ending your life just because a minuscule part of your huge potential called love is refused by your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a ladder that helps you attain higher and higher levels of loving consciousness. It could start with one person and end with totality. Love is painful sometimes because it is not real love. Real love is when one does not expect anything from the person you love. There is bound to be disappointment and frustation if you lay down specifications for your love. The selfish attitude that arises out of attachment is the root cause for love becoming painful. We never seem to be satiated with the return that the other offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the journey of love is not smooth, go for it. If you don’t dive into the river of love, how will you reach the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would not be a pilgrimage without the pain &amp;amp; suffering wrought by love. Offcourse, love is going to be painful but one would reach higher levels of consciousness with the help of it . Creativity reaches its zenith when in love. It is out of agony that ecstasy is born . You might want to reach the ecstasy stage without going through the pain of loving but it just not possible. You have to go through dark night to be able to appreciate the sight of a beautiful sunrise. So, don’t be afraid of going through agony because it ultimately leads to bliss, bliss which is the purpose and goal of life. Don’t feel guilty when you have indulged in a relationship because there is an intense possibility of love arising of it. Love is a higher experience than lust. Even if lust is mud, the lotus of love could bloom from it. The right physical chemistry is the beginning not the end, a means to attain higher levels of conciuosness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(thanks my dear freind Shwetabh for managing to get time to write this article and sparing me 45 minutes for the mammoth task of typing, and that is after over 45 days of constant, well almost nw, pushing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this: love is too precious to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks Rutu( who fondly hs got her MSN nick- snowflake, which is also the name of a dolphin in a certain movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;) for providin me this wonderful one-liner. It works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(keep chkin for updates) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To end it on a truthfully positive note: Love might be a big mistake, but its absolutely worth doing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114585335049449475?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114585335049449475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114585335049449475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114585335049449475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114585335049449475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/breakups-all-bout-m.html' title='Breakups- all bout ém:'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114551566622018755</id><published>2006-04-19T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:44.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-confidence n Attitude:</title><content type='html'>i emphatically beleive these mor or less summarise success... (but thn success is very relative term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comin' soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114551566622018755?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114551566622018755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114551566622018755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114551566622018755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114551566622018755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/self-confidence-n-attitude.html' title='Self-confidence n Attitude:'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114551546190517283</id><published>2006-04-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:44.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ecstasy-agony of being jobless/living alone:</title><content type='html'>(this is here coz i've been thru it mor or less wilfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets c a quote by &lt;a href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/i_couldn-t_deal_with_playing_a_character_who/214238.html"&gt;Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;“Most of the time I do feel like I need someone else when I'm alone. But I can still get by with just my own company and that makes me a stronger person.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of the time I do feel like I need someone else when I'm alone. But I can still get by with just my own company and that makes me a stronger person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(comin soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114551546190517283?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114551546190517283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114551546190517283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114551546190517283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114551546190517283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/ecstasy-agony-of-being-joblessliving.html' title='The ecstasy-agony of being jobless/living alone:'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114527870743517974</id><published>2006-04-17T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:44.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Hugs and Smiles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(comin soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ones mor or less straight inspired frm Munnabhai mbbs..n i feel so proud n nice to actually announce it. kno wht the hollywood guys got inpired to make 'Gangster MD' with robin williams due to sanju babas effort... i aint that big.. nt yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114527870743517974?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114527870743517974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114527870743517974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114527870743517974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114527870743517974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-hugs-and-smiles.html' title='of Hugs and Smiles...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114509371477702264</id><published>2006-04-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:44.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealin with: (Mom+Dad) wnting us to get married...</title><content type='html'>The whole debate about arrange marriage n love marriage is so overused and out-of-date nw.&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion to it, i beleive, is - 'It depends.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence thot I'd rather write bout this one w r t marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk i m nt the only one in the 20&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; whos thot at some point or the other, for some pretty issue atleast mayb, tht, parents r driving him crazy and wished that mom-dad were more cooler than they always are.(n i m say dt with a wide smile on this face of mine). And its not even needed to mention that they are very nice parents. I guess their niceness manages to drive me nuts at times… I am a grown up dude!!! Please… Consider that before you try to act with me like I am a 2 year old kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nw today is not the time whn one wud follow mom singin' - &lt;em&gt;'Mummy o mummy, tu kab saas banegi' .&lt;/em&gt; Change is the only constant thng they say. (today is more like - 'haan to haan na to bhi haan', which is quite ok i beleive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time hs changed.(i like to beleive i m kinda todays guy n hence thnk..) Today theres no hurry/self-compulsion on oneselfs part for tying the knot. One of the thngs offcourse is tht its becomin such a competitive world everyday. Whn dad marrid he may nt be evn havin a scooter or so. Today, like me, guys wud like to own a car/house/bank balance etc b4 gettin commitd which is gud n reasonable also(atleast since everyone follows it). All r kinda busy gettin the &lt;em&gt;ducks in place&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, i thnk, theres no strictness as far as age is concerned for gettin married. Faultlessly, this is the era of gettin married late; nt @ 24-26 atleast. Its around 28 now. Check out Saif admitting being 28 in&lt;em&gt; 'kal ho na ho'&lt;/em&gt; while hes still not even started seeing preity.Stayin bachelor is more-so cool. Abhishek-aiswarya r n example among the new-generation-cool ppl who've stayed bachelor till there 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And call it generation gap(in a very positive way) , (extra) care or whtever, mom-dad kinda dont quite understand or actually, may be, dont want to understand this. And hence follow their efforts for convicing us atleast to agree to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was chatting with one of my buddies back in the US and we came upon this topic.. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i m secure, i still hav my &lt;em&gt;kavach.&lt;/em&gt; My eligible bachelor big bro there.&lt;br /&gt;him: Ya lucky u, i lost my shield last year with my sis's marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean whats it with having a job,earning good grands implies getting married?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro has the most ruthless way of dealing with mom-dad when he was here earlier this year... he simply sits there and waits for them to finish for sometime... if he cant bear it just walks away saying somthing similar to 'mom-dad pls shut-up' in a very polite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just keep laughing when the started proposing that me and bro shud get married on the same day. But it gets bad when i even get a signal of them starting it on phone... i simply say... 'u want me to disconnect the phone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, now this amazes me how saif plays character who are so much like me... it happned in hum-tum also.&lt;br /&gt;And nick's view on marriage in Salaam-namaste was too cool and logical to so much extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean u dont need to look for someone for marriage... u can sure look for someone for love, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;himanshu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;And there is this movie called Ball &amp;amp; Chain . its got this tagline :Can't arrange the love? Arrange the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;I saw it and found it nice simple movie that says u gotta be in love to be able to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also comment back.. how all do you resist when asked by parents bout becoming 'we' frm 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114509371477702264?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114509371477702264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114509371477702264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509371477702264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509371477702264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/dealin-with-momdad-wnting-us-to-get.html' title='Dealin with: (Mom+Dad) wnting us to get married...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114509366788216537</id><published>2006-04-15T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best thng to do whn u kno sum1 luvs u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(comin soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114509366788216537?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114509366788216537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114509366788216537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509366788216537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509366788216537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-thng-to-do-whn-u-kno-sum1-luvs-u.html' title='The best thng to do whn u kno sum1 luvs u...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114509350674990667</id><published>2006-04-15T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:43.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting ur ex-' ...</title><content type='html'>This one is kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;raah mein unse mulakat ho gayi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jisse darte the vohi baat ho gayi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(comin soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25430206-114509350674990667?l=wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/feeds/114509350674990667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25430206&amp;postID=114509350674990667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509350674990667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25430206/posts/default/114509350674990667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderin-himanshu249.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeting-ur-ex.html' title='Meeting ur ex-&apos; ...'/><author><name>himanshu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138587038839380075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_Gvx9_F-T4/TOpM5b-PtEI/AAAAAAAAANY/SVJxCIQ0prw/S220/DSCN1694.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25430206.post-114421424315405967</id><published>2006-04-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:18:43.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nw wht the heck cud ths be 'bout???</title><content type='html'>Lemme put this straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wud contain the random input of thots that 'the unknown' keeps on trying on me n cud be worth mentionin and pondering.Cud be js small wonderful things that id observe in routine.&lt;br /&gt;I'd try n mak sure they d be interestin( cud evn be wierd at times... but js that i d thnk they wd be worth the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cud hav namd this blog: MeThinks, bt cant conclude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the example:&lt;br /&gt;Like haven written these many posts i hd gotten a thot... how/why hav i developed this style of writin each sentence in bits n pieces, in a way, and seperatin them thru three/four lil dots ' ...'. i use all kinda shortened/incorrect sms'ified spellings. 'M 1k permille sure this is incorrect english, m also not sure if it is cool enuf... but ye one of the most generic comments that i keep hearin from celebrities whn asked bout their kinda fashion is that anything that they r comfortable in.. so wht matters is that i m so vry comfortble in writing it THS(n nt this ;) ) way. (may b sum kinda online-graphologist can thro sum light on this one... but wht i thnk is that i like to keep it easy for myself n that i keep thnkin while typin hence the ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thts js one small thng i wonderd 'bout yesterday.. n here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also chk this(its frm among my mails)&lt;br /&gt;raed tihs - Cn u...&lt;br /&gt;Olny 8/9  plepoe can. ; i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a   rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr   the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the   frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a   taotl mses   and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the   huamn   mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.   Azanmig huh?   yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can   raed tihs   forwrad it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  i thnk language is feminine. i like to treat it the way it shud be; its most pleasurable as far as under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;himanshu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;The followin is a complete unoriginal creation.( it doesn evn apply to me, not fully): I have been a crazy guy all my life. I tried becoming normal. I did become normal. But becoming normal was driving me crazy. So I became crazy again. God damn it. Don’t ask me to behave normal again. 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