<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:47:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Think-Pink</title><description>Think High .....
                 Think Pink ;-)</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-8889896419553792305</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T06:07:19.329-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tale of a Balloon</title><description>tht baloon....&lt;br /&gt;It was flying here and there&lt;br /&gt;aimlessly wandering and trying to break free from the tiny rubber band that holds it...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was trying to escape, not knowing that if the rubber is not tied to its neck, the air filled inside, which is its life breath, will be sweapt away, and it will be lifeless...&lt;br /&gt;I have tied it to the hand grip of the car....&lt;br /&gt;And when the speed was increasing, it was more restless...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it was coming close to ma face.&lt;br /&gt;I tht it was trying to whisper something in my ear...&lt;br /&gt;But why shuld I listen to it. I am its owner, infact da master.&lt;br /&gt;I need not respond to its plea for freedom. I turned ma face away from it and pretended to talk to amma...&lt;br /&gt;Uh!!!! was the wind slashy, or was it the momentum of the car, i dunno....&lt;br /&gt;but it hit ma face with some considerable force....&lt;br /&gt;Was that a slap... A slap on the master for not responding to the plea of freedom....&lt;br /&gt;If so, I chose to ignore that too....&lt;br /&gt;The master was thinking about the practical consequences if it was let free... Whats the use, it will only fly away to the unknown and on the way may be hit by some tree branch or some nasty bird and fall down to earth.....&lt;br /&gt;And tat was defenitly not a good ending.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I was impressed by its color and infact ive started liking it.&lt;br /&gt;The moment i saw it at the vendor.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was a splendid pink and blue combination. with tiny multi colored dots on it...&lt;br /&gt;I was eyeing it from the very beginning.... but didnt know amma had her eyes on me too...&lt;br /&gt;The effective result was, on the way back from the temple, i became the proud owner of the pink and blue combined beauty...&lt;br /&gt;In between, we picked up ma brother from a bus stop. Oops, he was surprised by the new member in the car.. By that time, ive unleashed it from tha hand grip and it was resting on ma lap.&lt;br /&gt;Brother was so amused by it that he starting hitting it .... Everyone knows how boys are... For them  baloons and footballs makes no difference. I could feel its pain and agony...&lt;br /&gt;But I was helpless. It didnt ask for help, neither tried to break free through the open window.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to ignore again...&lt;br /&gt;We reached our destination... Upon meetin relatives, i completly forgot about it....&lt;br /&gt;While the luggages were unpacked, it was thrown somewhere to the back of the car...&lt;br /&gt;That night while uttering ma prayers, i rememeberd abt it... Bt was so lazy to unlock the car and bring it to ma room.&lt;br /&gt;Next day break.... We all had a splendid breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad were about to leave and suddenly its memories flashed ma mind...&lt;br /&gt;I asked achan about it and with a smile, he went to fetch it.....&lt;br /&gt;"Here is Gauri Kuttys" pyaara baloon....&lt;br /&gt;I turned and opened ma hands wide to recieve it.....&lt;br /&gt;Achan was holding it from the rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;The heat inside the car might be the killer...It might have cried hard due to suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!!! it was hanging dead from that rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;bursted from within..... the life breath drained out of it.....&lt;br /&gt;The pink and blue beauty was a muticolored rubber piece now.....&lt;br /&gt;It was so short lived...due to my ignorance or so, I dunno....&lt;br /&gt;But it was gone, flying high high into the sky....and so as my dreams of  it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-8889896419553792305?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2009/02/tale-of-balloon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-5135263567890892562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T05:52:30.203-07:00</atom:updated><title>bow bow</title><description>Initially I didnt feel much of a change...&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Sreeja ma X room mate, I gt a new one(Ofcourse with a gender difference).&lt;br /&gt;Things were happening in da same way, gettin up in da afternoon, eating outside, roaming around&lt;br /&gt;and yeah; Doing hell lotcha shoppin...&lt;br /&gt;But as days passed by, I realized some things....&lt;br /&gt;Its nt Xjactly da same as before....&lt;br /&gt;I have changed.&lt;br /&gt;From a "I don giv a damn", "I hate cookin", "Whats Love???" kinda typical migrated bangalorian spinster female&lt;br /&gt;to an "On what to cook for him tonight", "Will he like it", "Have to change the damaged switch today" kinda responsible WIFE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I hav also tied da knot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long wait of almost an year and other unexpected hardships, I finally am now with ma love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are some experiences before and after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Guy                                                                                  Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey,we'll combinedly do cooking everyday                Dreaming about a romantic cooking session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweety, u wear nythng u like, I believe tht                    To frndz : Ma Wuld B is kewl... hez nt like other&lt;br /&gt;   guys shuld nt interfere in atleast this                            indian guys. I am lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jaanu,we'll go for shopping everyweekend                    Calculating the no. of Jeans to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ma Love, Ma everythng, Ma life, Ma Chweetu               Cant sleep without hearing all these atleast twice an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Guy                                                                                  Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ive grated da coconut, U do da rest                          Cookin da rest of da meal and inbetween erasing dat&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            dream of roamntic cookin session frm her memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HUh!!!, u hav ny idea, hw ppl wil ogle at u                 Changing to a salwar and wishing dat she will nt meet ny&lt;br /&gt;   if u wear dat T shrt to da mall                                   frndz to whome she boasted abt da non indian Wuld B&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Expenses are shooting up.                                     (No. of Jeans to buy) - (No. of Jeans to buy)&lt;br /&gt; No shoping this month           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name, Hey U, Listen, Abe oye                                Ab tho had ho gayi... Goin towards da hubby with a&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                tawa in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-) I was kiddin yaroo.... eventhough the same kinda tooty fruity luv, which is mostly fabricated, may nt b der...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will feel da closeness and warmth of each other...&lt;br /&gt;The affection with which he wakes u up in da morning...&lt;br /&gt;The easiness with which ur hand fits in his palms...&lt;br /&gt;The caring and tenderness of Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... so lemme go bak to wrk nw... drafted this post during ofc hrs, :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-5135263567890892562?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2008/10/bow-bow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-8358552164117179615</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-19T03:38:46.975-07:00</atom:updated><title>Her Eyes...</title><description>Her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what stirred my interest in her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those coal lined eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devoid of expression and emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bus from Mysore to Bangalore and it was raining heavily. The bus stopped at Mandya for a tea break. I looked out of the window. The rain drops were coming down the glass pane in tiny droplets. Then a girl (may be 12 or 14 years old) entered the bus. Her gaze swept the entire bus in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She handed over a sheet of paper to all the passengers. I refused to take the paper and she ignored me just like that, putting the paper on my lap, she moved forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After distributing the paper to every passenger she came back and stood at the front of the bus. Its at that time i could get a good look on her. And its then that those eyes caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;There was no pain, no anger, no complaints ....&lt;br /&gt;She wore a blue skirt and blouse, decent clothing with no wear nd tear....&lt;br /&gt;and some grey dupatta over that.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was neatly braided and pleated on both sides....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were lined with kajal and God they were beautiful. They could devour an ocean in their depths.... But they were blank.... Even if she had emotions, they were buried deep down in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in thoughts about her that i hardly noticed her hands moving in a rhythmic fashion...&lt;br /&gt;She will stop in front of every passenger and beg... Some will give money and some people will simply ignore her....&lt;br /&gt;Whatever may be the reaction her face remained they same...&lt;br /&gt;and her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be just another girl, among the millons below poverty line in our country...&lt;br /&gt;But looking into those eyes reminded me of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They doesnot reveal anything... Thay are not trying to show that she is poor and needs money for her next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not show any shame or self pity wen she begged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just passionless, expressionless and livid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they intrigued me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-8358552164117179615?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2007/09/eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-9107281626083343023</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 11:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-01T04:56:15.861-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chethu aur Chinnu</title><description>hey pals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna tell u a story today...&lt;br /&gt;a true love story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hero Chethu, herione Chinnu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chethu is a handsom young blok working in an MNC... A very frank and inteligent young man...&lt;br /&gt;he was a naughty guy in school, a teacher's pet... nd hav grown up to be a notty man too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;a friendly guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life was goin smooth doing coding..&lt;br /&gt;he was enjoying life, Oh he got an onsite oppertunity also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has got a gang in office, a friend circle ...&lt;br /&gt;his very good pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they support him in every aspect and helps him out always.&lt;br /&gt;but alas :( none of them were able to find a girl friend a partner for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as the rule goes, what can we, i mean his friends do...&lt;br /&gt;One should always find his better half himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dasy went by Chethu's lonliness also grew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day some new people joined his company..&lt;br /&gt;There was a gal in that group, named oh yes, u r rite.. shez our heroine, "Chinnu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Chethu came to ofc by 9:30, reached cafeteria by 10:00&lt;br /&gt;and oh Gosh!!!! he culd belive his eyes&lt;br /&gt;that face, xactly the same face he used to see in his dreams... his Chinnu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chethu waved his hand infront of his eyes... asked me to pinch him( i didn waste the oppertunity,  hihihi iii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally he found her.. his sweetheart, the pearl in his oyester, the sunflower in his garden....&lt;br /&gt;the sugar crumb in his doughnut....(ehem ehem.... im a lil bit u knw wt... hungry :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started dreaming about her day and night.... each and every moment... sunrise nd sunsets passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Chethus dreams never ended and neither did his praise and love for Chinnu...&lt;br /&gt;the only hurdle in his way was his lack of confidence in proposing her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his frndz tried to boost up his energy... and we succeeded to an xtend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day Chethu decided, Yes this is the day... I am gonna open up my heart infornt of her...&lt;br /&gt;He woke up early...&lt;br /&gt;asked mom to make upma(his fav brk fst)&lt;br /&gt;took bath (applying Lakme conditioner :))&lt;br /&gt;wore new cloths&lt;br /&gt;started his bike and reached office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10:00 nw, Chinnu will be in da cafeteria...&lt;br /&gt;Chethu walked to da cafe...&lt;br /&gt;yeah der she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chethu drew a long breath.......&lt;br /&gt;reached near chinnu...&lt;br /&gt;Chinnu raised her head...&lt;br /&gt;Saw Chethu ... a shy smile played on her lips...&lt;br /&gt;as if she knew whats gonna happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chethu was about to open his mouth and propose her, suddenly a voice came from behin&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me please"&lt;br /&gt;Huh !!!! exasperated Chethu turned bak&lt;br /&gt;Oh... another handsom dude was standing there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoz it??? whats he doin near ma Chinnu...&lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts ran thu his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world turned all round in a jiffy...&lt;br /&gt;Chetu couldn understand anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was wondering, the other handsom dude sat near chinnu and they were chatting away happily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers this is the beginning of a new lov story.....&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-9107281626083343023?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2007/08/chethu-aur-chinnu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-1405136439800976272</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-02T22:54:27.503-07:00</atom:updated><title>A day in life......</title><description>This day has started with uneasiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days in ur life...&lt;br /&gt;When u feel like doin nuttin...&lt;br /&gt;When the sunrays makes no difference in ur life....&lt;br /&gt;When u wake up early morning with a sore throat ...&lt;br /&gt;When u takes a ride to ur wrk place and some unpleasent feelings takes hold of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind is such an unworldly thing, like a monkey, jumping from one branch to another.&lt;br /&gt;This moment you are sad and the next u are radiating with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relationships Are Like An All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, off you go in, with all these grand expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re gonna have it all, and leave room for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems pricey, too, but you’re convinced that you’ll come out ahead. (“Rs 30/- I’ll eat Rs30/- worth, no sweat. I may even do Rs40/-”)&lt;br /&gt;In general, your eyes are bigger than your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Just like love – that breathless, heady feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation of grabbing that empty plate and diving in. You can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my mind, its still wandering... i wanted to write about a day in my life and nw i am speaking about love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day in life,&lt;br /&gt;There are good days too.... When u feel happy&lt;br /&gt;Feels like as if the whole world is created for you and you only :-)&lt;br /&gt;Your mornings are crisp and full of enthu,&lt;br /&gt;And the evenings warm and cozy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times dasy pass by without creating any impression... you call that a normal day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I have a serious problem...&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wandering a lot... I starts off with a topic and reaches somewhere else...&lt;br /&gt;Strives hard to continue in that line.... bt again mind slips off....&lt;br /&gt;Lack of concentration u can say.. or else an overflow of thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Today is a bad day and it will remain as such for the whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-1405136439800976272?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-117524464530632116</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-05T05:02:36.400-07:00</atom:updated><title>Famous 8 minus 1</title><description>Well, ma usual problem, hw to start haunts me again....&lt;br /&gt;But this time ma flow will nt b hampered, since its abt the "Faaaaaaamous 8 minus 1"&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering what this minus 1 is, ofcourse its me... Oh lemme introduce da Famous 8 first...&lt;br /&gt;We are the most "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;talkative&lt;/span&gt;" nd "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;funfilled&lt;/span&gt;" group in our company...(for our own safety issues im nt divulging the comapny name and da grp member names ;-))&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'll introduce all the Famous 8 with their nick names ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goin one by one... ok lets start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sappu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came together, still together... dunno for hw long will b together....(beech mein uski shaadi ho gayi, aur mein ab tak kuvaari hoon :( )&lt;br /&gt;She ma good frnd, ma chweeeetheart.. uski hasi mujhe sabse pasand hai.....&lt;br /&gt;its like playing sitar....(when the strings r broken)&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaaa, im sure shez neva gonna read this... vo bilkul philo mood ki nahi hai... She a happy go lucky type(bechaara Shej(her hubs))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Roopssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ab roo ke baare mein kya likhu.... thodi si natkhat, sharaarti.... understands all chethan's jokes, the first ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shez highly talented in singing and painiting...(this line will b here unless i hear her sing and c her paintings  ;-))&lt;br /&gt;haa ek baat hai, she writes welll...... bohot achi handwriting hai.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ghatuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shez 25 hez 24 ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iska tho promotion ho ho ke pata nai kaha pahunch jaayegi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaayad kerala ki bahu banke aajayegi hamaari ghatu dear, hi hi hiiii..&lt;br /&gt;shez baby's pet ;-))&lt;br /&gt; sabki pyari choti bachhi.... (lagti hai bt hai nahi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Achu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7th standard se shuru kiya tha usne..ye mat poocho ki kya??.... ye poocho ki kyun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haath pakad ke road cross karta tha... log dekh ke bolte the ki, "dekho chote bache jaa rehe hai"&lt;br /&gt;lekin kya woh ek chota bacha tha???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is issue ke baare mein zyaada bat karenge brrrrrrrrrrrrreak ke baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achu kichu chuchhu, chweetu... hez da sweetest fellaw in our grp ( Im sure chethu nd PP r gonna contradict this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idli sambar&lt;br /&gt;The best synonym for her.... hi hihiiii...&lt;br /&gt;ma roomie nd chweet frnd..... bechaari baby vachah se maari thi, ab VC++ ne maar diya use...&lt;br /&gt;ye itni bhulakkad hai ki apne pati ko bhi zaroor bhool jaayegi ek din , hi hi hiiiii....&lt;br /&gt;(thnk go vo bechaara tho bach jaayega na )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im gonna get loads nd loads of "gaali" for callin him dat... but kya karu koi aur nick name hi nai mil reha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u knw, he lives in 2 wrlds.... body here nd soul there, in the United States..... ki ki kiii(i kne perfectly well wt he'll call me after reading dis, another pp(podi p****)&lt;br /&gt;lnd ive mentioned abt him once bfore in da post"Sophisticated monkey".. hey not only mentioned.. infact its abt him..... bohot tang kiya tha isne mujhe usdin ip bhej bhej ke... :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hez da rock star..... da dancer... nd also da BAD TEMPERED GUY ......&lt;br /&gt;feels like hittin him smtimes... but generally hez good (only while sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chethu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OUT OF SCOPE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry friends, I cant write anything here, wtever i write about this guy will surely be sensored....and everything except the punctuations will be cleared off...This guy is a total freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he likes treasure/pressure/pleasure hunt the mooooooost.. tht too at som special desktops ;-)&lt;br /&gt;hi hi hiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isko tho hamesha pyaar hota rehta hai..... chinnu, munnu, tunnu sabseeee....&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Romeo of Famous 8 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all about us..........&lt;br /&gt;the Faaaaaaaaaamous 8 minus 1 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-117524464530632116?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2007/03/famous-8-minus-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-116356196409682092</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-12T03:27:16.446-08:00</atom:updated><title>Boredom.....</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A state of mind which each and every individual would have gone thru, atleast once in a week......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When u have nothing to do, When u r alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When the rain pours and u dont hav ny1 to play with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When u lie awake in da middle of the night and there is no1 to talk with;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When ur heart feels like splitting, and the one who shuld mend it , just ignores....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;All these does not directly lead to boredom, these all r the causes of Extreme Depression, which will finally lead to boredom. Hw can a person gt out of it.... Go divine??? Being spiritual... Have a spiritual rebirth.... Keep thinking, thnk thnk thnk.... The state of mind becomes stable and finally your brain cells will discard boredom by themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I dunno y i wrote this post..... may be i will delete it by the afternoon :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-116356196409682092?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredom_14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115883782791373788</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T04:27:34.870-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tug of War</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hey, the title....&lt;br /&gt;U all might be familiar with te term, rite??&lt;br /&gt;Pulling a rope from both sides, the side which is more near to the centre part at the end will win...&lt;br /&gt;Similar situations can arise in human life also, wer u wll b pulled from both the sides.&lt;br /&gt;What will be the outcome then?&lt;br /&gt;Here since te middle part is a human, a living creature and not a mere rope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pulled to one side, thn... Adjustments... same if pulled to the other side also..&lt;br /&gt;Cant remain at the middle for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zeal arises, to get free and fly high...&lt;br /&gt;The lust for life, pulls you back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to one side, ur other half will ache for life long..&lt;br /&gt;Tend to the other, Oh no... u will long eternally for the missing half....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feasible solution, is to remain as u r, nd to let u get pulled...&lt;br /&gt;as a rope, like in Tug of War..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115883782791373788?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/09/tug-of-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115557038889977241</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T23:56:50.996-07:00</atom:updated><title>History of the ancient religion.....</title><description>Witches, Druids, Magicians, Magick.... sounds like words from ancient history or some primitive culture ?? &lt;br /&gt;Well these terms have no bearing on our new era... they might luk like completly anonymous terms to the new generation.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paganism, what it is nd what it implies... Thru this blog, what i intend is to give a brief intro abt Paganism... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paganism , a world wide faith, is a vibrant and diverse spiritual community grounded on the respect of ancient pagan religion, reverence for nature, worshipping many god nd godess... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In simple words, the Pagans celebrate with the nature... the various natural forces as their deity... &lt;br /&gt;they celebrate the seasons as their festivals..... &lt;br /&gt;Pagans practice magick as an art of their religion. &lt;br /&gt;Magick nd not the ordinary Magic tht u see every day. Even though they differ only by one letter in spelling, the actual meaning of these two words carry a gigantic difference (which will be explained some other time ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Pagan" owes its origin to the Latin word for civilian. Those who belong to this religion lived outside the city at ancient times. When the Romans and the inhibitants of the Major cities in Europe started getting converted to Christinaity, Pagans and those who practices Wicca (practitioners of Magick) were termend Non-Christians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1100 marked a semicolon in the pagan religion and practices. Nobody preacticed the art of Wicca in public. At those times mass murders of the Pagan cult members were done by the kings men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1700's a certain book called Malleus Maleficarum was produced by two dominician monks, and under the laws of this book, the pagans, wiccans, nd witches were executed. &lt;br /&gt;Later on in the 1950's this book and its laws were abolished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally in 1985, Wicca became a legalized religion in the US &amp; UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goes the history of Paganism and Wicca... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy : The Internet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115557038889977241?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/08/history-of-ancient-religion_14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115494799599326574</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-12T03:20:55.830-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Zahir" made me write this...</title><description>Yesterday i started reading Zahir,  finished only a few pages, in between gt stuck in a quote...&lt;br /&gt;Nt a quote xactly, a line , just scribbed by the author....it goes like this... "Someone leaves, just because someone else is about to arrive..."&lt;br /&gt;Wot is our life ? A resting place, an inn, wer smbody can cm , take a place nd thn leave weneva they feel like..... Is it so...&lt;br /&gt;There is a story which says, whenever you giv sm1 a place in ur heart, u r givin a part of ur heart to them, nd whenever they r givin u bak a place in their heart, that part, which u hav given to dem ,will b replaced by the part given by them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh im losing track.... i wnated to rite abt lonliness...&lt;br /&gt;The most scary thng... scary than death.... thts wot lonliness is... isnt it??&lt;br /&gt;I will  put it like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If u live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so that I never have to live without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This implies the fear about lonliness... the fear about isolation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOh Goddddddd&lt;br /&gt;mera philo mood khatam ho gaya.....&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeee ;-)))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115494799599326574?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/08/zahir-made-me-write-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115397959922321119</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-29T07:55:10.920-07:00</atom:updated><title>Monkey in my Office</title><description>Heeeeeeeeeey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a dream yesterdayyyyyyy, 4'O clk in da morning....i saw,&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda wiered,but dat can b passed since its a dream...&lt;br /&gt;so here goes my dream....&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw a monkey, coming for work ,in my office......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Really...... it came wearing a proper formal dress, and also a cell phone was there in its hand........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nd we were all wrkin normally as if nuttin has happpnd.... it seems we were used to it nd it hav been wrkin here frm a long time, say some 8, 9 mnths.... ;-)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thn it switched on the pc and started wrkn normally... But eventhough its sophisticated,it wuld shoe its traits, riteeee.... yes it did.... it started sending me ip msgs...... non stop... hi hi hi.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kinda funny 1s.... oh my godddddd, only thn i realised hw nice is it to play wt a monkey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its this morning, wen i came to da office ,I realised..... GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!! it was here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin der in a mud(sorta creamish) colored trousers nf a greyish blue shirt, sendin me ip........&lt;br /&gt;was nt at all a dream den...........&lt;br /&gt;The sophisticated monkey in our office.......&lt;br /&gt;hi hi hi....&lt;br /&gt;ppl, if u read this blog..... nd if u culd guess who dat is..... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure, our SM(sophisticated Monkey ) wll comment soon.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115397959922321119?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/07/monkey-in-my-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115379940368606256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T01:54:30.283-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tuesday Morning.....</title><description>Tuesday mornings are tuesday mornings..... wot else...&lt;br /&gt;wot do u xpect me to write????like dis ;-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gt up early in a tuesday morning..... wow !!!! wot a beauty nature hav blessed us with... i knelt in front of mother nature nd praised her benevolence......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I tasted the sweet smell of flowers, the cool breeze and the wonderful sunshine... Ohhh., the sun... i culdn just take my eyes out of u... hw kind u r in providing us light(only for the whole day ok...hi hi hi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really miss u at nites ;-)))))))))&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NEVA RITE NYTHNG OF THIS SORT..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey but this tuesday morning is a lil special..... nd i wanna share tht secret wt u ppl....&lt;br /&gt;its smthng tht happened to me.... smthng which i felt....... jo meine mehsoos kiya.....&lt;br /&gt;scroll dwn..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mujhe aaj idli ke saath VADA nahi mila :(((( "&lt;br /&gt;;-)))))))&lt;br /&gt;thts all 4 nwwwwwww........&lt;br /&gt;baakki pinne....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115379940368606256?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuesday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350342.post-115330930656282476</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-10T04:33:14.410-08:00</atom:updated><title>just now</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my first post in ma first blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u knw im feelin damn hungry just nw, damn damn damn hungry..... nd i found out dat nt even me, but poo nd shruti(pooja nd shruti who are ma best frmdz) are also feelin da same.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thn it made me thnk abt hunger.... wot is it??? people say its a feelin, my dad say its a state of mnd, which we can very well overcum wtout eatin nythng nd just by nt thinkin abt it.... I knw wots makin him say this... its bcz me, his one nd only daughter is alwwwwwwaaaaaaaaays hungry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Neither love nor happiness, not even my shadow......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hunger !!! my constant companion..... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey ppl dn wry.... i'll giv a brief introduction abt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Im Gauri...... Oh the rest all is obvious frm dat name ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jus kiddin ok.... hi hi hi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I didn knw wot a blog was,bfore i saw Wali's, Wali Omer Khan is nother  chweeet  frnd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh inbetween i gt a call frm ma PM, gt a lil scared as i was sleepin 4 da last 2 hrs in da ladies room.... ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Again hunger is responsible.... bcz of dat i had a heavy lunch nd thts y i felt sleeepy ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heyyyyyyy its snax time.... gotcha goooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cmn galzzzzz (poo nd shruti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(earlier our gang used to b  a bigggg 1, wt a strength of 10 ppl, nw just 4 r left, nd frm dat 2 will also shed off fast :(( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rest after snx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;buh byeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NB:dn xpect nythng serious frm this blog ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31350342-115330930656282476?l=gaurichandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gaurichandran.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gauri Chandran)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>