tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11561414513558113682023-11-15T23:20:32.377+08:00AbStract ExpreSsionSwatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-29246782303098154622009-11-21T23:14:00.002+08:002009-11-21T23:33:48.358+08:00Him<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; ">She chased it...she decide...she waited...she was patient....she opened my arms wide to be touched by the soft breeze of love...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">She waited without her umbrella....to be touched by the tantalizing drops of love.....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">She wanted to feel its chill down her spine and its warmth within her.....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">She wanted her heart to skip that beat when he gently touched her...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">Wrapped in his arms..she wanted to shut her eyes to the care for this world...knowing that she was safe...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">She wanted to feel his breath on her nape....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">He smoked but she dint stop him...coz that burnt tobacco smell reminded her of him....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">He would entangle his fingers with her's...and compare their palm size...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">He would touch his nose to her's and sttare for hours into her eyes....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">He would look at her and murmur their cute lil secrets...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">He would sing his humpy song to make her smile....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">In the midst of a rush...he would hug her and the world would come to a standstill for her...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">His lips would touch hers like the touch of a feather...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;">Every moment spent with him completed the essence of being her...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-62475065905660480452009-05-16T02:16:00.003+08:002009-06-15T14:52:45.406+08:00Rupees 1750 gms worth 17 indian rupees.<div>17 indian rupees worth.... your first interview , popularity in your new coll or maybe a fresh new start to life....</div><div>The poor Indian women..</div><div>who bothers to flick pages of your resume to see those PhD's...Who bothers to carve that niche for yourself in the new place.....who cares how strong headed and determined you are to take a new step in life....</div><div>Do you glow in the basking sunshine....putting the sun imself to shame...</div><div>Is your skin flawless and smooth......and has never been touched by the particles of M.A.C...</div><div>NO</div><div>Shame.....then sorry Indian women......you should go back to your kitchens...you can never bag a good job......you'll be taunted by your aunts........you'll never get a good guy to marry.........your life will be the struggle of Tulsi Virani or Parvati Agarwal but in a slight toned down version.....</div><div>PATHETIC LOSERS.....OUT OV NEW IDEAS CHAUVNIST PIGS........SO ON AND ON</div><div>For every 1000 gud fr nuthings we hv a mere 927 females.....isnt that enugh fr the plight of women....that you have adverts promoting baseless exterior over the existence of a true core.....tv soaps where a poor girl struggles at every step of her life just cz she doesnt use the shitty F&F's....</div><div>Where are we heading ????</div><div>IF THIS IS INDIA TODAY.............IT SCARES ME TO THINK OF INDIA TOMORROW</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-57406134904873603842009-03-25T19:24:00.007+08:002009-03-25T19:54:25.198+08:00The land of TAJ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mirlabs.org/cisim09/incredible_india.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.mirlabs.org/cisim09/incredible_india.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There cannot be a better time to visit India then now.......Visit India......The land of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TAJ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How true is the statement above. Is India only restricted to be the LAND OF </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TAJ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> or does it have more to it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Far from less...India is now being considered an exciting tourist destination in Asia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But the promotions for !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> have been restricted mere to the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TAJ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">MAHAL</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I spotted this promotion of !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> , on an advert board near Tangs, Singapore.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It struck me then that how </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">lowly</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> are we still being thought of .</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">India has more to it.....the land of unity in diversity.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Its a norm that has been followed ever since.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">for Indian tourism something that stands true would be - if its seen it shall sell......</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">it essentially means that if something is seen by people and is </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">popular</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> among them then the entire focus shifts to that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TAJ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> is one of the seven wonders of the world so its the whole soul tool for promotional </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">campaigns</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> of !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But then aren't there many a million things more that are capable of drawing people to !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">where else can you find the backwaters of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">kerala</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> , the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">pangongse</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> lake , the colour </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">palette</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> in the dry land of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">rajasthan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> and the rain forests of East</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But we cant blame the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">authorities</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> either.....its we the people of !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">....who have led to such a failed promotional </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">campaign</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How well versed are we ourselves with the rich heritage of the country. Its this gap that has forced the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">government</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> to have promotional </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">campaigns</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> for individual states to promote among us what !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> is all about.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">INDIA...........!</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ncrdible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> !</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ndia</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-45723650568042269822009-03-23T00:16:00.006+08:002009-03-25T19:54:09.771+08:00Seeing through the window of a AC 2 tier<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">There was a time......<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When I could feel the air rushing thru my hair</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and my flame cells weren't enugh to absorb the crisp, fresh air</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When an umbrella never accompnied me in the monsoon's</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">for I cld take shelter in the vast expanse of the mango trees</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When our day out, was the nearest green patch</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">where we basked in the sun and swung from the tree branches</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When I cld spot every exotic star with my naked eyes </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But today.....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">The air is there....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">but neither the F of freshness nor the C of crisp can be felt any longer</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">My umbrella still never accompnies....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">for their is hardly any rain</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Starbucks or MCD is whr we hop to.....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">for only walls are as green as then</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">My telescope is helpless too....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">for its lenses are always clouded with smoke clouds...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">SIGH !!!</span></span></span></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-26097107513785681052009-03-22T18:01:00.000+08:002009-03-22T18:40:57.109+08:00Help me ..... I dont look anything like a metro :(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/ScYU7Ju9ggI/AAAAAAAAADE/utrMLiNFpHw/s1600-h/IMAG0368.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/ScYU7Ju9ggI/AAAAAAAAADE/utrMLiNFpHw/s320/IMAG0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315959416615174658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/ScYUxoLqPLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0xaIjmLU0z8/s1600-h/IMAG0365.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/ScYUxoLqPLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0xaIjmLU0z8/s320/IMAG0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315959252989918386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/ScYUa-YNrOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8UrjT7J2flc/s1600-h/IMAG0368.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here I am, cuddled up in my quilt,watching Mr. Lalu Prasad Yadav, explaining his stand on the issue of count of seats for his party to contest in Bihar. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Man, what has Varun Gandhi got himself into......." this is not a hand but a lotus that can cut off your necks".....like Mr. Rajnath Desai says - elections brings out the worst of our politicians. but wait, is Varun Gandhi a politician even.....huh !!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I look outside the glass windows and see shanty buildings literally breathing their last breaths, clothes flowing with the warn air of the city, adourning all the city roof's. Narrow lanes with hideous infrastructure and the best....cab's or should I say taxi's that are even more hideous , more of a disaster.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am in another metro of the nation and trust me - it sux :(</div><div style="text-align: center;">hahaha.........i luv this episode of The Great Indian Tamasha :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Behind the heavy embroidered silk curtains of 4 and 5 stars....there lies the shameful truth of this city. Undraw the curtains and u'll know.</div><div style="text-align: center;">C'mon ....look at Del, Mum,Blr,Hyd.......gosh!! this happens when you spend too much of time on d uncomfortable , squeaky and butt aching chairs of d airports...</div><div style="text-align: center;">In your political tussle , seat stealing/ snatching and throwing TATA out of the state....you have lost out on the essence of what really was needed. Do something about this city man.....go do something.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's start with the roads......where do you drive ????</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where do You find some decent space amidst shops that have outgrown themselves onto the streets and trams....those yucckkyyy, disgraceful and ancient yellow tins plying up and down on the main roads of this city. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You are already disgusted enough with all this but then something gets into you and you hit that button and your power windows squeak down giving you the the uber avoidable sight....the sight of the city's buildings. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Warning - Dont sneeze, when around any of these structures ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness, I fly away from this shit hole tomorrow....wonder what would have happened to moi....had I been here for over a day.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-35537905936592613882009-01-23T19:40:00.000+08:002009-01-31T23:38:55.388+08:00My Teez<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SYRwb7_ExXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EACVq71EGD4/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SYRwb7_ExXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EACVq71EGD4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297482686955570546" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">soya sauce !!!!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SYRwJb9qRSI/AAAAAAAAABI/5_PVFFEFKWc/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SYRwJb9qRSI/AAAAAAAAABI/5_PVFFEFKWc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297482369122059554" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:24px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">All my tees luk or read d same</span></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SXmtBitpLtI/AAAAAAAAABA/4YSwf5QtTs0/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SXmtBitpLtI/AAAAAAAAABA/4YSwf5QtTs0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294453078960451282" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-70218068105455921662008-11-16T23:15:00.000+08:002008-11-23T15:01:00.970+08:00My TO - DO list fr the next 6-7 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SSj_TQpbskI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GGWpiODgCKs/s1600-h/found-to-do-list.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlKnDQ5pB_s/SSj_TQpbskI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GGWpiODgCKs/s320/found-to-do-list.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744070188511810" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My to - do<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Get into NUS and NTU ...UOL i'm already thru<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Spend days and nights deciding which uni I shld join...NUS or NTU</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Get straight A's in my last sem.....fr sure in law</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ For god's sake give IELTS this time</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Try your hand at Harvard's online courses</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Try doing an internship</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Read a minimum of 100 buks</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Finish my driving lesson</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Get back to my guitar</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Learn to cook</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~This is a dynamic list nad would be updated quite often~~</div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-27522174022459313222008-11-15T22:21:00.000+08:002008-11-15T22:35:43.728+08:00The GAP and the transitions....Its not the GAP store.....but the gap created in everybody's life at some point of time or maybe at every point of/in time.<div style="text-align: justify;">You can't leave the windows bare....u need curtains, u can't leave the vases empty...they need flowers....you can't stay alone you need someone in your life..</div><div>you have your parents, your friends and most importantly yourself...so why the gap ???</div><div>Dunno abt ppl, but i consider myself too young to get into a relationship...i agree its not the right time but the point is, that beyond a limit,I can't do anything about it. Its goes way beyond my control. I won't term it abstinence, but just trying to stay away from what I think I can't handle NOW. </div><div>Its valid also, for if it had to happen it would have happened in the past or maybe sometime now.......but it didnt. I have to accept things, the way they are.</div><div>Its cool how ppl are able to mk successful transistions.....I can too and deep down inside I want to buuttt its sheer stupidity to push myself in the ocean, whose depth I can't gauge and moreover when I can't swim. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before the gap widens....I better get back home......</div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-48671158172775147222008-11-14T23:45:00.000+08:002008-11-14T23:50:33.977+08:00Love Story - Taylor Swift<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: nowrap; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Another track fast climbing my fav's chart....</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">We were both young when I first saw you <br />I close my eyes and the flashback starts <br />I’m standing there, on a balcony in summer air <br /><br />See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns <br />See you make your way through the crowd <br />And say hello, little did I know… <br /><br />That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles <br />And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet” <br />And I was cryin' on the staircase <br />Beggin' you please don’t go <br />And I said… <br /><br />"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone <br />I’ll be waiting, all there's left to do is run <br />You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess <br />It’s a love story, baby, just say 'yes'" <br /><br />So I sneak out to the garden to see you <br />We keep quiet, 'cause we’re dead if they knew <br />So close your eyes <br />Let's leave this town for a little while, <br />Oh, oh <br /><br />Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter, <br />And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet” <br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">But you were everything to me <br />I was beggin' you, please don’t go… <br />And I said <br /><br />"Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone <br />I’ll be waiting, all there's left to do is run <br />You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess <br />It’s a love story, baby, just say 'yes' <br /><br />Romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel <br />This love is difficult, but it’s real <br />Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess <br />It’s a love story, baby, just say 'yes'" <br />Oh, oh <br /><br />I got tired of waiting <br />Wondering if you were ever coming around <br />My faith in you was fading <br />When I met you in the outskirts of town <br />And I said <br /><br />"Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone <br />I keep waiting for you but you never come <br />Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think" <br />He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring <br />and said <br /><br />"Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone <br />I love you, and that’s all I really know <br />I talked to your dad, you'll pick out a white dress <br />It’s a love story, baby just say 'yes'" <br />Oh, oh <br />Oh, oh, oh <br /><br />'Cause we were both young when I first saw you</span></span></span></span>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-33684297694420200382008-11-10T19:14:00.001+08:002008-11-18T21:24:50.804+08:00Random actz of Kindness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/kindness_is.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/kindness_is.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It was pouring cats and dogs....or like Alz says " no lah...its jz raining heavily"<div>I dnt mean to sound like a racist but its my general observation that ppl of my ethnicity , dnt like touching the umbrella...only when the clouds burst wide open....then we opt fr an umbrella ;)</div><div>I was coming home frm college later the afternoon today, when it strtd to drizzle.</div><div>The usual lazy me , I didnt feel the need to use an umbrella. Just as I was about to cross the road, a gal came running towards me and asked me to share her umbrella with her.</div><div>I dont know who she , where she coming from and where she going....how in the world can I share the umbrella with her ????</div><div>But before I could even say anything , I found myself sharing the umbrella.</div><div>I tried making a conversation with her and voila......she was DMS 1st sem living in the same place and also the same block as me. </div><div>She wasn't ready to leave cz she was worried I wld get worried.I literaly had to force her to leave giving her the assuarence that I won't get wet.....</div><div>Why she did that, I don't know......but damn, it touched my heart :))</div><div><br /></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-74100977118269619972008-11-04T14:41:00.000+08:002008-11-04T14:44:10.695+08:00Next to you - Jordin Sparks<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 48px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The song I relate to, for so many reasons...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You're in my head like a song on the radio<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">All I know is that I got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Yeah I got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Sitting here turning minutes into hours<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You don't know that I got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were friends<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were more<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe it's just my imagination<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I see you stare just a little too long<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">And it makes me start to wonder<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">So baby call me crazy<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I think you feel it too<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe I, Maybe I<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Just got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I asked around and I heard that you were talking<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Told my girl that you thought I was out of your league<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">What a fool, I got to get next to you, whoa<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Yeah it's five in the morning and I can't go to sleep<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">'Cause I wish, yeah I wish that you knew what you mean to me<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Baby let's get together and end this mystery, oh<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were friends<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were more<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe it's just my imagination<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I see you stare just a little too long<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">And it makes me start to wonder<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">So baby call me crazy<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I think you feel it too<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe I, Maybe I<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Just got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you? <br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Yeah, yeah, to want to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were friends<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe were more<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe it's just my imagination<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I see you stare just a little too long<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">And it makes me start to wonder<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">So baby call me crazy<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I think you feel it too<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Baby call me crazy<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But I know you feel it too<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Maybe I, Maybe I<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Just got to get next to you<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I got to get next to you </span></span></span><br /></div></span>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-32995412627389083932008-10-31T21:08:00.000+08:002008-10-31T23:02:49.134+08:00Searching fr bonds...naming evry relationtried and tried harder....no answer <div>this is my state when it comes to defining bonds with human beings</div><div>its thr deep inside me , hw much evr i try i cnt change , amend alter or destroy it.</div><div>why shld every bond be tagged...but i feel the need to do it or shld i say i jz do it</div><div>it bcums tortures...why the hell shld i go arnd naming evry thing thts between me and another person.....why cnt it be as simple as it is ....y the f*** i end up complicating the whole thing </div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-71420144572781896972008-10-27T00:47:00.000+08:002008-10-27T01:43:20.992+08:00Loadz ov disconnected thingsyipeee holiday tmrw...damn why do I hate holidays so mch O.o or do i love 'em<div>dunno..i love thm cz i gt to sleep lyk 16-18 hrs...my state ov aestivation (u cnt really hibernate in sg) but simultaneously hate 'em cz i dnt hv mch stuff to do...sighhhhhh</div><div>like ppl ask - "are u kinda demented ?"</div><div>my answer - no, i'm not . I am a workaholic and its not cz ov my current state ov being in my coccon...I've always been like this and no matter what, i cnt and wnt change.</div><div>gosh,i didnt realise....i hv a business law assignmnt and tutorial due and the one i did wasnt needed to be dealt wif at this point of time...darn </div><div>this weekend i really wasted time or like ppl say chilled out and relaxed...hmm</div><div>exactly a year ago, lots of things happened...cant really write abt 'em all bt loads of things happened(takes a deep breath)</div><div>i was in bugis yday.....fooling arnd as usual, when i saw arjun...wt a small world it is..</div><div>looked cute as usual...man (another deep breath)</div><div>i slept fr like 16 arnd hrs today...wao felt gud bt now wide awake...thts y m scribbling in</div><div>clue to my schedule...whenever i scribble in..it means m dying of boredom and m jobless</div><div>i finally gt in touch with munchkin aftr such a loooong time...i ws missing him soo much...love my munchkin...god bless our frndship</div><div>mrids planning to cum to sg fr her undergrad..i hate to be- your guide to admission in sg</div><div>f**k, cnt u do sumthing as simple as tht all by urslf</div><div>the floor seems to be dead,its almost pin drop silence....wonder whr evrybdy vanished..no points fr guessing must be saving water by living on alcohol in sum corner of sg or gambling playing poker or flash..wateva</div><div>m workaholic bt tht doesnt mean u can treat me like a mule</div><div>i wrk my ass off fr peanuts, no actually nt evn tht..i hv a threshold n now it is it</div><div>ppl r getting a taste of my agitation and it will continue fr a while...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-17708003778816806932008-10-25T23:38:00.000+08:002008-10-25T23:52:28.068+08:00Desperate birds and bees...bzzzFor the sake of things...how more weird can they get ???<div>At times its better to stand at the shore rather then plunging into uncertain waters </div><div>Why....coz thats whats right for you at the moment.</div><div>After spending a substantial amount of time on the shore, all that i have to say is that " i'm lovin' it"....lol( m sitting in mcd, you see )</div><div>But on a serious note , u'll love it too .</div><div>You laugh when people mess up , you get to learn to learn from their errors and you get to wet your toes too....</div><div>ooopppssss........m degreasing from the point</div><div>so like the title goes....my fellow homo sapiens seem to be damn damn desperate and tht too for what....***</div><div>c'mon fellas...its not the end to the world....grow up</div><div>how bloody materialistic can you possibly be......live it day by day, moment by moment</div><div>dont rush....again dont rush</div><div>in someone's words - " i cldn't sleep on my bed alone"</div><div>k fine, i agree it happens but that doesnt mean.....</div><div>i dunno wt to say..its hw u see may be</div><div>the extremities of life ...one hand ppl dont have partners while on the other others change partners like movies change every friday in bollywood</div><div>its strange that i was living in such a cocoon....bloody hell..at times i really wonder..o.O</div><div>where do i come from....which world was i living in.....there's nothing wrong, nothing right and defining your rights and wrongs doesnt come easy in this jumbled,complicated and messed up world......</div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-50684406381292169582008-10-01T16:59:00.000+08:002008-10-01T17:06:43.339+08:00The brkdwn ov my lyf in last 12 months !!DUH....how can ??? Seriously I dont know...how can<div>The last one yr spent in lah ~ lah land, is categorised sem wise.</div><div>When I look back and trace the past events,I always see it sem wise as if its my progress report..LOL</div><div>Each sem's brought with it some good and some bad but loads of lessons, consistently...</div><div>umm...the next few posts are gonna be me and my sem'd lyf...weird</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-74321013497922543772008-09-11T03:00:00.000+08:002008-09-12T02:29:07.620+08:00The b!te of real!tyIf everything u wish for...zzzzzaps to life....u wldnt ask for more.Movin' out ov my sheltered and protected den has never and shall never ever come easy for me.The ocean might be calm at the top but you cant predict the intensity of the ripples beneath..In the bat of an eyelid, I was where I always wanted to be..Like I said, I cldnt ask for more. And with this change, I embarked on a new journey....one where I made mistakes but had nobody to correct them for me like in the past...<br />With a zillion things to juggle...the only place that I found solace was in the company of new homo sapiens whom I met every new day. Good , weird , smart, confused, visionary, hardworking...all sorts of homo sapiens... I wanted to carve my niche but before that I wanted to find my new comfort zone. Strange enough, a f**ked up person could come to your rescue. How , when and most importantly WHY... I have no answer for these questions, but I met this homo sapien and then is when I realised that my journey just started and the only words that escape my lips now are - "oh shit , I didnt see all this coming"<br /><br /><p></p><p></p>Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156141451355811368.post-27707753935293178962008-09-11T02:13:00.000+08:002008-09-11T02:16:02.779+08:00Wonder y I strtd bloggin' o.OWell...there are mainly two reasons for me to start blogging.....Very much like my own self , other fellow homo sapiens fail to prove themselves as competent ears for all that I got to talk , yell n scream about , day in and day out....so blogging is a way to Xpress all that I have to convey...here atleast I dont have any hopes...even in the deepest corner of my heart for any kind of reciprocation..Second......to be in sync with technology<br />In terms of english literature , writing a diary has been a part of my lexicon since I can remember..So a couple of days back, when I was staring at the 'whiteness' of my room's ceiling the thought of technologizing the habit of my diary writing struck me...and so here I am blogging in the midst of my so quite and peaceful sem break....Swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306304731166952182noreply@blogger.com0