<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381</id><updated>2011-10-24T11:03:52.969+05:30</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='richard gere'/><category term='18'/><category term='results'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='Jimmy Eat World'/><category term='list'/><category term='auto'/><category term='sadistic'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='deathly hallows'/><category term='drive'/><category term='422'/><category term='random'/><category term='bombay'/><category term='tag'/><category term='spiderman 3'/><category term='icse results 2007'/><category term='bus'/><category term='23'/><category term='aap kaa surroor'/><category term='shilpa shetty'/><category term='school days'/><category term='book 7'/><title type='text'>My crazy world</title><subtitle type='html'>I read somewhere that you can't be old and wise if you haven't been young and wild. Too bad for me, neither is going to work!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-580680618693795582</id><published>2011-05-22T16:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:44:04.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oblivion</title><content type='html'>The life and love that you once knew, doesn't exist anymore. Whatdoyado? Wait for it to come back? Go back in past, capture those moments heavily. Or just while away time and let your present get away as well?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move through all phases, and you will realize none of them are pretty. One day you will turn emotionless, numb and questionably heartless - something very different from what you used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The innocence has gone with the past. The lines on the face are appearing fast. You are growing up or some would call it, maturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough, you look in the mirror and don't recognize the person staring back at you. You don't look or feel the same, and the body, has a mind of its own and again, doesn't look or feel the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought a year could make so much difference to one person. You were a person who was just exploring life and love, and on the road, you forgot yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatdoyado now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-580680618693795582?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/580680618693795582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=580680618693795582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/580680618693795582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/580680618693795582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2011/05/oblivion.html' title='Oblivion'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5780045833356524909</id><published>2010-12-26T22:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:07:51.574+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about Mumbai that makes you want to write a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I do know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the USA, if you are studying, you have absolutely no time to update blogs. Updating on Facebook or Twitter is a big enough deal already. Chatting with friends and keeping in touch with people is a bigger deal. Pressure of studies, projects and no food just takes a big toll on your life and turns it round 180 degrees. It really happened. 12.5 hours behind India. Absolute day and night difference. Really, troublesome life it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't say this to discourage the people planning their studies abroad, but I say this to prepare my darling juniors mentally to know that it is a difficult life in USA. Something that we MU students are not used to, something different that is totally worth experiencing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back in Mumbai for the winter break. And these past 4 months have been a wonderful journey. I have always wanted to live and study in the USA and being there, I just feel a big change in myself.  I can't give names to the change, neither can I explain it. All I know is, something good happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm here for the vacations, I'm enjoying it. Loving meeting people I love. Loving telling people about stories of my life over there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't possibly write much here, but it's been a nice journey. Looking forward to a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5780045833356524909?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5780045833356524909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5780045833356524909&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5780045833356524909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5780045833356524909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-different.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5541263241108224216</id><published>2010-09-19T05:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T05:21:28.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A crooked life</title><content type='html'>As my post no. 101, this is a dedication to a new life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those who still read this blog and are still in college, don't be surprised if this turns up in Insignia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A crooked life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exactly a month after reaching the US, I sort of don’t remember how it was being back in India. Now I won’t say that I don’t &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;miss &lt;/i&gt;India but I honestly can’t remember how I lived life before this. Cooking your own food, doing your own laundry, spending your own damn money... it’s a very new concept for a person like me who has been living with their parents for the past 22 years. But once you come here, you are suddenly independent, you are suddenly alone and more importantly, you turn into - you. This is what your parents have raised you for. To stand on your own feet. To make something of yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all dawns on you the first day that you are here. Before that there is a lot of crying at the airport followed by shameless self-indulgence in food on the airplane, especially if you’re travelling alone. A word of advice, on the airplane, don’t ever get talking to people around you (strangers or friends) about your life in India, because suddenly you may just get sad and get the urge to go skydiving without a parachute. Don’t even talk about the future. Talk about general topics like movies, music and books. Or better, keep quiet and watch your in-flight entertainment or just do others a favour and sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first 24 hours are filled with a lot of numbness and overconfidence. One comes here thinking we can conquer anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ma’m do you want something to drink?” &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Orange Juice! Bring it on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ma’m would you like a veg meal or a chicken meal?” &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Chicken! Bring it oonn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ma’m that would be $5.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;That’s a lot. Oh well, I’m going to get a job and start earning soon. Bring it ooonnn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The numbness is due to the fact you don’t know how to act or react or even be. This happens a lot when you are here, better get used to it. The overconfidence shatters on the orientation day when you start imagining situations of assignments without photocopies and nobody to copy from. Also, you realize the competition that exists for jobs; you just know you cannot even afford to pay for overconfidence. That is when life begins here. And everything becomes second nature to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving on, every person who comes here comes with their eccentricities, their culture and moreover, their &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hygiene &lt;/i&gt;habits. Honestly, nothing is worse in this world than having a roommate who is a slob. Find some clean people, convince them to come to your university and you are set for the next 2 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A month later with no job but with lovely people around me, a lot has changed in me– from inside and outside. You lose weight because of lack of (motivation to cook) food and a lot of walking around because well, you can’t afford a cab or bus ride. How you wish auto-rickshaws existed here as well! On the inside, I am the same but a lot stronger (and numb) in addition to the happy, which is purely dedicated to the people around you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish you all a wonderful life; hope to see some familiar faces here soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5541263241108224216?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5541263241108224216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5541263241108224216&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5541263241108224216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5541263241108224216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2010/09/crooked-life.html' title='A crooked life'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3810785532512703326</id><published>2010-07-17T13:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:34:22.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beware: Cynic on the loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention, seekers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay heed to the above phrase. If the comma had not been there, I would've been calling, rather accusing all of you of being an attention seeker. But, would I be wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of people who like to seek attention are also called wannabes. But, living in Bombay, we'd say that this place is full of them. Having said that, I also want to encourage the words attention seekers than wannabes. Derogatory the latter sounds, right? Being an attention seeker is something everyone inherently excels in. Wannabes, not everyone, because of course, the word has a negative connotation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a country full of phonies. We survive in a virtual world of social networking websites or applications. For example, a person with whom you may be good friends with on Facebook, but in person, it's a different ball game altogether. Bet you can't even find two words to say after "Hey, wassup?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the internet, everyone has a chance to sound cool, witty (given enough time frame to retort to someone's wise-ass comment) . It forms this mask, that very few people know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know I'm not the first one to point it out, and I ain't going to be the last. On facebook, twitter, or even this blog.. We seek people who would pay attention to what we have to say. Some might call it expressing their opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are categories in such kinds of people as well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Who claim that they do not care about people commenting on their status, tweets or articles, but actually care.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Who actually don't give a rat's fart. These are self-sufficient people. Who-the-fuck-gives-a-fuck kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking over this again I realized, nobody is mutually exclusive to one category. So well, the point of this post is, umm.. pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good to be back though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3810785532512703326?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3810785532512703326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3810785532512703326&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3810785532512703326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3810785532512703326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2010/07/beware-cynic-on-loose.html' title='Beware: Cynic on the loose'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-176774038757343782</id><published>2010-01-23T17:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:31:16.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The luck factor</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in buses if I have a seat (rare occassion).. I get scared if a female who is a little plump around the waist stands near me.. especially those working females.. Why?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I feel (and I have actually mistaken that) they are pregnant and I get up to offer my seat to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she is pregnant, I have done a wonderful deed but giving them my seat to them. I feel really proud of myself on such days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she is NOT pregnant, I lost my seat and trust me, NO WOMAN likes to be called pregnant especially when she's not. It's like a slap in the face. Hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I understand what's going through your head now. I'm not the kind who politely smiles and offers the seat. I actually chit-chat because I want to &lt;i&gt;confirm &lt;/i&gt;that the person I'm offering my seat to, is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; pregnant and not some sly, plump female who is taking my seat on grounds of &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; pregnant. So there is 50-50 chance of me being right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I have been right, sometimes I have lost my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, for those who do not know, there are 2 laws that work in buses - (Dimple's laws, not Murphy's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The day you are super tired and don't have strength to stand- you will never get a seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) On days you are full of energy, you will find a seat to rest your ass on without any difficulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the latter happens, I do not miss an opportunity to rest my ass. I may have let it go for short distances, but since I live in a village out of Mumbai, I don't usually do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the former happens, I do the following things to gain sympathy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look all sad and tired (I already feel that from inside, but now I have to "show" it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at my watch, look at the crowd and sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;On rare occassions, someone actually gets up and tells you to sit down in their seat even though there are equally good competitors around. Bless that soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somedays, according to the laws, you just can't help but stand in the crowded bus, get pushed around and give dirty looks to stupid men staring at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somedays you have all the luck. I hate such days :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-176774038757343782?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/176774038757343782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=176774038757343782&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/176774038757343782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/176774038757343782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2010/01/luck-factor.html' title='The luck factor'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4366380475228776928</id><published>2010-01-11T14:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:13:10.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He's got the look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once you've stayed in Mumbai or roamed around the streets of Mumbai long enough, you often see this happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realistically speaking, it can happen to anyone. You don't need to be a driver. You can just be a passenger in a rickshaw or car or a pillion on a bike to notice this. We've seen it in a gazillion movies too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens alot. It happens all the time. It's like falling in love, but in reality is quite the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love at first sight", they say, "is merely physical". But THIS look, is quite a deeper emotional feeling. Therefore, not love at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I should reveal what I am talking about before I lose my readers on grounds of being too cryptic. Let me explain - I'm sure most people have seen this happening - When an autorickshawwalla can see another vehicle trying to take a turn, YET he cuts him .. or "threatens" him slowly by accelerating at 1 kmph and if the other driver is able to take th turn successfully.. while passing each other.. they give each other THE LOOK!  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is the look that is not at all love and I find this look absolutely hilarious. I've found myself laughing many a times while driving if someone gives me a look. I have made it a point to give the look to many people while driving too. The look signifies utter disgust at the way the other person is driving even though you may not be doing a good job yourself. But it has become rather mandatory to give the look and I like sticking to social norms, even if it's just for the 2 minutes of pointless laughing !  The look says it all, "HEY, BUTT OUT", "THIS IS MY ROAD ALSO",  "EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, do watch out for it and let me know your experience :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4366380475228776928?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4366380475228776928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4366380475228776928&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4366380475228776928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4366380475228776928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-got-look.html' title='He&apos;s got the look'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5928800903253329440</id><published>2009-11-27T12:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:47:27.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling on my head</title><content type='html'>The two days that it rained in November were simply beautiful (courtesy : &lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/news/india/what_is_cyclone_phyan.php"&gt;Cyclone Phyan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everyone had status updates as "November Rain" etc. Cliched as it sounds, we were all very excited to be a part of it (the rains, not the cyclone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the funniest Facebook status updates I read was of &lt;a href="http://acousticity.wordpress.com/"&gt;Rishkul&lt;/a&gt; who said - "Mumbai has a bypass capacitor across it"  LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, those days are long gone, winter has officially set in -  short days, long nights, but wait, IT'S NOT COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are in 10 days. But no studies happening thanks to MS applications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope and pray my friends for 26/11 victims. Let us hope anything like it never happens again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5928800903253329440?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5928800903253329440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5928800903253329440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5928800903253329440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5928800903253329440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/11/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep falling on my head'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-120729006850944311</id><published>2009-11-15T18:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:58:31.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random day before submissions</title><content type='html'>Running. 8.30 am. Dsp likhna hai. Hope somebody wrote new expts. Lab? Yes, lab. Enter. HOT air. AC not working kya? It is. Stupid people. Eh &lt;b&gt;Sachin,&lt;/b&gt; koi naya aaya kya? &lt;i&gt;Haa, but I've given it to &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Go to Y. After you finish, give it to me.. without fail! &lt;i&gt;Haa&lt;/i&gt;. Code hai kya? &lt;i&gt;Nahi&lt;/i&gt;. Shucks. What do I write now? SE assign! Damn. Proj group kidhar hai? &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;, give me the list of SE assign again pls. 14?! WTF! How many are you done with? Wow, give me some common ones that I can write. Start writing. Thank God I bought a new Cello Pointec today. Too much to write. 10.30am &lt;b&gt;Divya&lt;/b&gt; walks in. &lt;i&gt;Hey, kya likh rahi hai? Give it to me after you are done. *&lt;/i&gt;Disappears* Still writing. 4-5 assign done. 1 pm. Anybody coming to Shettys/ Vrindavan? Bahut bhookh lagi hai. Run. Choose any between Anda pav/ Frankie / Idli. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*break ke baad*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit kitna likhna hai. &lt;b&gt;Ashish &lt;/b&gt;appears, we have to go meet the guide. He's super pissed. Chal let's go. Get everyone together. Smile is our motto. Sir, itna hua hai. &lt;i&gt;Baadmein aayo. I am very busy now. Come after 5. &lt;/i&gt;Relief! Write. SE assign related proj. DSP write ups. Oh fuck DSP writeup. Hey &lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;, I am taking your journal  home today.&lt;i&gt; I already gave it to someone else.&lt;/i&gt; Fahqueue! Hey &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;, I am taking your DSP journal home. &lt;i&gt;Yes ok.&lt;/i&gt; Thanks, I love you! Ok now that is done. Where is my proj group??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody walks in. Stupid lab. Still hot. Dumbass AC. Did not realize it's 5 pm. &lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;E prof is correcting assign. Line lagao&lt;/i&gt;. Hey, what all is she asking? &lt;i&gt;Nothing for the common assigns. Only proj ones.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Proj thing she takes over an hour.&lt;/i&gt; Everyone runs. Ha, fresh air! I love you ACs. &lt;i&gt;Did he just say an hour?&lt;/i&gt; Everyone comes back. Will go later. Damn the ACs. Write. &lt;i&gt;Hey Dimple, white ink de na! &lt;/i&gt;Take.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yug &lt;/b&gt;laughing in one corner. Why re? &lt;i&gt;Everything is so much out of control, that all we can do is laugh. &lt;/i&gt;LOL. True.  5.30pm. Stomach growls. Anybody got anything to eat? *Divya reappears* Nutri-choice 5 grain. Bless her. Anybody for chai in canteen? Can hear Anish in the background abuse the person who created DSP. He then abuses the pen. He also never forgot to abuse the paper/table/prof/AC/College et al. LOL. Back to writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly realize that applications work is left. SOP likhna hai. * hindi gaali in mind * Run. Hey listen Ashish, Divya me running home, I have work to do. *disappears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-120729006850944311?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/120729006850944311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=120729006850944311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/120729006850944311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/120729006850944311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-day-before-submissions.html' title='Random day before submissions'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5116999061947399891</id><published>2009-10-31T01:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:02:37.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Day...</title><content type='html'>.. of October :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes 31st October. Had to post something today. As long as I can remember, I loved Octobers. My birthday obviously had alot to do with it. But there is something about the air in Oct that you can't help but love. The magical feeling you get when you realize that winter's going to start. The funny little jumps in your heart while walking in the cool evenings.. the feelings which indicate something good will happen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month started off as a &lt;a href="http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/blocked-zone.html"&gt;blocked zone&lt;/a&gt; but 26 days later, I have a very active blog - the most active it has been since February!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a really bad habit of engineers to blog only in the PLs. Look into the archives of any engineer's blog and Nov/Dec and May/Jun will have definitely have posts on how frustrating life is, how we want to break away, etc. (Yours truly included :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my batchmates, juniors and seniors spice up their blogs real soon coz PLs starting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another semester flew past us. I don't know how many will agree to this, but sem 7 was the best sem till now. Fun wise. I wish for an even better sem 8. Evanescent engineering life :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope for a great year end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S - exams end on 31st dec :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5116999061947399891?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5116999061947399891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5116999061947399891&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5116999061947399891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5116999061947399891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day.html' title='Last Day...'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2198196570660847393</id><published>2009-10-25T18:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:02:24.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dark nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As funny as it could be,&lt;div&gt;As  foolish as it could be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not referring to anything specific. I am usually a morning person - most productive in the mornings (study-wise), fresh and happy in the morning. Like mom says - Early to bed, early to rise keeps a (w0)man healthy, wealthy and wise. I couldn't agree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have become a bit of an insomniac and I'm loving it. Not something to love for a person who loves 8 hours sleep but I guess the beauty of the night keeps me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The harmony that it brings with itself with the serenity is not found anywhere - well except Marine Drive at any time of the day! But honestly, things seem to get clearer at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always admired people's dedication to stay up late and do all their work at night. Today I realized that it's as good as being up in the day - nothing something to 'admire' - that too in people. People are fools, have I mentioned that already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession - The reason why I am forcing myself to stay up is not clear to me yet. I guess I just am looking for my silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in my favourite place - the parapet next to the window - at 2 am, I wish for only one thing and it's not sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S - Mumbai's temperature is dropping. Looking forward to a good, cold winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2198196570660847393?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2198196570660847393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2198196570660847393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2198196570660847393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2198196570660847393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-nights.html' title='Dark nights'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1904508272499709443</id><published>2009-10-21T19:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:58:05.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story with a moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ding! A pop-up shows "Hey wassup?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look up from the desk. Z. He was pinging. Why now? I was peacefully writing my assignment while listening to good music and he had to ping me now. I don't want to talk to him. I don't even like talking to him. Doesn't he get that? No. The sweet person that I am, I had a nice chat with him in monosyllables and politely said " I have to work now, talk later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A downpour of sad emoticons later, he said "Go. Bye :( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day - same routine on SMS. That too NATIONAL SMS. If it was standard rate I don't even mind replying - but Rs. 2 for each damn SMS just to say GO AWAY politely! Not happening Sirji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't be tough with people. It's my vice. But everyday I couldn't bear such mentally torturing exchange of messages. You think I should've just not replied right? I did. Many times. Did not work. Do you know why? Because he ended up calling if I didn't reply! And if I didn't answer the calls? Flood of messages saying "You didn't reply or answer my call! :( :( :(" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe me I tried my best to get out of this forceful fraandship by ignoring every call, every message for two weeks! Then I just got fed up. If I want to talk to you, I will call or sms. You don't have to be so pushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my friend X helped me develop a plan to get rid of him. He said "Tell him that I am your  boyfriend, he'll run away as fast as he can!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought that was too harsh and he will probably wonder why I didn't tell him about my so called boyfriend two weeks ago when I met him. After a week of ignoring the calls and messages and a victim to phone calls from a random numbers (which ended up being Z calling from friends' number) I accepted X's advice and I messaged him - "My boyfriend does not like me talking to you!" He replied - "Ok then I will not call, enjoy your life, bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a sadist at times and this was one of them. I laughed. The plan worked. A million thanks to X. But sadly, this still isn't over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He still pings once a while. No sms and calls thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys cannot get too pushy with a girl (and vice-versa I guess). A guy has to behave like a guy - cool, distant and warm at the same time. You try too hard and it's never going to work. Take my word for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1904508272499709443?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1904508272499709443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1904508272499709443&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1904508272499709443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1904508272499709443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-with-moral.html' title='Story with a moral'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6354459035368962558</id><published>2009-10-20T20:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:59:30.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Progress(ing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adatelessdiary.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, who updates almost everyday and somehow they're always such meaningful posts. *idiot* :-P   that  I have decided to update blog much more often.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of random things coming your way. Stay tuned! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S - I can't believe you guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; liked my dirty Hindi poem !!! Lol! Very surprised I must say. Nevertheless, it enourages me to put up more stupid things like this :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6354459035368962558?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6354459035368962558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6354459035368962558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6354459035368962558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6354459035368962558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/progressing.html' title='Progress(ing)'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8333926580286498312</id><published>2009-10-19T01:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:27:04.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A poem in Hindi for no reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kuch log, kabhi bahut tang karte hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kabhi kuch bolte nahi hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kuch poocho toh kehte hai "kuch nahi",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kaise kaise log hote hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;unse pyaar bahut hai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;magar woh unhe lagta nahi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kehto toh bahut hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;par kabhi unka pyar nikalta nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hum sochne lagte hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ki shaayad woh ek din badalenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ab jaa kar samjha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;woh kya, hum hi badal gaye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;baat nahi karte hum abhi kisise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pyaar nahi jatate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kabhi koi kuch humein keh de,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;toh bura nahi maante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;badal gaye hai hum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;badal gayi hai duniya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;par badala nahi hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pyar tumse utna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kaisa laga? :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8333926580286498312?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8333926580286498312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8333926580286498312&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8333926580286498312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8333926580286498312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-in-hindi-for-no-reason.html' title='A poem in Hindi for no reason'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7197964226827930833</id><published>2009-10-17T18:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:11:59.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shubh Deepawali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brand new post from brand new laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so addicted to this thing that I have kept my cellphone aside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha, my mom can't stop saying "Stop getting addicted to stupid technology" but even she can't help admiring this beauty that is my laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been a very good month I think, after the GRE fiasco. I have a feeling things are going my way and things will go my way if I do what I am doing.. *it's a secret, do not ask*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leaving a few inspirational quotes for a wonderful year ahead! Happy Diwali everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some quotes by Dalai Lama XIV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div class="quoteText" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I need to follow these ones religiously!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it's not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Choose to be optimistic, it feels better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Dalai Lama's Instructions for life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the three R's:&lt;br /&gt;- Respect for self.&lt;br /&gt;- Respect for others.&lt;br /&gt;- Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a little dispute injure a great relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time alone everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge your success by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon."&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7197964226827930833?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7197964226827930833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7197964226827930833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7197964226827930833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7197964226827930833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/shubh-deepawali.html' title='Shubh Deepawali'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7550621981489060162</id><published>2009-10-08T22:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:58:28.341+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On my first day of internship, in a seminar, my boss said, “Man is a creature of habit but I am a creature of the in-habit!” What he meant to say was that he loves change, he cannot stick to routines and even two days consecutively he cannot wake up at the same time in the morning! At this point in the seminar, I actually wanted to shout “Me too, me too!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Honestly, I love change. I love dynamics. I do not like static and I cannot do a desk job ever! I hate routines! I am not saying that discipline is wrong – things should be done in moderation. I am not a stickler, nor am I a slob. But I cannot make my life predictable by following a routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find that one thing I am very particular about though. I can ‘let go’ easily. I wish that was the same case with emotions though. I do wear my heart on my sleeve and more often than not, have gotten hurt. I do not wish to get hurt, so I am learning the art of detachment from a dear friend! (Paradox) :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working on SOP. It’s going to be one laborious task, but it’s something I have to get done, provided I’m still applying. I decided the other day that I will try for MIS. Chuck CS. Then while talking to a friend, I realized, I am going to be spending crazy loads of money to do my Master’s and I don’t even know what I want to do in life. Do I want CS? MIS? MBA? (I know MBA ain’t it coz I want work ex before I do an MBA) Doesn’t it make more sense to wait for a year or two before jumping the gun? That way, I’ll hopefully know what I want to do, and I will have clarity about what I like and what I do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I turned 21 two days back. I really don't feel any change coz the way I look at things completely changed this year - that helped me grow wiser (maybe I am not the wisest person around) and stronger and of course - grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy today, and I don't know why. Maybe that's why I was so happy. I don't need a reason. I know things will be okay and I will hope and pray that they do soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As all know, Hope IS a good thing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7550621981489060162?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7550621981489060162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7550621981489060162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7550621981489060162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7550621981489060162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-in-control.html' title='Life in control.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5977564537357755124</id><published>2009-10-04T16:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:45:44.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blocked zone</title><content type='html'>I just am finding it very hard to get myself to write something useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5977564537357755124?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5977564537357755124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5977564537357755124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5977564537357755124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5977564537357755124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/10/blocked-zone.html' title='Blocked zone'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4738554513536608550</id><published>2009-09-21T12:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:25:20.385+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotable quotes.</title><content type='html'>"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when their right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."&lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe (Marilyn: Her Life in Her Own Words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song."&lt;br /&gt;— Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept."&lt;br /&gt;— George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."&lt;br /&gt;— Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This above all: to thine own self be true,&lt;br /&gt;And it must follow, as the night the day,&lt;br /&gt;Thou canst not then be false to any man."&lt;br /&gt;— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter."&lt;br /&gt;— Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."&lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are made to be loved not understood."&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde (An Ideal Husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The very essence of romance is uncertainty."&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4738554513536608550?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4738554513536608550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4738554513536608550&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4738554513536608550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4738554513536608550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/09/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable quotes.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6060798528009424389</id><published>2009-09-14T21:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:42:52.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>7 rules and Life.</title><content type='html'>" People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is beauty, admire it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream, realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game, play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song, sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is luck, make it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life, fight for it."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;— Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6060798528009424389?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6060798528009424389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6060798528009424389&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6060798528009424389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6060798528009424389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-rules.html' title='7 rules and Life.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1163816463813955382</id><published>2009-09-05T12:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:08:23.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, the 5th of September, year 2009, is one of the most beautiful days in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Mumbai, you would know that it's been raining rather continuously since last night. It rained all morning too. Now it stopped. It's bright, but it's not hot. It's cloudy, but it's not raining. It's cool, yes it's just very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my window I can see a building under construction. Usually the clangor of the saw or those things they make the grill with, bother me alot, especially when I'm trying to study. But today it's very calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road in front of my building is usually a silent one, but you can always hear cars or buses or trucks passing by from the other streets and the noise is unbearable. Today, everything has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is clear, the air is fresh, the trees verdant and the view unobtrusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am staring out of the window like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1163816463813955382?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1163816463813955382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1163816463813955382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1163816463813955382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1163816463813955382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5077555715086611639</id><published>2009-08-16T20:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:57:36.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fight.</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere sometime back and I think it goes for anyone and everyone who has thought of quitting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DON'T QUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the tide is lowest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just about to turn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit over doubts and questions,&lt;br /&gt;For there's something you may learn.&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the night is darkest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just a while 'til dawn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when you've run the farthest,&lt;br /&gt;For the race is almost won.&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the hill is steepest,&lt;br /&gt;For your goal is almost nigh;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit, for you're not a failure&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL YOU FAIL TO TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jill Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5077555715086611639?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5077555715086611639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5077555715086611639&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5077555715086611639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5077555715086611639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/08/fight.html' title='Fight.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2058798482326256759</id><published>2009-08-08T23:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:18:28.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Move on, Man.</title><content type='html'>When you're happy, rather content with something.. are you scared to lose it ? It obviously has to mean alot to you that you feel happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learnt and observed around me is that people don't take too much time to move on. It's good in a way. But not so much on second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you know it's ok to move on? What is the standard allotted time to move on? What do people consider normal time to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a fast generation, no doubt. We do not want to live where things are slow and dull. We need dynamic. We need change. We don't want to wait for anybody but would want others to wait for us so we can catch up. We are selfish. We are cold. We don't live a happy life anymore, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the career. We assume that once the career is settled, we will enjoy everything else then? What if it doesn't ever get settled? Will you never enjoy the goodness of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fourth year that's making me say all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WE ARE MOVING ON.. too fast sometimes.. too slow sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This too shall pass", said somebody in some movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2058798482326256759?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2058798482326256759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2058798482326256759&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2058798482326256759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2058798482326256759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-on-man.html' title='Move on, Man.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8123130111059145965</id><published>2009-07-23T21:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:58:27.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hate saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>Rohit and I were both stuck at 89 posts 10 days back. We decided to do 100 together. But obviously didn't happen since he has a million things to do before he leaves on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm going to miss you both so much Rohit and Deepu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you both the best for your future. Do not forget me and please keep in touch (Gtalk almost every night, don't forget :-P)&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to cross paths sometime someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hate saying goodbye so I will not say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8123130111059145965?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8123130111059145965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8123130111059145965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8123130111059145965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8123130111059145965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-saying-goodbye.html' title='Hate saying goodbye'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3955502663750821832</id><published>2009-07-13T19:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:48:41.868+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>I was just reading few of my previous posts, and I can't believe I've written some of them. Honestly, I don't think I'm a bad writer. I can express myself pretty well. But why have I lost it then ? I just can't seem to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Every sentence above has an 'I' in it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write a post on how I would like to have a boyfriend who splurges on me (thanks for reminding Deepu) but then I changed my mind coz I realized I don't need a man to make me happy! (not in a perverted way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3955502663750821832?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3955502663750821832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3955502663750821832&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3955502663750821832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3955502663750821832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7459281888482662765</id><published>2009-07-08T20:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:02:06.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poker (K)nights</title><content type='html'>Ross : "I play poker to win. For me to win, others have to lose. So when we play poker, don't expect to be a nice guy.. coz once those cards are dealt...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: "...yeah? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross: "I'm not a nice guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker is one of the funnest games to play. I love playing poker, with friends... not the virtual thing on FB :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker nights are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to start something like that in college... not with real money of course.. just the chips we used in Casino Royale :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7459281888482662765?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7459281888482662765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7459281888482662765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7459281888482662765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7459281888482662765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/07/poker-knights.html' title='Poker (K)nights'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3501662607660862757</id><published>2009-06-24T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:31:26.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>With A Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if I sang out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to try with a little help from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when my love is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does it worry you to be alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel by the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are you sad because you're on your own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe in a love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you turn out the light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need somebody to love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3501662607660862757?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3501662607660862757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3501662607660862757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3501662607660862757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3501662607660862757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With A Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5905955079390360709</id><published>2009-06-12T15:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:12:48.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Juhu beach</title><content type='html'>Walking on Juhu Beach yesterday made me realize some things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          There is something in the air, which makes you feel good instantly. Hope. Belief. Faith maybe. It’s like this healing place, where suddenly, all of your thoughts and feelings which may have been clustered for quite some time, are absolutely gone. You feel clear. Happy. I don’t know how many would agree to it, but I feel different from the past few days. Feel like I’ve never been so clear in my life. And makes me wonder, how did I not see the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         You feel like a kid every time you go there. It always brings back memories from childhood and I remember all the Giant Wheel rides, all the bhutta, all the gola. It’s a part of heaven, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         You can be there with absolutely no money and still have a wonderful time just walking around in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Somebody mentioned it to me; all kinds of people are found on Juhu Beach. No matter the age, the caste, the bank balance, the occupation, marital status, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         There are people usually waiting there –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man waiting for life to happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; A woman waiting for her husband to pick her up while her children play around on the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A child waiting to grow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A person just waiting for things to clear up in his life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A vendor waiting for customers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Children waiting to jump into the water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Some people waiting to get the hell out of there coz it’s so damn crowded!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A girl waiting for him to come, hold her hand and walk with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A man waiting for inspiration and praying for patience to help him get through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Children waiting for the airplane to pass in the dark sky filled with stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, we wait. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;Calvin says ( I think I've said this one before )&lt;br /&gt;"We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there would be a place where we can do enjoy where we are etc - Juhu beach would be it :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The best presents don't come in boxes."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5905955079390360709?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5905955079390360709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5905955079390360709&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5905955079390360709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5905955079390360709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/06/juhu-beach.html' title='Juhu beach'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2033098675358632601</id><published>2009-05-12T20:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:51:10.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>I don't have that drive anymore. I need it back. Something I had in first year where I knew what I was doing and where I wanted to be. Irony is, now I look back and I know that I didn't know what I was doing. I don't know now either but I'm not cocky about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2033098675358632601?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2033098675358632601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2033098675358632601&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2033098675358632601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2033098675358632601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/05/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6935819197895904991</id><published>2009-04-17T23:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:50:03.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My vote of thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are so many people I'd like to thank. They have helped me discover who I am - a very specific part of me and I am unconditionally grateful to them. Without them , I don't think I would be in the position I am in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To all pedestrians,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you walking as if you own the road, I don't think I'd ever be able learn how NOT to run you over or fight the urge to not do so. You have taught me that I should wait for you when you are crossing the road, even if the green signal is on or even if I am at 50kmph - because you own the road, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all cyclists,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for teaching me to drive in the middle of the road, even if I am going at 10kmph, I have as much right to drive on the road as a car at 80kmph. Size doesn't matter is what I'd like to believe, even though it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all auto-rickshaw waalas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are my favourite people on the road. I wish I could drive like you guys - just veer from any side and avoid all potholes, never obey traffic rules - total INDIAN driving . I sincerely wish to conquer that one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all C-segment owners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This may sound rude, I really hope you don't take it personally but I know you guys have the cutest little cars that always find the cutest places to park in, but hey, don't underestimate the power of my Sedan. Still, Thank you for teaching me how NOT to overtake another car (bigger than or equal in size to my car) and teaching me how to park in the most awkward places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Sedan owners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I honestly love you guys. Coz you feel my pain. My happiness. You understand me. Thank you for teaching me to be patient with other sedans and NOT to honk when a fellow sedan goes off in the middle of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all SUVs/MUVs/CRVs/Buses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admire you. I am in awe when I see your power, your smooth control and obviously, your big fat ass! Thank you for showing me that I can easily overpower smaller cars - coz I'm bigger and better than them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely, not the least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the government,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot begin to thank you for making me learn driving the hard way. I am forever grateful to you for your patience to keep the roads as they are, for I know for a fact, you HATE to see the roads in such bad positions but you just want all newbies / noobs to learn the hard way. Thank you for teaching me persistency and inconsistency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6935819197895904991?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6935819197895904991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6935819197895904991&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6935819197895904991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6935819197895904991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-vote-of-thanks.html' title='My vote of thanks'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6529603646485344553</id><published>2009-03-26T12:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:46:28.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I couldn’t wait to turn 18. Not because of my right to vote. Not because of my eligibility to get married (both of which I don’t want to, still). Not because I get a right to sing ’18 till I die’ and mean it. But because, I wanted to drive. I had learnt driving in a rough manner when I was 15 or so and I couldn’t wait to learn ‘officially’. My father, obviously, couldn’t dread it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day came. I got my learner’s permit. Joined the school to learn driving with a friend, which honestly really wasn’t helpful, but it made me happy to drive everyday as my father wouldn’t give me our car! I used to incessantly beg him to let me take our car out in the evening with my mum and after a lot of reluctance, he’d give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( Btw, when you learn to drive, do it with your sibling or driver or someone else. Never with your mom. NEVER. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soon, I was driving pretty well and I wanted to take the car out alone. You can guess what reply I got. Yearning for that one day I get to take the car out alone, I used to day dream a lot. Just the idea of taking out the car, driving along a smooth road, listening to music made me calm and happy. If there was one thing I could do all the time, and not get tired of it, driving would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I did. I took it out on my own. I got it to college one day. It was a terrible, terrible day. I suddenly knew what the ‘real’ world was. I was scared to do it again. It wasn’t that I was a bad, fledgling driver. It was Mumbai. Our roads are so fantastically uneven, that there is no way I can achieve my tranquility while driving. I couldn’t bear the idea of having to drive on the blasphemous roads, where the auto-rickshaws just cut in from anywhere and everywhere, where METRO has been dug up and there is god-forsaken traffic everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It just has ruined the entire equation of driving for me. I wish I could go back to my day dream, but every time I do, my auto-rickshaw fellow takes a tortuous turn and I am back in actuality with a shock! Couple of times, I have found myself back-seat driving in the rickshaw. One day, I guess it must’ve gotten really annoying that my driver had to actually say, &lt;i style=""&gt;“Madam, aap mujhe bas batado kahaan jaana hai, wahaan kaise pahuchenge, yeh mujh par chhod do!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6529603646485344553?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6529603646485344553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6529603646485344553&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6529603646485344553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6529603646485344553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8410117485125158606</id><published>2009-03-25T02:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:10:35.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Overwrought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you wallow in your success, you don’t think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why the hell am I here? I should be a failure&lt;/span&gt;, but when you’re down and out, you often wonder about the things that got you there. Sometimes those things make sense. Sometimes they do not. Actually, 90% of the time, it does not make sense. It hurts you most when you didn’t expect it.  (Yes I know this is just stating facts. Bear with me, I’m going somewhere.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How do you get out of it? How do you get over it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Distract yourself with some good music. Create a blog to vent your feelings. Write down on paper what you feel. Read a book that was always on your list, but never managed to read. Eat chocolates (and eventually grow fat, but that’s not the point I’m going for!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or, just talk about it with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That ‘someone’ can be anyone – parents, sibling and dear friends. It’s really a boon to have that someone in your life, to say absolute nonsense and still get away with everything – without being snubbed or judged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Although, one has to risk being lied to from time to time, as they don’t want to hurt your feelings with the truth. Such are true friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No, you don’t look fat. You’re a very smart person, results don’t show anything. Don’t listen to them, they’re jerks. No, you don’t talk too much. No, you’re not annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes they’re just protecting you because they care. But sometimes, you just need to hear the truth. It may hurt but then these people are the only ones who can tell you that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Err... I am kind of befuddled about my initial plan to write this post. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, to all the people (you know who you are) who have been my ‘someone’ sometime or the other (or still are and hopefully will remain) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; for being there and lying to me, sometimes it’s all you need to raise somebody’s spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8410117485125158606?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8410117485125158606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8410117485125158606&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8410117485125158606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8410117485125158606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/03/overwrought.html' title='Overwrought.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4064101565395161203</id><published>2009-03-06T20:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:07:07.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still existing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" aankhon ka hai dhoka,&lt;br /&gt;aisa tera pyaar,&lt;br /&gt;tera emotional atyachar&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bloody brilliant stuff. Amit Trivedi won my heart with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; Dev D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really cannot understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;people didn't like the movie. It made sense to me. Music was fantastic. Splendid cinematography. Story line and script kept in contemporary terms. What's not to like ? It was better than Slumdog for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my life is filled with GRE and GRE words. I wish I was doing well in tests though. Got EXACTLY a month to go, but hopefully I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Leaving on a Jet Plane' is stuck in my head most of the time in college, thanks to &lt;a href="http://yugisalwaysconfused.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yug&lt;/a&gt;, who is perpetually singing this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't have much to say. This is an update for update's sake, as you may have realized after wasting 3 minutes reading the above bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall take you're leave by throwing a quote of Calvin - &lt;/span&gt;"We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was listening to 'Iris' by Goo Goo Dolls and I just had to type down these lines. I don't know why, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4064101565395161203?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4064101565395161203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4064101565395161203&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4064101565395161203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4064101565395161203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-existing.html' title='Still existing.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5811307939038830113</id><published>2009-02-26T19:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:48:43.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A second-hander</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; the (in)famous courtroom speech. Although, that being on similar lines, is a lot more to understand (and type) than this. You can check that courtroom speech out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nasonart.com/personal/lifelessons/fountainhead.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those who haven't read the book ( and are planning to ),  don't worry, this doesn't spoil the book in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"What was his aim in life? Greatness- in other people's eyes. Fame, admiration, envy -all that which comes from others. Others dictated his convictions, which he did not hold, but he was satisfied that others believed he held them. Others were his motive power. and his prime concern. He didn't want to be great but to be thought great. He didn't want to build, but to be admired as a builder. He borrowed from others in order to make an impression on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man who cheats and lies, but preserves a respectable front. He knows himself to be dishonest ,but others think he's honest and he derives his self-respect from that, second hand. The man who takes credit for an achievement which is not his own. He knows himself to be mediocre, but he's great in the eyes of others. The frustrated wretch who professes love for the inferior and clings to those less endowed, in order to establish his own superiority by comparison. The man whose sol aim is to make money. Now I don't see anything evil in a desire to make money. But money is only a means to some end. If a man wants it for a personal purpose, - to invest in his industry, to create, to study, to travel, to enjoy luxury - he's completely moral. But the men who place money first go much beyond that. Personal luxury is a limited endeavor. What they want is ostentation: to show, to stun, to entertain, to impress others. They're second-handers.Look at our so-called cultural endeavors. A lecturer who spouts some borrowed rehash of nothing at all that means nothing at all to him - and the people who listen and don't give a damn, but sit there in order to tell their friends that they have attended a lecture by a famous name. All second-handers. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Howard Roark in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Ayn Rand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5811307939038830113?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5811307939038830113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5811307939038830113&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5811307939038830113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5811307939038830113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-hander.html' title='A second-hander'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8443163255872043689</id><published>2009-02-19T12:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:48:08.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Patience and Grace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nirvana was the band that started it all for him. He had a huge collection thanks to cousins living abroad who sent over CDs. He didn't care if people in India didn't like it. He was in love with it. It all made sense to him. He used to read articles where “Kurt Cobain was uncomfortable with the attention and placed his focus on the band's music, believing the band's message and artistic vision to have been misinterpreted by the public". Kurt Cobain committed suicide in 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He thought of doing it too, right now. All the time he stood leaning against the wall, he imagined meeting Cobain in heaven and jamming with him. That little day dream made him happy. He smiled. He read the paper in his hand again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Bhaiyya, I am extreme sorry but I just can't take it anymore. I can't tell you where I am going, coz I don't know myself. I couldn't see you, mom and dad in such a bad state. I just am not that strong enough. You are not getting your scholarship to study and mom dad are already in so much debt. I cannot let them pay dowry. So I am going with Vir, wherever he will take me, I know I'll be safe. I love you bhaiyya. Please tell mom and dad that I love them too. I will contact you soon I promise. Love Lalita.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He smiled. He barely had Rs. 3 lakhs saved from his job as an accountant in the last 5 years. His parents would hate to hear that their so-called ‘rockstar’ son couldn’t even get a scholarship. They would hate it more that their daughter eloped with some lover of hers. He smiled again. “Reality continues to ruin my life.” And he walked home wishing his sister would be safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*The End*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;(For those who don't know already, the title of this post and the previous 2 posts - Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace - it's an album of Foo Fighters - listen to it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8443163255872043689?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8443163255872043689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8443163255872043689&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8443163255872043689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8443163255872043689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience-and-grace.html' title='Patience and Grace.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5222031865549459228</id><published>2009-02-14T13:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:50:04.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Echoes.</title><content type='html'>"That's the thing with lyrics; you never want to give away specifics, because it's nice for people to have their own idea or interpretation of the song. But, you know, everyone's been fucked over before and I think a lot of people feel fucked over right now and they're not getting what they were promised, and so something to do with that.", said Dave Grohl, frontman and songwriter of the band 'Foo Fighters' and drummer of 90's most popular grunge band, 'Nirvana'. The song Grohl is talking about is Foo Fighter's The Pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read this on Wikipedia the other day. He loved the band, he loved Dave Grohl from his Nirvana days, and he loved the song. What Grohl said about 'The Pretender' made him love and understand the song more as if it were written for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to be continued... :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5222031865549459228?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5222031865549459228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5222031865549459228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5222031865549459228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5222031865549459228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/02/echoes_14.html' title='Echoes.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5487264064037952672</id><published>2009-02-09T21:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:56:43.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stood there in the dark, leaning against the wall. His head was drooping and he held a piece of paper, crushed by the mere force he held it with. He heard nothing around him. He didn’t even see anyone. He was deep in thought. If he were sitting, you’d think he was meditating. Only he wasn’t.  He stood in silence. No echoes could get him out of his immovable state. You’d think he’d get tired of standing, but he didn’t. He was patient. He didn’t know exactly what he was waiting for. He could’ve gone home hours back and told his parents the news they’d been waiting to hear. Only he didn’t; coz he knew they would be crushed, just like he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ No, it's nothing to do with marks, or engineering for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I like the comments, I will post the remaining part :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5487264064037952672?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5487264064037952672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5487264064037952672&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5487264064037952672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5487264064037952672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/02/silence.html' title='Silence.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4748002514260260515</id><published>2009-02-04T23:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:04:36.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Title courtesy Calvin and Hobbes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time. No mood to write. No time to write. Been derelict towards my blog. And very cantankerous, in general. Haha, go GRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's a pain, spending day and night learning new words and trying to use them, in whatever piffling way i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Also been reading 'The Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand. Everyone talks about how great this book is or how bad it is. Extreme views. So I chose to decide for myself. Anyway, about 250 pages down, the book seems pretty good. I'm hooked onto it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Aaand, other than that, nothing exists. I see people. I hear them talk, laugh, etc. And then I feel disconnected. I don't belong. I'm lost in my own world. I am enjoying it, coz this is new to me. I have always 'done' people. Nobody has 'done' me. I am tired. I am taking a backseat till I finish GRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I promise a long, paisa-vasool type post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; See you then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4748002514260260515?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4748002514260260515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4748002514260260515&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4748002514260260515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4748002514260260515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-never-enough-time-to-do-all.html' title='There&apos;s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7743431349916098589</id><published>2009-01-23T12:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:32:16.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>1 month and 4 days is more than enough to keep a blog pink :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose all my readers, na ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meant 'back to normal', I meant the blog.&lt;br /&gt;My state of mind is as fucked up as it could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Screw the world' is my slogan now, figuratively of course!&lt;br /&gt;I am down with cold and flu thanks to drastic weather change. Damn,I hate Bombay heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College started. Sem SIX. The sem where everything that determines your life happens- GRE and placements. I can't believe it's here already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7743431349916098589?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7743431349916098589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7743431349916098589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7743431349916098589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7743431349916098589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3530252967198720317</id><published>2009-01-19T23:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:55:34.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emosanal Atyachar</title><content type='html'>went for the trip. had a great time. could've been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then things could always be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thinking things could be better may lead to a condition of never being satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you want things to be better, things aren't good at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if things aren't good at the moment then something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if something is wrong then you should figure out what it is, unless you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to find out, then you're stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : yes, i'm stubborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3530252967198720317?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3530252967198720317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3530252967198720317&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3530252967198720317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3530252967198720317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2009/01/emosanal-atyachar.html' title='Emosanal Atyachar'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1103782622339453968</id><published>2008-12-26T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:46:00.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More than a feeling</title><content type='html'>Ever got that feeling that you know you're going to mess it up? Whatever 'it' may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all self-sabotaging to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to mess things up, you want to hold on to it as long as possible but with a bad temper, or lack of thinking or simply just your stupidity, you do end up screwing up things. You say things you don't mean and you do things that are mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope next 2009 is better. I hope I don't remain a self-saboteur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1103782622339453968?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1103782622339453968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1103782622339453968&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1103782622339453968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1103782622339453968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than-feeling.html' title='More than a feeling'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-930520241045694950</id><published>2008-12-22T15:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:45:56.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finders Keepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What we are searching for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; – Come on who isn’t looking for friends! Social networking sites work because of this - making new fraands and fraaandshipzz :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food &amp;amp; Water&lt;/span&gt; - Haha, do I need to say more ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drinks&lt;/span&gt; - For those people who like to indulge in a little more than water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House &amp;amp; Clothes&lt;/span&gt; – Roti, kapda, makaan.. 3 basic necessities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New technology&lt;/span&gt; – Don’t think I need to say more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The perfect guy/girl&lt;/span&gt; – Deep down, you do want one and are looking for him/her.. atleast 90%+ of the world is searching for this perfect guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt; – Always looking for new/ better shoes once every 3 months (applicable to girls mostly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt; – Always looking for new/ better games once every 3 months (applicable to boys mostly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace in the world&lt;/span&gt; - But is anyone really searching for it? I think they gave up and started searching for ‘inner peace’. That's how 'self help' books made all their money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; - Everyone just wants to be loved. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; - Everyone wants to be happy. We are constantly looking for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; – New songs/old songs/ some song you heard somewhere and you don’t know the title or the artist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; – New stuff on TV. Life is just boring without TV. Reality shows would never come into the picture if this search for new shows wasn’t there. So would SENSATIONAL / BREAKING news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google / any Search Engine&lt;/span&gt; – The greatest invention ever. Gives you whatever you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job / Promotion&lt;/span&gt;. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt; - You obviously want to know what your future holds for you. Astrology / Tarot card reading came into the picture because people are searching for their future instead of building one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not the least – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Millions confuse money with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We’re always very happy when we’re looking for something new. That excitement exists. The constant doubting – Will I get it? What will happen if I don’t get it? etc. The constant hope exists. Gives a meaning to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody wants something to look forward to. Most of those things include money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the point I am trying to make is that - there comes a time in your life when you have to stop SEARCHING and just be happy with what you have, with the people you love around you, with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happyness&lt;/span&gt; within. Take a moment, take it all in and Thank the world for giving it to you. For without them or that thing that you love so much, you wouldn't be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-930520241045694950?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/930520241045694950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=930520241045694950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/930520241045694950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/930520241045694950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/12/finders-keepers.html' title='Finders Keepers'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2482876898169648248</id><published>2008-12-19T18:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:33:33.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pinkish.</title><content type='html'>Yes I know what you're thinking. Oh-so-pink!  Well, I like it and I'm keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;{ Surely most guys will stop visiting my blog after this :D } Hehe, Curly brackets. I'm being just too girly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so exams going on. 3 done. 2 to go. Next on 27th. Hoping to score in that and in Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the girlie thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all oh-so-pink. I am just pink-ish. I cannot bear everything head-to-toe pink. Creeps me out. I was a tomboy while growing up. I used to wear unwashed jeans for a loong time. Jeans and T-shirt is all you could find me in. No kurtas also.&lt;br /&gt;Then I actually grew up and started wearing skirts, dresses et al. And I really am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a girl.. the dressing up before going out anywhere (not too much of course! I don't deck up just to go around the corner! I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girlie ) , the matching of the accessories, the shoes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I luuurve shopping. My 'craze' for shopping has died down quite a bit since recession.. ok just kidding.. it's because of engineering. No time to go out, no time to dress up, no time for shopping. Come to think of it, even though I have all the time in the world during the semester, I just can't find time to go shopping. Hmm, maybe it's not engineering to blame then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just go shopping once in a while and it feels goooooodd when I do so. I'm pretty picky about my stuff.. so anyone planning to buy me a gift (ever) please note down my choice first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, enough being so pinkish.&lt;br /&gt;Back to being an 'asexual mess' in engineering ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I  still am keeping the theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2482876898169648248?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2482876898169648248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2482876898169648248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2482876898169648248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2482876898169648248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/12/pinkish.html' title='Pinkish.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-9055789324291522893</id><published>2008-12-03T23:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:02:42.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my countrymen(and women ofcourse!) and my country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hold my Hand by Hootie and The Blowfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a little love, and some tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll walk upon the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll rise above the mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a little peace, and some harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll take the world together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll take 'em by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I got a hand for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I want to run with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I saw you standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your head was down, your eyes were red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No comb had touched your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said, get up, and let me see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll take a walk together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walk the road, awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I got a hand for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a hand for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I want to run with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Won't you let me run with you, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, I'll take you to the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, Anything you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I want to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best that, the best that i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See, I was wasted, and I was wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till I thought about your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought about your crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to be a part of your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't want to be part of your crowd, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, I'll take you to the promised land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold my hand, maybe we can't change the world but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to love you, the best that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best that I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me walk with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna love you the best that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best that I can. The best that I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-9055789324291522893?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/9055789324291522893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=9055789324291522893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/9055789324291522893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/9055789324291522893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/12/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold my hand'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3505686629817039757</id><published>2008-11-30T14:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:38:04.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The burning of the heart.</title><content type='html'>I could go on about the tragedy of Bombay burning, abuse the politicians (who are castrated bastards btw) or the insensitive media or the motherfucker terrorists for their disgusting and ‘condemning’ acts.  But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I’m crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because Bombay burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because hundreds burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because hundreds took the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because they didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because hundreds are still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because my soul has been crying for those 60 hours and can’t seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because it wasn’t me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because nobody I knew was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because my city was stuck in time for those 60 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because there is nothing called ‘security’ left in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because Bombay had to be struck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because it was my brother’s wedding in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because of lack of intelligence failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because of those NSG/ Army/ Police officers who sacrificed their lives to save a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because we are just too used to terrorism right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because we can’t live and let live in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because our local heroes were the staff of the Taj and the Oberoi Trident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because there is nothing called ‘peace’ left in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because terrorism will surely show its ugly face again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because ‘Divide and Rule’ policy still exists in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because fear will still rule our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because, my dear friends, I hate that we as the YOUTH OF INDIA, cannot do a fucking thing to change the fucking system at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been crying for past 60 hours but now I have a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know someday we will bring about the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3505686629817039757?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3505686629817039757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3505686629817039757&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3505686629817039757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3505686629817039757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/11/burning-of-heart.html' title='The burning of the heart.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5171474273850420645</id><published>2008-11-19T18:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:32:59.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't like the person I'm becoming. I feel I'm back in school. I have become shy, arrogant, short-tempered, unsocial and annoyed with everything around me. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; don't like myself right now. I can't concentrate on my studies, I am not making any efforts to exercise - I am putting on weight like crazy (atleast in school I was thin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in NO MOOD for everything these days. Everything is BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few people I can be myself with and SOMEHOW they are always talking about studies, or sleeping or I've lost touch with them or sometimes I just want to be left alone. So I talk to my inner self most of the time. Like in Scrubs, J.D says he has this monologue going on in his head, I do too. All the freakin' time. I talk to myself about my day (sometimes aloud). Sometimes while analyzing a situation, I do it aloud. If I just need to remove my frustration, that inner 'me' comes out and starts giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;gaalis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(all the hindi ones - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; while driving!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so any of you'll have a remedy for this problem, please HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5171474273850420645?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5171474273850420645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5171474273850420645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5171474273850420645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5171474273850420645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8753692799626526745</id><published>2008-11-13T17:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:57:49.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rebel without a cause</title><content type='html'>feel so rebellious right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like doing anything anybody even pleads me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really don't like being 'the good girl' all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8753692799626526745?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8753692799626526745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8753692799626526745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8753692799626526745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8753692799626526745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/11/rebel-without-cause.html' title='rebel without a cause'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4536764478248455907</id><published>2008-11-07T11:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:16:59.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>P.S: Life Update.</title><content type='html'>Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Be free.&lt;br /&gt;Be-lieve.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I came up with that yesterday to motivate myself to study. It worked for a good half hour. Later I was drawing at the back of my book, writing weird captions etc. If I feel they're any good, I'll definitely post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read 'P.S, I Love you...' yesterday and the book really moved me. It's about a woman who is trying to cope up with life after her husband's death due to brain tumour. The words, the love, really moved me. I had tears in my eyes in quite a few times which is a huge deal, coz I NEVER cry while reading a book or watching a movie. Oh yeah, I saw the movie yesterday too (hehe now you know why motivation to study was essential!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is not that great. Only one scene made me emotional (which again is a big deal!) They have not kept it true to the book at all. I don't know, it really felt sucky after such a great book. Except for Gerard Butler, his to-die-for looks and sexy Irish accent :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway I'm not crazy to cry after reading a romantic novel.. It was a first for me.&lt;br /&gt;All the guys surely think I am though.. u'll will probably never understand why I cried unless you read the book which I'm sure you won't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time up, gotta get back to DCOM!&lt;br /&gt;Take care, cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4536764478248455907?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4536764478248455907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4536764478248455907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4536764478248455907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4536764478248455907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/11/ps-life-update.html' title='P.S: Life Update.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6627185974163165607</id><published>2008-10-25T18:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:59:17.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in your life where you feel that everything around you is pretentious, fake. You don’t know who to believe and who not to or what to believe and what not to. You stay out with your supposedly close friends for one night and you wonder, do you really want to be here or are you forcing yourself to be here?  Are you really enjoying or are you forcing yourself to enjoy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look around. You see everybody dressed up as if this is nothing less than a Page 3 party (which it wasn’t) and everybody is enjoying and dancing, rather pretending to enjoy while dancing. Some were drinking, so ok their dancing I can understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER leave the dance floor. Not to eat. Not to drink. Very rarely to even pee (I just control till then). I can be myself on the dance floor and not bother about a thing in the world. As fate would have it, after getting out of the house for two weeks, I didn’t keep up with that little standard of mine. I don’t know what brought about this change. Maybe it was the company (I doubt it coz I have some really fun friends), maybe the fact I wasn’t drinking (I doubt it again coz I have been on the dance floor WITHOUT drinking) or maybe my shoes were hurting me or maybe it was just the general mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods could be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am generally a very moody person so if I meet a moody person like me, I understand and generally defend them or help them out coz I know what they’re going through. I thought I really I wanted to go to this party and enjoy and I did just that. Somehow, it didn’t work out very well for me. I was at a resto-pub and I did not enjoy myself. So I actually left the dance floor and I went to sit down at our table. I had company at the table but I still did not talk. I just kept looking around, observing (and absorbing) everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy with a beer bottle in his hand, dancing with 3 girls at a time. They all seemed to enjoy themselves very well. There were innumerable people at the bar counter, enjoying, talking and laughing with friends (I couldn’t understand how, the music was so loud, you literally had to SHOUT to make the other person hear you!) The dance floor was completely occupied and people were dancing in couples (girl with girl included) or in groups. And I saw pretence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t like fake people. I admit I have in my life been pretentious with some people. But that’s coz I know where to draw the line with them or I just don’t like them or that I'm in a very foul mood. I cannot survive without socializing. I am and always be a very social person. I like being with myself but I enjoy company more. Even if I’m not talking to them, just the fact they’re around matters. But I didn’t see that happening yesterday. I was being pretentious and I have no clue why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it that when we’re socializing, we’re pretending to be someone we’re not or someone we are? I just couldn’t understand. If it’s with very close friends, obviously you’re being someone you are, someone who you like and they like. What about in a bar or pub? To impress someone (initially) you always are being pretentious, right? You’re on your first date with a guy you barely know, you are going to be fake so that he likes you more. A guy will pretend to be a guy of her dreams so that he can score with her, right? Both of them will try to hide their flaws so that the date can lead somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live in this world full of masks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the person you are talking to is being fake or not? Surely, sometimes you can tell. But what if you can’t? Do you feel good about letting yourself believe that this person is genuine and being honest? Forget talking. Sometimes you just pretend to enjoy people's company. But you truly feel like there is something missing, but you just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok these are random, incoherent thoughts… no particular incident or anything. Just generally, I’ve lost interest in everything and I’m becoming pretentious, which I do not like. I still believe me going back to college and meeting my friends helped me recover better, so to all those out there, I wanna say - Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know anti climax and all but randomly rambling as usual. Maybe I'm still not well and it was just passing mood phase that I didn't enjoy as much as I thought I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6627185974163165607?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6627185974163165607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6627185974163165607&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6627185974163165607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6627185974163165607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretentious.html' title='Pretentious'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4561332918301699730</id><published>2008-10-21T22:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:33:08.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enteric fever</title><content type='html'>Advantages of being down with typhoid (enteric fever) for two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;1. You lose weight (yeah that’s the biggest advantage... I lost 5 kgs in 2 weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;2. You get pampered at home by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everybody listens to what you have to say and obeys you.&lt;br /&gt;4. You win every fight against your boyfriend ( :D )&lt;br /&gt;5. You can just say “I am going to lie down; I’m not feeling well” when you want to avoid talking about something or doing something.&lt;br /&gt;6. You can watch TV all day.&lt;br /&gt;7. You can stay on the computer and play Mario Forever all day.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can SLEEP till 1 pm everyday and not be woken up by your parents coz you need rest.&lt;br /&gt;9. You come to know who your real friends are (not kidding about this one)&lt;br /&gt;10. You think A LOT. So you have ample time to set things straight in your head.&lt;br /&gt;11. You realize how much college means to you.&lt;br /&gt;12. You realize how much staying outside the house meant to you.&lt;br /&gt;13. You realize the importance of EATING something other than home cooked food&lt;br /&gt;14. You can throw all kinds of tantrums and still get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;15. You can use “Dude I’ve got typhoid, whatsup with you?”  as a conversation starter.&lt;br /&gt;16. You can have a bath every alternate day (Hey since you’re not getting out of the house, you’re not getting dirty or sweaty!)&lt;br /&gt;17. You can boss over your sibling and make them do all the work – open the window, switch on the fan, get the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;18. You can irritate your sibling and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;19. You can laugh for nothing at all – people will think the medication is affecting you.&lt;br /&gt;20. You can talk on the phone all day long, text how much ever you want and not be told a single thing about the bill! (Ok this has to be the biggest advantage)&lt;br /&gt;21. You can pretend not to be well even if you’re feeling ok and use that to get sympathy from all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;22. You can always complain to people about how you’re feeling and always get “Awww”s in return!&lt;br /&gt;23. You can NOT write your assignments.&lt;br /&gt;24. You can go back to college after two weeks and get all the attention!&lt;br /&gt;25. You *may* be exempted from being asked questions during submissions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantage:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can’t eat outside food for a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;2. You don’t have much energy left after those 2-3 weeks (Hmm I wonder if the tantrums have anything to do with it! :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4561332918301699730?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4561332918301699730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4561332918301699730&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4561332918301699730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4561332918301699730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/10/enteric-fever.html' title='Enteric fever'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7352144063347324654</id><published>2008-10-16T18:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:35:51.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Commercials - Something I've always loved.</title><content type='html'>Being down with typhoid, watch tv is the only thing you can do all day! And whoever watches TV knows that Advertisements or ADS are on EVERY 15 mins during a movie and every 10 mins between a TV show. So that makes it more popular and biggest source of marketing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people hate commercials but I've always loved them. And in the recent years, they've gone bigger and SMARTER! Barring a few, most of them are very creative, something that sells the product without the in-your-face marketing.. something that appeals... something that STICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the new Airtel ad ? I'm talking about the Delhi Half Marathon one, not the Airtel TV one (though that's not that bad either). Airtel ads always have been something everyone can relate to - their high point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am going to list my top 10 favourite ads of all time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Airtel &lt;/span&gt;- The one which started it all. EXPRESS YOURSELF.  The beginning of all awesome Airtel ads. The ad that make everyone stand up and notice!&lt;br /&gt;Music by A.R.Rahman - extremely popular and definitely Mr. Rahman's music deserves the top spot IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z89ME6VvdtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z89ME6VvdtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wait the other Airtel ad -  The power of human expression. Man, that one just gives me goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slpElBClGy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slpElBClGy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now wait, another one - the no boundaries. the 2 kids playing football. BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDO1YdAau2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDO1YdAau2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know which one I like more from these three. OK so Airtel takes spot number 1 -3 ( the above are not in any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Budweiser&lt;/span&gt; - Wassup commercial. Something that made 'Waaazzzzaaaaaa' popular. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W16qzZ7J5YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W16qzZ7J5YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) HappyDent White chewing gum&lt;/span&gt;-  "Tera man roshan, tera dil roshan." At the beginning , you're thinking WTF are they doing? But then you know and you just laugh your ass off! Extremely smart ad. Verryy funny. Definitely a benchmark  for upcoming ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7TSlg3Jljk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7TSlg3Jljk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; MotoYuva &lt;/span&gt;- The father trying to imitate son. Lol. Really cool. "Hey BABS, WHATSUP.. see you in 15.. ciaaooo" Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUtixWUWasg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUtixWUWasg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Tata Safari Dicor&lt;/span&gt; - Reclaim your life. "The only lines that matter are the ones you make." Honestly, something that  realllyyy appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/acMcCyoJODQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/acMcCyoJODQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) OK this is not a commercial ad for any product but it’s the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Theme song for Friends&lt;/span&gt; which came on Star World – something I’ll never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPrN1X-tqPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPrN1X-tqPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9) This one is a classic!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Doodh, doodh, doodh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) Surf Excel&lt;/span&gt; - "Sorry bol raha hai!" Ah, the cutest ad ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi4yKET-tBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi4yKET-tBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Surf Excel&lt;/span&gt; - Kids are smarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uz1df1ERC7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uz1df1ERC7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13) Center Shock&lt;/span&gt; - Hila key rakh de! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7g4e5m5aRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7g4e5m5aRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed them. Lemme know which ones are your favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lead India&lt;/span&gt; - http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=3sZ7yyy6NUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donation of Eyes&lt;/span&gt; - http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=nhwIFbB5iuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;World's costliest ad&lt;/span&gt; - http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=5iL8c7K-G8s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vodafone/Hutch ads&lt;/span&gt; - http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr0Ye22Xy6k&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=VTNYf6Nubdk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7352144063347324654?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7352144063347324654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7352144063347324654&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7352144063347324654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7352144063347324654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/10/commercials-something-ive-always-loved.html' title='Commercials - Something I&apos;ve always loved.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2589856460233873585</id><published>2008-10-07T22:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:23:55.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for inspiration to write and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/SOuT3F1dIYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0U-1-Vr50XE/s1600-h/calvin-writing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/SOuT3F1dIYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0U-1-Vr50XE/s400/calvin-writing.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254455964926288258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always has the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most perfect&lt;/span&gt; things to say, doesn't he? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I love them! *muah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2589856460233873585?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2589856460233873585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2589856460233873585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2589856460233873585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2589856460233873585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/SOuT3F1dIYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0U-1-Vr50XE/s72-c/calvin-writing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-217419002403954475</id><published>2008-10-05T22:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:47:12.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon - my bday!</title><content type='html'>My bday in 1 hr and 15 mins. *sarcastic yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid sems startin tomo, 3 in a day.. goin on the 7th too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping tomo is a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for Love, Peace and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt; for all! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being idealistic i know, but that's who I am and will always be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care everyone, I have exams (and birthday) to attend to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh almost forgot, I am not well too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sarcastic hoot*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gnite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-217419002403954475?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/217419002403954475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=217419002403954475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/217419002403954475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/217419002403954475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-b.html' title='Coming soon - my bday!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-601929435199900973</id><published>2008-09-28T15:15:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:19:04.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was smiling and laughing throughout, enjoying every moment. I was cool and confident. This is MY day, I thought. Ten minutes later, I froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t know what, when, how it happened. I just remember not being able to frame a sentence correctly or even being able to stand properly as my legs were trembling. Too bad they couldn’t see that, they would’ve sympathized and not keep giving me the cold stares. Clutching that little piece of paper in my hand, I looked around for help and my friend urged me on; yet I was blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I smiled. I said sorry. Recovered but stumbled again soon. This happened thrice. I gave up. This is NOT my day, I said to myself and I just somehow randomly finished my part and called the next person on the dais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;^^ That was the most embarrassing moment of my college life – PCT Presentation. Our topic was ‘Life of Prisoners’ and I had a fully prepared speech on ‘Pregnant Women’ and ‘Mothers and children’. But for those 2 minutes, I did not do any of that I had planned IF I forgot. I even remembered my speech logically to make up my own sentences if required. But that didn’t happen. My tongue was tied. My mind was blank and I hated myself. In retrospect, I should’ve taken a deep breath and started all over and spoken slower. Really ashamed about what happened and I hope I get a chance to rectify the blunder I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; I requested my teacher to allow me to say my speech again in front of my class so that I can get over my stage fright. She allowed and I'm glad to say that it went much better than last time! It didn't come out as good as the time I practiced it in front of few friends of mine, but still decent - and hey, its a start! :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-601929435199900973?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/601929435199900973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=601929435199900973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/601929435199900973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/601929435199900973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/09/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3742376725718191268</id><published>2008-08-11T16:38:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:43:27.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>Reminisce - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;I have been visiting each and every person's blog on my google reader and haven't been to my own blog since my last post. Not even to reply to my comments, although i just did that. I honestly feel I should give up writing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt; not just yet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear friend Yug doesn't want me to rant about my (crappy?) third year academic life so I will take you guys back to my school days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have honestly no idea where to start. I feel I was a very different person in school.  We all do, don't we? I feel I was really foolish and stupid and I really hate it when I think back. The emotional rollercoaster in school was probably the worst ever. The embarrassments, another. I mean I can actually feel the 20 maturity crap hitting me on my head and reminding me of what an idiot I used to be. ( I was not boring, don't get me wrong :P )  But, I feel there were so many situations  I could've handled ten times better than I did and saved myself some embarrassment (I am not getting into details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;. But then again, each of those things taught me something or the other, so maybe I wouldn't change things. ( Hmm, maybe just a little here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without those things, I believe, I don't think I could be the person I am today. No matter how cliched it sounds, its true (that is why its a cliche!) and I feel I am stronger mentally (not physically of course, I'm 20,  I could never be as strong as a 17 year old :P.. I'm old... gimme a break!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just never did anything in school. I was a shy girl... in terms of coming on the stage (even though I always felt I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt; be taking part in elocution, debates and dramatics, but I never did it... or didn't get selected) Though I did dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Lord,  did I dance! On the stage. Innumerable times. And I loved every minute of it.  But to take part in dramatics, debates and elecutions was a major pain. In my 9th and 10th, I did take part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;in dramatics and elocution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt; thanks to my house head-mistress. I took part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;coz she said I had a good voice and I could carry it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt; (Btw, I loved her and she loved me, I wonder if she still remembers me though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:110%;"  &gt;)But whenever I did come on stage, I would look around and get cold feet immediately. I started stammering. Mumbled something and ran off the stage. Next time, during elocution or debate.. again forgot what I was supposed to say and I promised myself that I would never make myself go through the humiliation again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in college, I have compered couple of events during festivals on stage and have got appreciated for it. I don't know whether it was the unstoppable force within me that really made me want to get over my fear or if it was the different environment where I knew I wasn't risking my House points with my performance. Anyhoo, things look much better now. Or atleast I think so. Maybe 10 years down the line, I will think of today and think that I was an idiot. Ah, such is life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to school. In the past 4 years, I didn't go even once. I went to the field for a social dance, but that doesn't count. Inside the school building, not even once in the past 4 years!!! ( I need you to notice the emphasis on 4 years otherwise you won't understand my joy later!)&lt;br /&gt;One day, my friend and I did want to go at like 7.30 in the evening, but the watchman refused to let us in. So, about 2 years later, July 22 2008 we went again. And this time, since renovation was going on, he allowed us. It was one of the happiest days of my life. Inside school. Inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3742376725718191268?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3742376725718191268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3742376725718191268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3742376725718191268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3742376725718191268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminisce-part-i.html' title='Reminisce - Part I'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2993344265133005361</id><published>2008-07-16T17:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:20:59.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The self-proclaimed Drama Queen has spoken!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been so caught up with so many things. Had a really nice post in mind also.. all about songs I could relate to at that point, since I was suffering was writer's block (and also felt numb and emotionless! Weird for a person like me, believe me!) anyway, I chucked the idea. Plus it went on for like 6 pages. So yea, moving on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting at home today, for a change. My parents couldn't be more happy. Unfortunately, they're out today, and one more day I can't spend time with them. Hmmm. Anyway, evening and night still remains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, there is good news and bad news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:  IEEE magazine INSIGNIA '08 is DONE :D! We finished it completely yest. Its looks kick-ass, trust me on that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:  We are yet to find a printer. Although the costs are alot more than we thought, we have to look for sponsors now, any takers ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anyway, I am feeling restless sitting at home, but still am lazy to get out or work out Hmmm... I am getting a Deja vu! :P Guess, some things just don't change at all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to Third Year!  When I was an FE, I used to look up to my TEs and look how flawlessly they handled everything, and I used to think that "Wow! I wish I am like that when I am a TE" But I'm nothing like them! Aaaarrgghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did two years pass in this college?!?! I have no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me. I'm turning 20 in about 3 months. I don't want to get out of my teens. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRE. Placements. (Maybe) CAT. 2 years seem so short now. Will I be able to have fun again? *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am behaving like a Drama Queen now (which I like doing actually :P ) But anyway, I know I'll be fine. I think if I probably say it to myself, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, TWENTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2993344265133005361?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2993344265133005361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2993344265133005361&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2993344265133005361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2993344265133005361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-proclaimed-drama-queen-has-spoken.html' title='The self-proclaimed Drama Queen has spoken!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2631502652880187262</id><published>2008-06-24T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:39:22.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cadmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I wonder, if it was mine to begin with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I wonder, if it is meant to be mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Or if it is an illusion that it will?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I have whatever I want&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I have whatever I need&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why do I crave for more?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why do I look for diversity, if that already exists?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why do I look for more, even if it exists?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I hope someday, you'll tell me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;"Oh Dreamer, that's not right"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Before it is too late&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Before I leave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Everything I ever had &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Or will ever need&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why am i still unhappy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am scared of silences&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am illusioned by my dreams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I need more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But what if it’s wrong?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;What’s meant to happen will happen they say,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Tell me my dear friend,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why does this confusion happen only to me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2631502652880187262?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2631502652880187262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2631502652880187262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2631502652880187262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2631502652880187262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/06/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1656896246686043196</id><published>2008-05-16T12:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:57:36.891+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fading creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lay on my bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Weird thoughts running through my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit and wonder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How life became a blunder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It isn’t like me to take defeat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all th world dances on their feet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel I’m lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But th pain doesn’t exhaust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been useless for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And letting things pile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its time to take a stand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new beginning it will be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow as planned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As creativity takes a new brand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This is a poem I *think* i wrote.. just found it in my folder and with my characteristic 'th' instead of 'the' i think i wrote the poem :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Please leave comments! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1656896246686043196?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1656896246686043196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1656896246686043196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1656896246686043196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1656896246686043196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/05/fading-creativity.html' title='Fading creativity'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4656840011632145398</id><published>2008-04-29T20:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:16:21.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Its been a month since my last post! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my previous post was to convince myself that I can still write (thankfully for the comments I received, I like to believe I can!)&lt;br /&gt;      Well since then, this month has been a rollercoaster. Crazy stuff happening. Yugi filled with absolute positive energy (which is a good thing!), my bf going broke(this is not!) and I have been reminiscing about school days alot lately... more on that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last post, I joined the editorial team for Insignia 08 which is IEEE society's annual magazine. We started working soon.. got good articles.. some really good ones actually.. I sent my prev post 'Musings' also.. lets see if it gets selected :P&lt;br /&gt;        We stopped working for the magazine after like 2 weeks ( or maybe lesser ) because of time constraints. As you should by now know that we engineering students during submissions we have no time WHATSOEVER! And plus we have our first vivas this sem. Really don't want to screw it up (25 marks dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, thats pretty much it. Downloading and watching tv shows is what I do after I come home most of the time to de-stress myself( my mom finds it weird that i still laugh at any episode in 'Friends' even though I've seen it 9374893728632632 times and know every dialogue by heart! But how to tell her or make her understand that its the most awesome show on Earth! .. I mean with Seinfeld and Two and a Half Men and One tree hill  and Lost and The Simpsons :P)  I like Roadies 5.0 too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first viva today. The external was really sweet and friendly. And our internal likes me. But the viva was more like a discussion. She asked some good questions which I don't think I was able to answer compared to my ability and knowledge... I really should've said more.. I don't know.. Everything out there happened so fast, I couldn't record.. and I was thoroughly confused I think.. don't even remember! Anyway, hope it went better than I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;    Do you ever get that feeling, that your mind keeps making up things you want to believe? Like right now I think my viva was horrible... and my mind is making up things .. making me believe that I said stupider stuff than I actually did! Chuck I'm just talking random stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday I have practical exam.. so I really gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm contemplating giving my CV for IEEE 2008-2009 committee. I don't know if joining the committee will asffect my studies or not. I'm extremely confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I gotta go.. feels good to have updated the blog!&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4656840011632145398?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4656840011632145398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4656840011632145398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4656840011632145398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4656840011632145398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7513177852618336402</id><published>2008-03-29T15:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:08:12.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My thoughts at the moment. Just wrote this. I know its not good. I know that I've written anything anywhere with no relevance at all. Absolute random thoughts. Take a look :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;I often see people living in the past. It’s a disease I tell you... to live in the past. It can kill you. Not physically (I hope) but mentally definitely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;The thoughts of what could’ve been are visible in their eyes. Often depressed, they seem to lack confidence and they are constantly pushing themselves or others around them to achieve that perfection that used to exist. Moreover, they are NEVER satisfied by whatever they do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’d say… look around. Look at the people around you. Not everyone gets what they want to achieve except only a few lucky ones. Mostly people fall in the ‘General’ Category where there is an intermediate result for everything they do. I fall in this one too. There are some people, who because of being unlucky (I’d like to think of it as Karma) are suppressed all their life. And some people, they are just not interested. If this was a perfect world, we would all be billionaires and with our thoughts we would literally produce money and we would never have a need to prove ourselves for anything. Now, wouldn’t you love that? Not having to work at all for whatever you want. Just think “I want a new car!” and Whoosh! There it is! What a perfect life it would be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it isn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;Get over it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to work for what you want. You have to work for what you’d like to be remembered as. Irrespective what you are doing at this very moment, intentional or not, your future is being shaped. You can choose to spend this moment wisely, working towards something you want or you choose the wrong path of drugs, smoking or drinking and then later curse yourself (or your stars) for being this way and never be satisfied with your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop bothering about small issues like results, journals, assignments, etc. Start caring for your life. Exams will come and go. Education is definitely the key to everything. The only proven way to become something is by education. The time spent now will never come back to you and for the rest of your life you can choose to say “I wish I had more fun in college” or “I wish I’d studied more!” or you can just live in the moment. Go with the flow. Listen to your heart. As I have always maintained, your mind is the Devil while your heart is God. Listen to your heart. Your mind just plays tricks on you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently one of my friends, send me an SMS which said, “Life is like a cup of coffee. You sit by the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip, only to realize that someone forgot to add sugar. Too lazy to reach for it, you somehow struggle through the tasteless coffee till the last sip only to discover sugar crystals lying at the bottom. That’s life. Sweetened, just not stirred!” This really made me smile, because it’s so true in most of our cases. We just sit and wait for things to happen. We don’t make things happen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I sound like a wise person but I’m just a person with experience. And I can see things like this happening around me. I thought I could contribute to this world or help even one individual, by sharing my two cents of knowledge. It’s not about you. It’s not about me. It is about US. Together we can make a difference. The world needs you. Stop living in the past. Take a step forward. The rest of your life starts NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7513177852618336402?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7513177852618336402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7513177852618336402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7513177852618336402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7513177852618336402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/03/word-from-wise.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5969779447316162901</id><published>2008-02-15T21:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:23:55.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>V day and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/R7W1bWgqv1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Cj4UxXoEnzA/s1600-h/scan022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/R7W1bWgqv1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Cj4UxXoEnzA/s400/scan022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235628981206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/R7W1b2gqv2I/AAAAAAAAALs/08j7Amz5KWY/s1600-h/scan023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/R7W1b2gqv2I/AAAAAAAAALs/08j7Amz5KWY/s400/scan023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235637571141474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm this was the pamflet distributed in front of my college. Take a look at it. Quite interesting i must say. I really have no words to say for this flier except that its th 21st century. Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And otherwise, i've been pretty much bored. I come online everyday and chat with friends,mostly just Pratap.. and we chat for hooouurrrss on end. What can I say? I'm glad I found such a great friend in you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yuss, results of sem 3 came out. Got 66%. Not too happy with it. I topped a subject though.  But overall class results are bad. Our teachers are extremely strict with our correction. People in other colleges are just donated marks like crazy. Aah well, good for them. My class highest was 78%.. good frd of mine.. he says its luck.. but he is jus being modest... and hes got brains and luck!  well im happy for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm out. Kinda bored without the chatting (withdrawal symptoms my frd! :) )&lt;br /&gt;Yuss... so goodnight.. tc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5969779447316162901?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5969779447316162901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5969779447316162901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5969779447316162901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5969779447316162901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day-and-more.html' title='V day and more'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/R7W1bWgqv1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Cj4UxXoEnzA/s72-c/scan022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1203774003823844724</id><published>2008-02-04T13:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:18:05.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random bullshit.</title><content type='html'>I am a strong person. Not physically strong of course, but emotionally. Atleast I like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda lost myself in the middle. But I'm back baybeh! A little quieter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really free and open with my college friends. I generally talk alot with them. But when it comes to my school friends, I am as good as dumb. I don't know how or why it happens but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting my phase of 'Not talking' back. See &lt;a href="http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/rubbish-ramblings.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post for reference. Infact, there is nothing much to talk about, with anyone. After like 5 mins of convo, its like "Aur kya? (What else?) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this phase passes soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking so much, that my mom told me the other day, I started when I was just 5 months old. How awesome is that? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit bored at home right now. Got nothing to do and nothing to watch. TV is like getting to me. I hate the freaking news. I hate the newspapers. And I don't have the patience to sit and read a book. Having said that, I also am too lazy to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am full of contradictions. I really hope this phase passes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that moment to come to me, the one where you figure out exactly what you want and how to go about it, the one where you realize what life is all about and what your purpose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dreamt of sitting in the car and go for a very, very long drive. I saw "Motorcycle Diaries" and this dream has gotten bigger.  I want the open road for company, to meet new people and experience new things. As Pratap would call it "nomadic life". I  really hope, this dream comes true. I wouldn't mind going for a long walk too, with just my iPod for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I lost my cell? Yeah, I think I did. Anyway, my replacement cell is Motorola SLVR L9. Black in colour. I hated this phone in the beginning, but now its okay. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went on my fav &lt;a href="http://www.tech2.com"&gt;tech site&lt;/a&gt; today and there was a news that Motorola might sell out its Mobile Phone Division. &lt;a href="http://www.tech2.com/india/news/mobile-phones/no-more-moto/27711/0"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the full article if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Microsoft has made an offer to Yahoo! of $42 billion to combine the search-engines to compete with Google. &lt;a href="http://www.tech2.com/india/news/internet/microsoft-pounces-on-yahoo/27761/0"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the full article.&lt;br /&gt;($42 billion.. geez!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Feb 4th is World Cancer Day. In my college we have a street play on Cancer Awareness. Should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm running out of stuff to talk about, from the "tone" of the post you should know I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to ask this question to everyone, don't ask me what it in relation with coz I don't know myself, it just came to me...&lt;br /&gt;"Would you give up something perfect in your life for something you don't know is good or bad or how it will affect you? Would you walk into the unknown armed with nothing knowing you will miss that perfection? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1203774003823844724?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1203774003823844724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1203774003823844724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1203774003823844724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1203774003823844724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-bullshit.html' title='Random bullshit.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1641971250656458255</id><published>2008-02-03T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:09:30.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this for quite some time. There are too many people I know personally who read this blog..well even if they don't read, they know its there and that has stopped me from writing some things. So I've decided to make a new blog, which NO ONE I know will know about so I can write about personal stuff or my opinions or some things I need an opinion on without being judged by people I know (No offence guys) I just need some privacy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will of course continue this blog. But please don't pester me to tell you my new blog address. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1641971250656458255?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1641971250656458255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1641971250656458255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1641971250656458255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1641971250656458255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4529271107382808975</id><published>2008-01-24T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:00:24.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.....minus a cell phone!</title><content type='html'>Yeah I lost my cell phone. It got flicked i think but dunno how or when.&lt;br /&gt;N73.&lt;br /&gt;My little baby.&lt;br /&gt;16k Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Missing it soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a wonderful college trip to Mussoorie, Dhanaulti (Dehradun)and Rishikesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel in Mussoorie SUCKED. I mean really really really bad hotel. The annoying hotel didn't have heaters OR geysers OR even damn room service! Mussoorie was freakin cold. We needed hot water. We needed heaters in our rooms. The only thing good about the hotel was the view, which you could get only from the stupid terrace, and if you go there just to stare at the view and the zillions of stars above, YOU FREEZE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a day's trip to Dhanaulti which is the most beautiful place in Dehradun. We had to hike to a mandir which was almost 3000 ft higher than Dhanaulti's level ( I think, not sure) ANYhoo, I realized something.. I used to be very adventerous and stuff earlier.. going for camps and hikes was a piece of cake for me in school,... but NOW the problem was that I could barely climb the trail and had to take the stupid long path. Absolutely no stamina. Damn! You keep wondering why people even climb Mt. Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we reached on top, you receive this worldly satisfaction and you know why people climb Mt. Everest :D&lt;br /&gt;There was some snow present there.. 3 days old snow..which was mostly brown snow but we didn't play with it.. some people did.. but we didn't want to get our hands in the dirty muddy snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh the BEST part and the highlight of the trip was WHITE WATER RAFTING in the Ganges. TOTAL KICK-ASS! We passed rapids called Golf-course, Rollercoaster, etc. We started singing "Ek do ek do.. Yugandhar ko pani mein fek do!" and other random bullshit. Rafting is seriously super cool. MUST TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even jumped from our rafts and into the water. Zimpplyy amazin i must say. We also got out of our rafts.. climbed these rocks.. and a 3 storey high cliff and jumped into the water. Those 2 seconds when ur hanging in air.. FAAAKKKK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a disco night.. which was fun.. but not like last year.. heck nothing on this trip (besides rafting) was better than last year..&lt;br /&gt;The 4 guys from my group fell sick.. all of them.. idiots... someone had fever, someone stomach upset.. another one throat and the last one puking. Fools! They didn't even come to dance with us on the disco night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were in the bus to Ambala from Rishikesh, I lost my cell :(&lt;br /&gt;I remember for sure i didn't get down the bus, but i have no clue how it got lost or flicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train journey on the way back was freakin freezing... but we managed... we even played poker with our seniors.. but at 10.30 the police came and stopped us lol.. they said you can't gamble.. and before we could tell them that the money we're using are cards they went away lol.. that was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats pretty much the summary of the trip. I'm sure Pratap, Yugi, Sinan and Brett will have more interestin stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SEM BEGAN :( our results will be out in 1st week of feb :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc. Gnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4529271107382808975?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4529271107382808975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4529271107382808975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4529271107382808975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4529271107382808975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-backminus-cell-phone.html' title='I&apos;m back.....minus a cell phone!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-534860920068172362</id><published>2008-01-10T20:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:08:28.014+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rebel with a good heart :)</title><content type='html'>Mood: Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;Song: We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i just don't give a fuck. About anything.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let what others think about you, bother you.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, how you want, when you want, in limits of course. theres no point crossing limits for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, if you're stopping yourself from doing something OTHERS don't want you to do, you're screwed. Get a grip on yourself. Take control of your life and do your thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-534860920068172362?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/534860920068172362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=534860920068172362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/534860920068172362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/534860920068172362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/01/rebel-with-good-heart.html' title='Rebel with a good heart :)'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8937939128983105831</id><published>2008-01-06T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:22:51.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLeh</title><content type='html'>Studies not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8937939128983105831?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8937939128983105831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8937939128983105831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8937939128983105831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8937939128983105831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/01/bleh.html' title='BLeh'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7420850850558223731</id><published>2008-01-01T14:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:21:13.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2008 everyone! Have a rocking and glorious one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was fun. Met up with couple of school friends in someone's house...ordered pizza and drinks.. saw 1/4th of American Pie 6: Beta House which  is nothing less than a porn movie so we switched over to Ratatouille, we weren't really in the cute animated mood so we skipped and went to Andaz Apna Apna, which is lke a complete contrast from AP6.. but we had already seen it too many times so we switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the TV was off, we realized there is not much to talk about as we met up recently and except exams nothing much has happened with us in the last week. So we spoke crap anyway, most of us did atleast. At midnight, we ended up watching DD news for the countdown (yea we were that bored) and after wishing everyone happy new year, we sat there talking. Couple of our other friends dropped by to say hi. We really wanted them to leave so we started telling them that we're gonna go gatecrash another friend's party, which didn't happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, we couldn't decide what to do as it was already 1 am and we ahd only 1 car. 1 guy had a bike but he really didn't wanna go for a drive on it while the remaining of us were in the car and we didn't wanna leave him. So he went home. And we went to Juhu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we had ice-cream and came back. Nice drive. It was really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've made my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) going to the gym and for yoga class as often as possible for my health and my figure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) have as much as fun as possible... im turnin 20 this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) and focus on my studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now, i'll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc..&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7420850850558223731?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7420850850558223731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7420850850558223731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7420850850558223731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7420850850558223731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3662841989655304726</id><published>2007-12-30T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T11:07:21.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1 day and 13 hours to go!</title><content type='html'>Its 1 day and 13 hours to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped in to inform my readers (if there are any left) that I have absolutely no plans for New Years Eve. My bf is outta town (hes in Goa with his family, lucky fool) and my parents have a party of their own and my sis is going to her friend's house. So that leaves me alone. My school friends haven't planned anything. My college friends never meet up. And I'm not allowed to get out of my complex. So again, that leaves me alone. A close friend of mine said that she and I should meet up either at her house or my house, dress up, put on music and dance like crazy or just sit and watch movies... chick flicks mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this kick-ass black dress. Really wanna wear it. Zimply love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I hope I end up having fun whatever I do. And yea, I wish to get drunk, but I reallyyyy doubt its gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope next year is MY year, you know and I really hope its a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year in advance everyone. Hope you have a rocking one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3662841989655304726?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3662841989655304726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3662841989655304726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3662841989655304726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3662841989655304726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-day-and-13-hours-to-go.html' title='1 day and 13 hours to go!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-199653525937307414</id><published>2007-12-18T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:20:28.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual wisdom</title><content type='html'>You know how they say heaven and hell are right here on Earth. My very spiritual aunt told me what some more things related to this.  I found them quite interesting and something that really makes you think . I have started religiously believing the following points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your mind is the Devil. And yes, the heart is the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you ever feel doubtful or feel not good enough or hurt or anything, your mind is playing tricks on you. DO NOT LISTEN TO IT! Listen to your heart. It'll always tell you whatever you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your thoughts are the reflection of your innermost feelings. If it is anything negative, think about something good fast or else you'll be left moping around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you ever feel that there is something you can't do, for e.g. you can't get around to quit smoking. Its just your mind playing tricks again. Take a deep breath, sit down in silence, listen to your heart and do the right thing. Silence is the only way to reach to your soul. Listen to it. It only wants something best for you. And to sum it up, I mean meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You can do whatever you want, don't put your head to it, put your heart to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, it works. I have tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough of spiritual knowledge for now.&lt;br /&gt;Cya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-199653525937307414?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/199653525937307414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=199653525937307414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/199653525937307414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/199653525937307414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiritual-wisdom.html' title='Spiritual wisdom'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-9215278690963160010</id><published>2007-12-07T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:01:47.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My bad!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I used to love checking people's messages. I don't know why i did it but i did it alot. Whether it was my ex boyfriends, other friends, or any family member. I got some guilty pleasure out of it. It was my secret vice. But i did it so much that sometimes, i'd find a friend bitchin about me in th msgs or my ex boyfriend getting together with someone else and i'd end up getting hurt. But sometimes i found awesome gossip too :-) but now i swear i've changed coz i've understood something called privacy. And i would hate it if someone went through my inbox. Plus i realized i'm better off without knowing what i'm not supposed to. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-9215278690963160010?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/9215278690963160010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=9215278690963160010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/9215278690963160010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/9215278690963160010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bad.html' title='My bad!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3908274975327481205</id><published>2007-11-25T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:10:29.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PL and more.</title><content type='html'>Its been long I updated, but I have been reading people's blogs religiously though I must admit I don't post any comments. I just don't feel like it. Earlier, I used to love typing. I loved my Keyboard. Recently, started liking the Mouse alot. This is trash talk. I am really bored. I'm trying to study. PL is damn boring. My exam time table is whacko and I have like 4 days holidays before each paper. Nonetheless, I know I should study but I just can't. But I am trying. I saw "Om Shanti Om" and "Saawariya". Both are so-so movies. Saawariya is a little annoying while OSO's first half and the Filmfare Awards in the second half are hilarious. Ranbir looks delicious though (*hmmm... remembering "Jab se tere naina" song in Saawariya where Ranbir is in his towel!;)* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister recently bought the book 'The Secret' and its pretty cool. The Secret is the law of attraction. Your thoughts are sent to the Universe as things you want. So whether your thoughts are  of "I don't want to be late" or "I want that car", you are going to be late and you are going to get that car, if you do the 3 things : Ask. Believe. Receive.&lt;br /&gt;Its that simple. The Universe doesn't understand negations. Ask for what you want, clearly. Believe, as if you already have it. Visualise it as it is yours already. Say "Thank You" as you have already received it. The attitude of grattitude is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you are a magnet. You attract like thoughts. If you are feeling sad, thinking about feeling sad, the Universe is going to give you more reasons or memories to feel sad. And if you are happy, happy thoughts and things will be attracted to you. If you feel sad, change your thoughts. You are a radio transmission tower emitting frequencies (thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not done with this book. But I plan to finish it soon. I really don't know  if this works. Today in Hindustan Times' Brunch magazine, there were many controversies regarding this book. So I guess I'll find out if it works only if I get any of the things I  have asked for. Why don't you try it out too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3908274975327481205?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3908274975327481205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3908274975327481205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3908274975327481205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3908274975327481205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/11/pl-and-more.html' title='PL and more.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6933808174590605084</id><published>2007-10-27T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:57:34.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life as we know it.</title><content type='html'>Hey!! Long time no see!&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not even going to bother giving the speech of not updating for so long. Yes I know its been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post now is about something I thought of loong back, but never ever wrote it down. And now since I'm not well (I got sinus :( ) and PL has started, I have time to sit and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the deal with movies and TV shows complete obsession with commerce and arts student? I mean, come on people, there are engineers and doctors too in this world, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Just because we have to study lots, doesn't make us un-interesting. Contrary to popular belief, we do have a life you know!&lt;br /&gt;So what if we're tied up most of the time doing some work or the other, or we sound geeky when we talk in terms of jargons. Still.. we're fun! Why don't you make a movie or TV show on us?&lt;br /&gt;Even the doctors got their tv shows with ER, Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs, but what about us engineers? What shows do we get? National geographic... greatest inventions... Extreme engineering (which includes the most boring stuff ever!) and Megacities..&lt;br /&gt;Dude, we don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make us feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hindi films, all the ishq-vishk, all the drama, all the fun happens only with commerce and arts students coz they're so lukkhaa that they have all the time in the world.. But thats not true.. Engineering students are also lukkhaa.. and not that much free time in the world.. so its more interesting! Why is it so unfair? Seriously, we're all not geeks. We also have a love life. We have politics in college. We are not bad looking and yes we do have drama in our monotonous lives (how much ever we try to avoid it, its always present with teachers) But above all, we have fun!&lt;br /&gt;We need some assurance that we are cool, even though we know we are, we want the World to know that we are cool :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English movies or shows, always the teenage lead cast is planning on taking fashion, sports, arts and music or teaching or drama as their profession and they are all magically excellent at whatever they do. Weird huh? The only person close to taking up science is Ryan from OC who takes up architecture and he is also shown as this born, gifted, architect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair is all of this? I demand a movie or a show to be made on the lives of engineering students.. the mental and physical torture we go through especially with MU and our teachers :D and there has to be a major fun element.. like our IEEE trip..&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6933808174590605084?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6933808174590605084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6933808174590605084&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6933808174590605084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6933808174590605084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as we know it.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2282899239946033928</id><published>2007-09-24T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:33:31.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok like I said earlier,my bday is on the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of oct.. so anyone and everyone.. please send me gifts.. and just incase u can’t get wat a good gift is.. I have put up a wishlist to help you out :D (am I desperate for gifts or wat?) lol, I’m just kidding… you really don’t have to buy me anything… get me something at ur own will…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I have made this list so that atleast SOMEONE will read and get me something atleast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jewellery and accessories… Please check my taste before you go and buy something I will             not like.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Watch….      I desperately need one for daily wear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;A cool      top… Can never have enough of those :D .. size M&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jeans..      skinny ones… I don’t expect you to buy me jeans, but hey it’s a wish list….      I can want and write anything. :D&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Ok so anyone who DOES want to buy me jeans, I shall tell you my      waist size in person.. haha.. I’m too embarrassed… hmm.. yes I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Shoes/Slippers/Pretty      shoes…. Again, check my taste first…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Any of      my fav tv show or movie dvd… and since I’m so nice, I shall write down my      fav movies or tv shows :D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;TV SHOWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: One Tree Hi&lt;/span&gt;ll/Oc/Heroes/Prison Break/Lost season 2&amp;amp;3,Scrubs/That 70s Show/Friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;MOVIES&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pirates of the &lt;st1:place&gt;Caribbean&lt;/st1:place&gt; trilogy, Dodgeball (I simply love this movie)… Any chick flick with hot guys in it :D…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;iPod      nano charger… mine conked off… I hate connecting it to the comp and &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;charging it… I hate it so much that I keep forgetting to put it on charge and then &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;curse myself everyday when I get bored travelling! (You don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Anything      that controls frizzy hair.and it has been PROVEN on someone I know :P (I      know I’m very fussy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Something      completely unexpected… By that I mean, I can’t remember if there is      anything else that I want to put in the list.. and by that I also mean … get      me something nice and thoughtful that you think that I might like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Cards      and flowers are welcome but they will be considered additional gift…and so      will Ideas for a birthday treat :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Alright I’m done being lame… Actually I’m really bored… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;In reference to my previous post, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; did win the Semis against the Aussies and come into the finals against &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… but this is turning out to be a very boring match… its 104-3 in 14 overs.. which sucks.. I just something unexpected takes place in the match in favour of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;My mid-sems are beginning on Wednesday. Oh Joy! I barely know anything. Oh I don’t think I mentioned this… Last Week season 3 Prison Break aired.. and it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was mindblowing… Tonight, in the USA Heroes season 2 is beginning and on Thursday Grey’s Anatomy season 4… which is just super! :D Can’t wait!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;OK I’m going back to the lame match. I’ll try to study something if this match gets any more boring (Has anyone in their life ever said this?!?!)&lt;/p&gt;    OH great! Dhoni got out! this match is turning out to be just boring and sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India are the WORLD CHAMPIONS '07.... they had a wonderful victory... it went on till the last over and we were bound to lose but in a surprising twist of things... WE WON!! Hats off to Dhoni! Wonderful job! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2282899239946033928?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2282899239946033928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2282899239946033928&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2282899239946033928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2282899239946033928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-199511524740537283</id><published>2007-09-22T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:24:40.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Updattee.... includes rubbish.. read at will..</title><content type='html'>Yallo!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I haven't updated in a really long time.. but i'm still better off than my friends...mwhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohk so whats being going on... well... nothing really...(I really don't understand why people say nothing really.. or nothing much.. or nm... and then they something they've been dying to say....alright alright i'm getting to mine) India has reached the Semi-Finals of the ICC World Twenty 20... yippie!! We're currently playing Aussies... and India just finished their innings... they made 188-5. Not bad i suppose. But they're Aussies. They're going to take revenge. Unless our bowlers and fielders do a really good.. no wait for Aussies its extraordinary job..&lt;br /&gt;Main reason I want India to win is that.. then we'll get to play against Pakistan if we win...&lt;br /&gt;Ind vs Pak.. I love those matches! Everyone does! You just cannot not love the tension.. hehe! Well hoping for the best! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up in 2 weeks...Nah i'm not going to tell you when it is..... i want to see how many people remember.....(i really wonder why people do that? to know how many true frds u have.. or wat?please temme!) anyway mine is on the 6th of october.. and so is my darling's and so is Taha's! lol crazy i know. Earlier.. i didn't even know anyone who i shared my bday with (except my frds bro...but technically..i didn't really know him) and i enter college and find out that there are 4 people (incl me and Brett) in MY CLASS who are born on the 6th.. and then in Extc there are 2 or 3 people(not sure) and IT there is one girl that i know of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda confused as of how i feel of the whole thing. I mean, (i am going to explain it in points.. god help me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firstly, me and Brett can never ever forget each others bday (I find the idea of testing if my bf actually remembers my bday a very cool thing.. always wanted to try it out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;secondly, we can't really surprise each other... thats bad... i mean if either of us behave even a teensy weird close to our bday.. i think we know each other well enough to understand that they're planning a surprise....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third thing is that .. is nice having that one day when the attention is on you ( yes, this happens in case of girls.... boys don't care i know!)  anyway.. yea.. with so many ppl in coll sharing the same bday.... some moments its like its not YOUR day anymore.. its 8 other ppl's day.. bla bla.. i know im behaving stupid.. but yeah thats what I feel at times..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok Australia's innings is going to start... so i'm off.. soon i'm going to put up a post regarding my bday...(for anyone who reads this blog... please send me gifts.. nice ones.. pleasee... a prison break dvd will also do :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-199511524740537283?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/199511524740537283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=199511524740537283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/199511524740537283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/199511524740537283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/09/updattee-includes-rubbish-read-at-will.html' title='Updattee.... includes rubbish.. read at will..'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1229077334709822102</id><published>2007-09-02T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:31:13.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sky High Part 2</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of putting up part 2  coz I didn't put up some other reaaallly good pics which were clicked from my old cell (3230) and some from my new one( N73... yeah I got a new cell on 9/8/07 .. hehe.. I thought I would've already mentioned that since my phone is so bootiful and saxxxyyy.. ok thats another story for another day) Moving on, here are few pics from my really cool collection of sky pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine, cloudy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3MCm5qZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GRCihIDq1T8/s1600-h/15082007129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3MCm5qZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GRCihIDq1T8/s320/15082007129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105664913808402834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was actually like this... blinding light in the morning. made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Nim5qdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MwwrHeGVAHA/s1600-h/Image%28580%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Nim5qdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MwwrHeGVAHA/s320/Image%28580%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105664939578206674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College view from 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3NSm5qcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uy5LEEvdZX4/s1600-h/23082007174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3NSm5qcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uy5LEEvdZX4/s320/23082007174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105664935283239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bungalows bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Mym5qbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zUhcNHvsKwM/s1600-h/21082007170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Mym5qbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zUhcNHvsKwM/s320/21082007170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105664926693304754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink, Grey, Blue and white. Do I have to say any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Mim5qaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aCp19Ha7AxU/s1600-h/20082007154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3Mim5qaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aCp19Ha7AxU/s320/20082007154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105664922398337442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful morning at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5ASm5qfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SghZtxSI0P0/s1600-h/Image%28590%29.jpg"&gt;.&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5ASm5qfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SghZtxSI0P0/s320/Image%28590%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105666910968195570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking morning view from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5wSm5qjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kyN-WOsW74Q/s1600-h/Image%28594%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5wSm5qjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kyN-WOsW74Q/s320/Image%28594%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105667735601916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Zoomed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5Aim5qgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2sjaUcfU6WQ/s1600-h/Image%28595%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5Aim5qgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2sjaUcfU6WQ/s320/Image%28595%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105666915263162882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Link Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5Aym5qhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_oMdv2tlcZQ/s1600-h/Image%28601%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5Aym5qhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_oMdv2tlcZQ/s320/Image%28601%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105666919558130194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the storm is chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5BSm5qiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SDQrEssVcR8/s1600-h/Image%28605%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr5BSm5qiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SDQrEssVcR8/s320/Image%28605%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105666928148064802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked them.&lt;br /&gt;Tc. Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1229077334709822102?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/1229077334709822102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=1229077334709822102&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1229077334709822102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1229077334709822102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/09/sky-high-part-2.html' title='Sky High Part 2'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rtr3MCm5qZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GRCihIDq1T8/s72-c/15082007129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2763822601625232035</id><published>2007-08-31T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:04:38.910+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>Results came like a storm and went away. And threw everyone aside. An hour back, I was joking with my friend. On getting a KT, the person doesn't even like talking to me anymore. My friend says "Can't you just be normal with me? Why are u asking me again and again how i am?"&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sorry for trying to help u. I thought you would know that I'd understand better as I did go through it myself. I hate this result time. Its very depressing. Though I know that we will get back to normal soon enough, I still hate this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 63%. I wish I had got more coz I expected much more. I do not like MU. Infact, I hate MU. But now I have to study better for the remaining sems. And of course, suck up to the teachers, write my journals and assignments NEATLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my college's IEEE technical fest is coming up. It should be good this time. I am organizing RJ Hunt. Right now, I have to write a script for RJs to present on air. Any help from you guys will be appreciated. Tomo I have to go for publicity. And I need to sleep too. So Gnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-Sorry for the delayed post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2763822601625232035?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2763822601625232035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2763822601625232035&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2763822601625232035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2763822601625232035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3191389714121701764</id><published>2007-08-20T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:14:11.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rubbish ramblings</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny.. the phone rings and it could be anyone... Anyone in the world.. but a ringing phone has to be answered, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Phonebooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does need to be answered. I cannot possibly stand a phone ringing and no1 answering it. I hate it.  I love talking on the phone. I love talking,period.  But lately, everyday, there is something less and less to talk about. With my closest friends, I can't talk for more than 10 mins max. Earlier, it used to be 45 mins, minimum. One thing for sure is that my parents are delighted coz the phone bill doesn't come as much as it used to. And believe me when I say that it was ALOTTTTT. But i guess there is so much to talk, that i don't know where to start. or maybe there is nothing at all. its not like anything gr8 is going on in my life. lifes gotten boring.  ok im done rambling. ok maybe not. i am watching "confessions of a teenage drama queen" right now. theres a scene of them in NYC. I wish to live there someday, even if it is for a little while. yeah I also wish to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3191389714121701764?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3191389714121701764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3191389714121701764&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3191389714121701764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3191389714121701764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/rubbish-ramblings.html' title='Rubbish ramblings'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7925964550212455290</id><published>2007-08-18T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:45:01.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sky High</title><content type='html'>I love taking pictures of the sky. Needless to say, I think I'm pretty good... :-D Here are few pics from my huge collection of past 2 years. I've given descriptions to them. Click on the pictures to get a bigger picture.(geddit geddit? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Mumbai-Pune Expressway. Storm raging. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsahiCm5qNI/AAAAAAAAADY/H--K3jstq9U/s1600-h/Image%28371%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsahiCm5qNI/AAAAAAAAADY/H--K3jstq9U/s320/Image%28371%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099941234231322834" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Mumbai. Don't remember where but I loved the whole idea of this pic so took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsahiSm5qOI/AAAAAAAAADg/doJBOhfwA3o/s1600-h/Image%28407%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsahiSm5qOI/AAAAAAAAADg/doJBOhfwA3o/s320/Image%28407%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099941238526290146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, at 7.15 in the morning in the last week of August. This is the view from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahiim5qPI/AAAAAAAAADo/d4Mu9M6NOeI/s1600-h/Image%28452%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahiim5qPI/AAAAAAAAADo/d4Mu9M6NOeI/s320/Image%28452%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099941242821257458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening. Loved the contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahiim5qQI/AAAAAAAAADw/x3LRfk0P4rM/s1600-h/Image%28409%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahiim5qQI/AAAAAAAAADw/x3LRfk0P4rM/s320/Image%28409%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099941242821257474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foggy day in my complex, 2 years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsaeYim5qHI/AAAAAAAAACo/IZVI1kyXLhA/s1600-h/Image%28168%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsaeYim5qHI/AAAAAAAAACo/IZVI1kyXLhA/s320/Image%28168%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099937772487682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;A view from the Garden in my complex at sunset. Both the pictures were taken from the exact same spot and the same time, 2 days apart.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsaepym5qII/AAAAAAAAACw/stlFNDa6RKI/s1600-h/Image%28280%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsaepym5qII/AAAAAAAAACw/stlFNDa6RKI/s320/Image%28280%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099938068840425602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsafFim5qJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AeYD277m_6E/s1600-h/Image%28293%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsafFim5qJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AeYD277m_6E/s320/Image%28293%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099938545581795474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my friend's house's window, which overlooks the Powai lake. Earlier I thought it was smoke, later realized its the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsaf8im5qKI/AAAAAAAAADA/90-4BSqMvkI/s1600-h/Image%28337%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsaf8im5qKI/AAAAAAAAADA/90-4BSqMvkI/s320/Image%28337%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099939490474600610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This is how it looked 2 mins before it started to pour last year. It probably happened this year too but I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahhym5qMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v0cXlE_PfMw/s1600-h/Image%28398%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsahhym5qMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v0cXlE_PfMw/s320/Image%28398%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099941229936355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Seven Bungalows. Looks like the rays are going to burst the clouds open any second. Alas, it didn't happen. It stayed like this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsakhym5qRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qtADNymjjpg/s1600-h/Image%28342%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsakhym5qRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qtADNymjjpg/s320/Image%28342%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099944528471238930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine drive, someday. Taken from th car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal9ym5qSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d0-ITosehQw/s1600-h/Image%28457%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal9ym5qSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d0-ITosehQw/s320/Image%28457%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099946109019203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-Sm5qUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NWcFWgcPmEk/s1600-h/Image%28474%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-Sm5qUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NWcFWgcPmEk/s320/Image%28474%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099946117609138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhu beach. Sunset. If you look closely, you can see a guy peeing in the ridiculous place for a toilet at the beach. Taken outside Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-Sm5qVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oHhD78EoGMI/s1600-h/Image%28488%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-Sm5qVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oHhD78EoGMI/s320/Image%28488%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099946117609138514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite pics. Pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-im5qWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TSDUWOn2_oU/s1600-h/Image%28496%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsal-im5qWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TSDUWOn2_oU/s320/Image%28496%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099946121904105826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsanaym5qXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LjxhljacOw4/s1600-h/Image%28497%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/Rsanaym5qXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LjxhljacOw4/s320/Image%28497%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099947706747038066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calicut beach. Just before we were about to leave to go back to the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsanbCm5qYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BH6gyb3xnbc/s1600-h/Image%28530%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsanbCm5qYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BH6gyb3xnbc/s320/Image%28530%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099947711042005378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pics.... but i'm too lazy to upload them from my cell. Lemme know what you guys think about these pics. Yes I know I'm insane, but I just luuurve these pics. They are my most prized possessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7925964550212455290?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7925964550212455290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7925964550212455290&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7925964550212455290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7925964550212455290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/sky-high.html' title='Sky High'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RsahiCm5qNI/AAAAAAAAADY/H--K3jstq9U/s72-c/Image%28371%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4699796676706216305</id><published>2007-08-14T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:13:51.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog things</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My quiz results *********UPDATED******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dignified, spiritual, and wise.&lt;br /&gt;Always unsatisfied, you constantly try to better yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a seeker of knowledge and often buried in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be philosophical, looking for the big picture in life.&lt;br /&gt;You dream of inner peace for yourself, your friends, and the world.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend, you always give of yourself first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little girly, a little boyish, and probably a whole lot indie.&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, and it pretty much defies gender lines.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 63% Tortured Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/"&gt;Are You a Tortured Genius?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4699796676706216305?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4699796676706216305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4699796676706216305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4699796676706216305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4699796676706216305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-things.html' title='Blog things'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-59539371396382203</id><published>2007-08-11T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:39:20.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SUCK IT</title><content type='html'>Stupid bitch. Stupid, stupid, stupid bitch. She is also called as the MAN and UNDERTAKER in my class. Anish calls her a stinking whore. I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're in our tutorials. And she walked past my friend and told him to re-write his first page of the assignment coz he had few cancellations on it. She asked two-three other people also to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my assignment. I had a teeny tiny cancellation on my first page. She read the first few lines and she is like "You better write this again!" I told her "Mam this is my fair sheet. Why do you want me to re-write this for one tiny sribble?"&lt;br /&gt;So she blasts at me, " Why you making arguments with me?" I told her that I wasn't and then she shouted again saying "I don't want your paper" and she walked out mumbling. BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always get irritated with the presentation matters especially in engineering colleges where presentation matters more than your actual work. This was probably the most annoyed I've been. I thought after my ED prof, no one could get on my nerves like this but I was clearly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of people who suck up to the teachers and agree to everything and anything they say. I like to believe that you have to stand up for whats right. And I do not think that presentation counts more than your work. I just wish that the stupid teachers would get that. Now that she knows my face, that female is DEFINITELY not going to give me marks in my term work. So that sucks harder. I hate it. I simply hate this whole system. I wish there was something to do about it (DO NOT TELL ME IMPROVE UR PRESENTATION. IT WAS ONE TINY SCRATCH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. I'm pissed. And I agree with Dr. Cox. People are bastard coated bastards with bastard fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok since i'm so bored and have nothing to do, i'm making this a double post. its saturday night and i have nothing to do. no i'm not a party animal or anything. but its always nice when u have something to do. but i don't right now. nothing. illai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could read, but i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;i could watch scrubs, but i've got my last few episodes of season 4 left and i'm saving them for travelling in buses.&lt;br /&gt;i could cook, but i don't like to.&lt;br /&gt;i could watch a  movie, but i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;i could watch  tv, but there is nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;i could do my journal, but then i'll get bored in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i'm doing nothing. sitting on my comp. my family is going out for dinner except me. i'm getting bored and i've ordered a sub. and i ended up watching scrubs. wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-59539371396382203?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/59539371396382203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=59539371396382203&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/59539371396382203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/59539371396382203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/suck-it.html' title='SUCK IT'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-273074157404874840</id><published>2007-08-07T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:39:25.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Been there, done that</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my experience in relationships I can proudly say that I have been there and done that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start some r/s advisor business. (My friends need help!)&lt;br /&gt;I like giving advice about anything and everything. but its most fun to give advice about r/s.&lt;br /&gt;It is very easy for me to spot someone's crush.&lt;br /&gt;I also particularly love troubling (read : teasing) other people. (its a nice advtg to committed people)&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously start some dating consultancy service.&lt;br /&gt;And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly sorry wasn't able to post anything for couple of days(or weeks, whatever it was.. sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;I've not been busy in particular but I was out of things to write about and yeah, lazy. Anyway, college on in full swing. I got my KT results back. Got 70 in BEE. I expected a lot more. But anyway, this got my total upto 360 i.e 60% so well yeah its  ok :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sleepy now.. need to complete a journal.. need to get up early for coll.. sooo tc everyone..&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-273074157404874840?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/273074157404874840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=273074157404874840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/273074157404874840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/273074157404874840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-there-done-that.html' title='Been there, done that'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7084337950690050635</id><published>2007-07-22T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:01:51.966+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aap kaa surroor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathly hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book 7'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter's Maniacal Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMU5o0_4AI/AAAAAAAAABc/VmDjT2tbcf0/s1600-h/PotterHallowsBOOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMU5o0_4AI/AAAAAAAAABc/VmDjT2tbcf0/s320/PotterHallowsBOOK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089934984303599618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMUgI0_3-I/AAAAAAAAABM/McfRALfWFSo/s1600-h/medium_pottercover3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMUgI0_3-I/AAAAAAAAABM/McfRALfWFSo/s320/medium_pottercover3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089934546216935394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMUqo0_3_I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZdvNEuKdao0/s1600-h/UKAdultDeathlyHallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMUqo0_3_I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZdvNEuKdao0/s320/UKAdultDeathlyHallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089934726605561842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(top to bottom- US edition cover, UK child edition cover and UK adult edition cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER and the DEATHLY HALLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit its over. Its done. No more HP books. No more anticipation. No more suspense. No more predictions. No waiting. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;^^My first thoughts when I finished this book after 14 hours of continuous reading. I am not implying that I didn't like the book or the ending. I was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word for J.K Rowling's last book of the series. Fantabolous. The book is extremely gripping. Not a dull moment. If you're sentimental types, you will probably feel really really sad (maybe even cry) for some of the characters that died in the book(quite a few). I don't wanna reveal anything. All I can say is, the book is worth reading to know the ending. After all its the journey that matters in the end, not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;(look at the Slytherin's locket. so pretty. i wish i had taken the adult edition :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at writing reviews and I'm actually not well (food poisoning... im fine but the weakness still there.. so mind is a bit on the numb side). Maybe later I might write a review(after I read tens and thousands of others and get a faint idea of how to write one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats it for now. Don't have too much to say anyway, except Aap KaA SurRoor-the movieE- the real LUV story is the funniest movie i've seen. Recommended by me to anyone and everyone (just make sure you go in a big group with the intention of making fun of the movieeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;one more thing... falling sick has its benefits. u lose weight like crazyyyy hehe.lalala. joy to the world. and college is funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc..cyaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7084337950690050635?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7084337950690050635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7084337950690050635&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7084337950690050635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7084337950690050635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potters-maniacal-ending.html' title='Harry Potter&apos;s Maniacal Ending'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RqMU5o0_4AI/AAAAAAAAABc/VmDjT2tbcf0/s72-c/PotterHallowsBOOK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4734376511411435457</id><published>2007-07-14T00:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:49:38.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>What I did in my holidays</title><content type='html'>my parents are gettin real pissed tht i sit on my ass all day on th comp.. either im watchin prison break (yes, 7 more episodes to go) or im blogging or catchin up on tech news online or going thru ppls blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised.. i haven't done anything constructive all vacations..but then again, vacations aren't meant to do constructive things. so i decided to make a list of all i did this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i organized my music(it was already pretty organized.. but for the past few months.. all my downloaded songs used to go in one folder and i was too lazy or didn't have the time to sort it.. so YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;2. i read hp 5&amp;amp;6 again coz i had forgotten almost everything.. preparing myself for th movie and book 7. and i read P.G. Wodehouse-code of the woosters. oh its soo soo funny. u have to read it. highly reccomended.&lt;br /&gt;3. i finished s1 of Pb and im sure by next week i'll be done with s2.&lt;br /&gt;4. i created a blog! hehe this has to be my biggest achievement.&lt;br /&gt;5. i saw one tree hill all four seasons again with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;6. movies: 10things i hate about u, mean girls, high school musical, john tucker must die,the perfect score, (yes they are all chick flicks.. btu i LOOVE chick flicks.. so much fun..!) all the harry potter movies again..(5th one twice already), an inconvenient truth, goal! (still have to watch goal2.. have it on my comp but 2 lazy), oceans13, pirates, shrek3,fantastic 4-rise of silver surfer.&lt;br /&gt;7. i joined the gym. (no wait.. this is my biggest achievement! im a true lazy ass)&lt;br /&gt;8. i haven't watched TV all vacation. ive been on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;9. i helped my sis make a decision to take admission in HR.(not only my sis.. my parents too.. convincin ppl is hard!)  i also did rounds of NM to check her name in the lists.&lt;br /&gt;10. i got lenses.&lt;br /&gt;11. me and brett upgraded from re-writable cds to 2gb pen drive.&lt;br /&gt;12. i went to lonavla.. for an overnight stay (okay yay, these hols weren't as bad as im thinking)&lt;br /&gt;13. met maanny friends who came to bbay from all kinds of places (pune, london, belapur, baroda, harvard,etc)&lt;br /&gt;14. ooooh i finished my vacation batch of EDC (jejurkar)... first 12 days of hols. where i had to get up at 6 in the morn..&lt;br /&gt;15. after classes got over, there have been rare occassions where i slept before 2 and got up before 12 hehe!&lt;br /&gt;16.i got majorly bored most of the times.i also learnt many card games.&lt;br /&gt;17. i got 20 new tracks on my ipod .. yippie! (exaggeration.. its around 5)&lt;br /&gt;18.i cleaned and arranged my wardrobe. phew. my mom was after my life. i still have my books to arrange.&lt;br /&gt;19. i bought a windcheater. yay. wanted one for so long.&lt;br /&gt;20. i started driving again.&lt;br /&gt;21. i lost weight..yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off on a happy note&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4734376511411435457?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4734376511411435457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4734376511411435457&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4734376511411435457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4734376511411435457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-did-in-my-holidays.html' title='What I did in my holidays'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7747219633052404801</id><published>2007-07-07T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:49:05.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funniest KANK review</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This is not written by me. I found it somewhere. I fell off my chair laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNIEST 'Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna' REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;Warning: HILARIOUS..may cause you to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a GayShah......... (Rukh Khan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANK……….&lt;br /&gt;I re-realized the importance of Einstein and Theory of Relativity today* (*see details below)……..Plus I have decided to write my own Theory of Torture……..and the first chapter in my theory would include showing Karan Johar movies to unsuspecting stupid enemies…….The morons will be shown Karan Johar movies (directed or produced) in the following order&lt;br /&gt;(1.) Kaal&lt;br /&gt;(2.) Kueer Ho Na Ho&lt;br /&gt;(3.) Koi Tranny Kissi Ka Bum&lt;br /&gt;(4.) Khujli Khujli Hoti Hain and finally&lt;br /&gt;(5.) SKANK + Nach Baliye Video from Bunty aur Bubli……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depending upon what level of torture you want to inflict on your opponent……..(1.) being the least amount and (5.) the Ultimate Torture …….The order is determined based on the amount of screen time Rani Suckerji has in the movie…….BTW number (5.) on the menu also comes with a choice between, the one I mentioned before and Chinese slow torture Rani Mukherji Ishtyle: Rani stripping of her makeup and clothes before the enemy very very slowly while singing in her OWN VOICE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Details: Long Karan Johar Movie titles……imply long running time ……..3.25 hrs at that……and these 3.25 hrs relatively feel like 3.25 light years……..now you may say light years is a measure of distance not time, the comparison is absurd. Exactly!!, so is the movie…..Coming to Einstein, he had a super brain and stock loads of gray cell…….precisely what this movie lacks: a brain and lack of gray cells on part of the writers (GayJo and Shibani Bhatija, who as I checked IMDB happened to be the writer of the atrocious Fanaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Karan (FagRukh Khan, they make his name sound something like Dev Saran but its Gay Karan) is a desi version of MIA HAMM (MIA is the captain US women's soccer team....) who has an accident and loses his chance of a career in soccer as he becomes handicapped (he cant get it up….) ........he is also a failed father and a failed husband (he cant get it up….) married to a cold calculative cleavage-popping fashion biatch Rhea (Preity Zinta)…..on the other hand MyHo Talwar (Tranny Mukherji) is a schoolteacher married to good old friend and PR consultant Rishi Talwar (AB's baby)…….their Marriage is also a failure (Rani cant get it up either.......)......Mr. &amp; Mr. Talwar live with lecherous pervert Mr. Talwar Sr. (AB, Rishi's father) who beds every blonde with a hole.........in the brain I mean……the couples aren't happy…..apparently there ain't a decent supply of brown bags in NYC to cover the face and…….lets leave it at that…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Karan and MyHo meet by accident and Gay bullsh!ts to MyHo incessantly ………then years later they meet by accident again over a kidnapping incident (some juvenile attempt at screenwriting this) voila sparks fly……and Lo some chicks in the auditorium fainted……Hai Rabba!! was their reaction…...I mean Duh!!! Its SRK and Rani (Read: Ugly and Gender confused)……how can sparks not fly??…..…so after light years of more incomprehensible bullsh!tting later in which they befriend each other and try to salvage each other's marriage……they have an affair….. they tell their respective and relatively better halves about the affair……….and all hell breaks lose……there are fights, tantrums, accusations, lies, throwing of objects, some leather daddy and S&amp;amp;M whip action, shouting, crying and worst of all: attempts at acting emotional by SRK and Rani……..I would rather prefer to be stabbed in the heart by a cold blooded serial killer…….As they say words are more harmful than any weapon……..especially words croaking out of SRK and Rani's choking-on-a-bone mouth……..throw in some bad Hin-glish songs, some forced cameos, AB in hospital getting all philosophical about life and death, shots of Manhattan, some completely over-the-top costumes and unimaginable sets, coincidence after coincidence after coincidence………and you have a full-on rhona-dhona filled Dukhbhari Daastan….finally the movie creeps to a grating almost laughable end………Abhi being married to the hot hot hot Saira Mohan (*drools*) and Rani as the best MAN (hahahahahaha……now aint that the truth……she ain't called Tranny for no reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has every possible SRK-GayJo cliché possible…….some Z-grade 70's and 80's cliché too……….sample these the sugar coated sappy romantic scenes and songs, the right off-the-ramp costumes, the 100-NYC-executives-can-live-in sized apartments, the beautiful shots of phoren country/city, stereotyping of characters like the career-oriented woman (Preity) is a cold-mean biatch………and the Sati-Savitri simpleton chick (Rani) is the nice one……. and my personal favorite: 'SEXY SAM'……yes I missed this in Kaal…….every time AB comes into picture there's 'SEXY SAM' sung by some bad-accented back-up singers……remember 'Miss Briganza Aaahaa' in KKHH or 'She wants your money' in KHNH……..how I wish every time SRK appeared in the movie, the background would play, in GayJo's voice, 'Shahrukh is my gay lover….Haaai Haai (haaai haaai as in a hijra saying it )……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is the same oft-repeated nonsense in any GayJo or SRK movies………boy meets girl………boy takes away girl from another boy and they live happily after……..the same thing again except the details are a little different…….so what if the main leads are married this time and they are transvestites……big deal…….throw in a song to show how sad they really are with their respective spouses………poof the audience will forgive their indiscretion….. Shibani Bhajita who wrote the screenplay seems to be playing Uncle Niece games with the Chopra/Johar camp ala Rani Suckerji to get movies.........and get approval for stupid illogical screenplays (Read my Fanaa review).............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean SRK's multi-million dollar football contract in USA before the accident ...... hahahaha......... hold on....its soccer not football.......coz football in US is the tamed down dumbed down version of Rugby..........plus only women's soccer is popular in US ...ok wait......it is the sissy Fagrukh......so probably he can pass of in the women's league...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole crap about justifying the affair coz they are soulmates......i mean what the hell........most people who have an affair have happy married life and they just go out and cheat for the heck of it........to try something new, something forbidden, to spice up their life......I haven't yet come across anybody who had an affair coz they found their soul mate.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the explanation for the affair was that they did have an affair coz&lt;br /&gt;- both are ugly transvestites&lt;br /&gt;- both are losers of the first order&lt;br /&gt;- both love blue.......films&lt;br /&gt;- both cry for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been good enough for me .......don't give nonsense about soul mates and stuff please.......especially from a man who is not married and probably never will be unless India passes the proposed gay marriage bill (yes there's a bill in parliament that's been discussed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogs by Niranjan Iyengar are often trite and meaningless……..I had to translate the dialogs to a bunch of goobers sitting next to me…..sample a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: I want to know my wife doesn't want to sleep with me??&lt;br /&gt;Rani: Pati-Patni sirf bistar nahi baat-tein hain, zindagi baat-tein hain ………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: I want to know my wife doesn't want to sleep with me??&lt;br /&gt;Rani: Are you sure you can see me naked??? Will you be able to perform once you see my Johnson….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrukh to Preity: janti ho is ghar mein mujh se bhi naakamyab kya hain ……….humara rishta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;Shahrukh to Preity: Do you know why I can't get it up??………coz you are neither as hairy as Karan nor you have a Johnson like Rani…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching SRK act in this movie is like sitting through a Quentin Tarantino produced horror-blood-gore-violent flick except that the blood/gore/ violence is replaced by the contortions on SRK's face………Just when you think that the bar for dreadful acting on his part cannot be lowered any further, SRK defies the odds and digs further down the abyss…….he hams to the hilt......there's the usual heavy breathing (Amisha's asthma attacks seem genuine), the lips quivering, the hideous grinning, the stupid stammering, the uncontrollable nose twitching.......at one point I thought his nose was half paralyzed coz of the accident or he was actually Samantha the witch from Bewitched waiting to shock the audience ..............when the dodo cried in the movie I pulled a bunch of my hair due to frustration.........I wanted to go to Mumbai , sneak in from his behind, pull his underwear and give him a real bad Wedgie........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not much of a looker either……..but by God he has never looked this hideous before……….what more this movie is almost shot with 100X zoom straight on to his face, if not zooming in to Preity's stuffed, swollen and ballooned bosom (Tskk.. Tskk in particular his nose)……..Plus he looks old…..like really really old…….ancient almost…..I know many of you are fans of SRK's nipples…..so are they on display again???….well you have to go through this agony, as I did, to find out….......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did anyone notice that out of the blue his limping would just go away.......especially in the songs.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers and Layers of makeup and numerous Liposuction sessions still cannot replace or improve on the intolerable cruelty of watching Rani Suckerji trying to act………she mouths the most amount of baloney in this movie…… her hubby is good looking (comparatively), earns well, likes to have fun, has a nice apartment, obviously loves her, is definitely horny and ready to get it on plus he is faithful…………..yet she is cold, no amount of micro waving can defrost the frigid biatch.............she acts grumpy and the glycerin flows continuously…….. I mean what is the problem with this woman? (besides the Johnson)…..what more can you ask from your husband?? ……… One of the most disgusting scenes in the movie is the dominatrix costume ...........you can clearly see the bulge in the crotch..........ew........gross.......well it explains why she cries thru out the movie..........even I was crying at how she looked after Big B pimped her ride..........and if u want to know ......then yes she even cries in the love making scene in the movie with FagRukh (I accept those tears though.......) The first scene in which Rani comes on screen in the red wedding dress......a song started playing in my head........its from the movie Zakhm starring Ajay Devgan and it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum aaye to aaya mujhe yaad ..........GALI MEIN AAJ SAAND NIKALA .......(SAAND as in Bull or bison, coz Rani puts the bull in bullsh!t and the sh!t in bullsh!t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the character is so poorly written that even Kajol for whom the role was written originally could not have put in any semblance of life in it………I think Bobby Darling would have been perfect for this role…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kajol……Unibrow woman does make a guest appearance in the movie……and for a change I must say it's a kind of relief…….if only for half a minute….although relatively it feels like a Nanosecond……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cameos……..there's Arjun Rampal and John A too…….or wait was I hallucinating??……..I don't know, there was so much furniture in the movie made out of fine Mahogany wood……..that with their respective acting skills they could pass-off as an Armoire and a Queen-sized bed……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preity……… now...... I am not a fan of her or her acting but I must say the puppies looked perky, excited and nice and the acting ain't that bad………she is quite decent……good for her……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big B……hmnnn......move over Emran Scmoochmi we have sexy SAM.........his role in the movie was sponsored by CIALIS, VIAGRA and PENEGRA..............this has to be AB's worst role ever…….even beating the one in BOOM………the gaudy costumes and the lewd dialog are just too hard to digest coming from a 60-something year old…….still he is the Big B and manages to bring a smile to your face………but I would have so loved to see Rajesh Khanna do this role……man it would have been awesome…….a complete laugh-riot….. kyon Babu moshai???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek……..if there is one reason I could sit through this junk then it was him…….he gives a nice, controlled and most importantly realistic performance……he is the only character you feel for……first coz of the fact that he is the perfect husband who is being cheated upon and second coz that he is the husband of that THING who cheats on him……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy is jarringly bad………save for 'Mitwa' which is a nice hear coz of the vocals and the Sufi feel to it…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically everything is top quality and extra saucily flamboyant……..just like the director's mannerisms……..however I would like to subject the Film Editor to Level (5.) torture I mentioned above but he/she wont have a choice………it will be the Chinese slow torture Rani Mukherji Ishtyle…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Fanaa and especially Krrish I didn't think there could be a worse movie this year…….but I sure did jump the gun…….Ladies, Gents, Lady-Gents Combos and Shahrukh types we have a winner………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram Gopal Varma's prophecy has come true…….he said he is awaiting the release of KANK as he loves horror movies………….this sure is one horror film……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7747219633052404801?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7747219633052404801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7747219633052404801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7747219633052404801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7747219633052404801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/07/funniest-kank-review.html' title='Funniest KANK review'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8051650422500766967</id><published>2007-07-06T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:13:46.304+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto'/><title type='text'>What the ---?</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for my bus and it arrived quickly(i thought it would be a good day), I put up my hand to indicate the driver to stop, and then I saw it. The sadistic smile. He didn't stop. He gave me a look of "Ha! Let me see you stop me now!" before he just went past me. 5 seconds later, an older man, who i just realized had his hand out too and he got really pissed that the driver didn't stop and started shouting till the driver stopped. I raaaan and I caught the bus. I was wondering, what our lives would be if buses didn't exist! Scary, I'm thinking. Unless, autos would be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was soo bugged with that driver. Sometimes this happens with conductors too. Just because they drive and control the bus doesn't mean they own it. They are supposed to stop when someone asks them too(i'm gonna have to look it up but i think i'm right) and i know for sure that rickshaw wallas aren't allowed to refuse you a ride WHEREVER you wanna go. Bloody hell. Its soo damn annoying when it happens. Makes me wonder, what the hell is wrong with these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe you never really learn to abuse until you start driving. Yes, it happened with me a couple of months back when I got my license and then i stopped driving (exams, vacations, enjoying, excuses, you know :P) and today I went for a drive with my mum. When we're in a rick, it doesn't matter how they are driving, as long as we reach the place correctly and in full size, with no body parts missing. But today I realized, they cut lanes WITHOUT any indication and they're selfish and make up their own set of traffic rules. Infact, I noticed this with soo many other car drivers too. One fellow SAW my mom advicing me and knew for a fact that I was a learner(though with a license I really am not but if you consider that i haven't driven for 3 months, I am.. yeah i'll stop rambling), STILL he didn't let me take a right, he zoomed past me so I panicked and the car stopped. And I saw it again. Sadistic bastard. What is wrong with these people? EVERYONE in India HAS to go for a re-check of driver's license. They have to learn the damn rules again!! I had to control myself sooo much from saying "Fuck" in front of my mom. And now I haaave to put up a big 'L' on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, vacations are boring. I've been seeing Prison Break and for those who don't watch it, you are DEFINITELY missing something horribly great! I also saw 'An Inconvenient Truth' yesterday. It is a movie presented by Al Gore. And its about informing us about global warming. Trust me, its scary whats going to happen if we don't take care of our planet. An individual can make a big difference. Al Gore has shown everything with graphs, maps, etc. And it is truly scary. We all can make a difference. Please visit www.climatecrisis.net if you are even little concerned. This site can help us take an action to reduce our Co2 emission. Please go through it carefully and join the virtual march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got lenses and i must say its weird looking at myself in the mirror without specks. I've been wearing it for 7 years now. Hehe. Gym is going good. I used to hate going alone now but now i'm used to it.. plus i have my iPod. Nothing like music to give you company :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i've rambled enough for the day. Goodnight. Shabhakhair. Shubh Ratri. Boys and girls, I love you very much(ya SRK, u totally don't sound like a perv when u say that!) lol!&lt;br /&gt;Gnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8051650422500766967?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8051650422500766967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8051650422500766967&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8051650422500766967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8051650422500766967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='What the ---?'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-6127094288751608252</id><published>2007-07-02T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:29:03.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Eat World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23'/><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>Jimmy Eat World - 23 ( I simply love this song and this band... guitar lovers will absolutely dig them and especially this song.. Try also 'Hear you me')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt for sure last night&lt;br /&gt;That once we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know these lonely dreams&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know that part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still driving away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry every day&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love these selfish things&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live...&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to decide&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was our time&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me like you do&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me, only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing still it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 23&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love what I'll never have&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-6127094288751608252?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/6127094288751608252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=6127094288751608252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6127094288751608252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/6127094288751608252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/07/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-370220181711744135</id><published>2007-06-30T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:40:35.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend thought it was that annoying orkut-ish website and you keep gettin invites for it in your inbox and he warned me not to tag him. But this tag is actually cool. It works like this- I have to reveal 8 secrets aba myself.. (hmph..i'm not good at it but i'll try.. it may get boring) and then i have to tag 8 other people..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been working on it all day and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Mom used to always tell me to get the fears out of the way first.So my first secret is my fear.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.. shit scared of abandonment from loved ones. I get upset even if its someone i don't like (though recently there hasn't been anyone who i hate or dislike)&lt;br /&gt;I have in the past experience stuff like this and its been painful. Maybe it was my fault, maybe it was theirs. Anyway that period of my life hit me so hard that I decided to completely change my personality which brings out the second secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I realized i didn't have to change my personality coz what i am today..it was always embedded in me but other people always put me down and made me suppress my talents and even my self-esteem. Till i decided to stand up for myself and actually be myself. Like its said in THE ITALIAN JOB "Trust everyone. Don't trust the devil in them" thus that became my motto, if you wanna call it that. And yeah got this one from one tree hill, "I believe you have one life, one chance and what you do with it is upto you." (I love intellectual and philosophical quotes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I also have a fear of being not good enough. I used to and still feel at times that I am not smart enough, not pretty enough, not talented enough, etc. I would blame my experience above described that made me feel that.  But I realized over the years because of a package that comes with getting older, maturity, that its no use blaming anyone or anything. Kinda like not regretting what you have done in the past (i didn't make any promises like alok has done coz i tend to break it at times) coz (thanks to a friend who made me realize this) that an action or decision you took at one point of time, was what you thought was right, and if you later regret making that action, you start doubting yourself and your beliefs of wrong and right. I don't even know if that would make sense to you right now but it did at that point to me and i try to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;(MU sorta made me doubt myself being smart but i figured out, its not about whether you're smart or not, its about how you can evolve from these labels and be yourself and work hard towards your goals.. that didn't make sense.. sorry i'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have had my share of guy problems (more than i'd like to remember) in the past. Earlier i used to blame myself, but linking this to the previous post, i starting being cocky and saying stuff like "to hell with them.. they don't know what they're missing" and i'm actually happy that i did think that and i'm sure the experiences with the guys helped me make better decisions and i'm thankful to all my ex bfs that they left my life coz i would never be able to realize how amazing a person Brett is. Its relative. Kinda like happiness. You don't know what happiness is until you've experienced sorrow. Which holds true for almost any and every emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Moving on from my problems. I've always had this dream of studying in one of these world famous colleges like Harvard, Stanford, Princeton, Oxford, Boston (not in any particular order) I just hope for post-grad I get into any of these colleges, i know you gotta  have absolutely top marks to get into these, and sem1 hit me so hard that i was scared of losing my dream, but i am going to try my best not to let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wow i didn't realize i reached sixth so fast. Anyway, sixth one, is not really a secret, but if you know me well, you would be knowing this. I have a problem with getting obsessed with one thing or one person. I have noticed this problem with mostly Librans (me and Brett being librans personified) Yeah so obsession, its been my problem since I was a kid, first my cousin bro(he was my only sibling at that point) and then my lil sis(when she was born), then my best friends over the years at different points of time. Then came celebrities.. Hrithik Roshan, Keanu Reeves, Abhishek Bachchan, Sawyer from Lost, Chad Michael Murray from One tree hill, Johnny Depp, currently its Wentworth Miller from Prison Break. After a while it became just TV shows... LOST, Heroes, One Tree Hill, the oc, Prison Break currently and of course, my darling Brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm always confused (libran sign no. 1) . And I always wanted to be a lefty. Always. But I can't write with my left hand how much ever I try *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting changes almost every page.. which shows my fluctuating mind and according to my dad its a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Aaah well the last one(yippieee!) I looove talking,dancing, music, movies and advertisements! Yes you read that right, it is advertisements! Sometimes I think I should've done arts or something.. but next second, i look at these beautiful and sexy gadgets and gizmos (and get turned on! hehe nah thats not true but on second thoughts...well.. let that be) Yeah like I was saying, I was wondering if I could have a combination of both. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, 8 secrets..i'm sure there were more if you read the above carefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my turn to tag people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pratap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yugi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ankur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;uhh i don't have 8 people i know.. and some people above mentioned have already been tagged... i'm sorry.. don't have too many blogging friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;tc...cyaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-370220181711744135?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/370220181711744135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=370220181711744135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/370220181711744135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/370220181711744135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2088663629581539612</id><published>2007-06-28T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:38:41.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonavla trip</title><content type='html'>Beware..you might get bored. I'll try to make it as brief as possible and put all the juicy stuff hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we left at 6.40 and reached at 10. We stopped at the Food Mall on the Expressway for breakfast. Beautiful house with a backyard and a pool. Soon my friends Bianca and Shweta(who were supposed to come back home with me in the eve) asked their parents if they could stay over and their parents agreed. It was my turn next. I called up mom and she said that i shouldn't come back alone and so i was allowed to stay over!! (YAYYY!!!!!) I was thrilled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bungalow was located in a complex of row houses with plenty of space to play cricket, football, etc. So the guys forced us to play cricket (honestly, we all gurls suck at it.. bet you already knew that) but still we played. Teams were chosen and we started playing. My team won (Hurraayy!) I caught two catches and I clean bowled a batsmen.. hehe.. too much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Next we started playing Kho-Kho.. didn't think it would be fun but it was.. teams were chosen and my team lost by 2 seconds! This took place till around 12.15 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time for lunch. We went to Kumar Plaza (th one belonging to Kumar Resort Lonavla.. u surely have seen their promotional video on your  cable.. its the one with fat, ugly, half-naked uncles and aunties dancing and singing.. "Shaayad meri shaadi ka khayal dil mein aaya hai, isi liye mummy ne meri tumhe Kumar Resort bulaya hai" hehe.. this was our anthem in lonavla! they have another song to but can't remember!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to Smokin' Joes to have lunch.. nearly all of us were hungry and sleepy. The service sucked out there and we had to wait a good hour before we got our Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch, we got food and drinks for the evening and night. I tried to sleep but the problem was that everything people sitting downstairs talked about or laughed, people upstairs could hear clearly. Hence, I couldn't sleep. So I went down and we started playing cards. We played poker and black queen. Before we knew it, it was around 5.30. We had a round of 20 questions or "yes, no or maybe" one may call it. It was hilarious and too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people went out for evening walks. They walked up till tea stall outside. Sankalp, who has long hair(not too long, longer than usual), wore his skull cap and glares. He then tried lifting up his shorts on one leg and tried to get a lift. hehe. this pic alongside shall show it. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RoT1VlYMDAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/K-g4EuIsWQg/s1600-h/n670996454_143789_1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RoT1VlYMDAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/K-g4EuIsWQg/s320/n670996454_143789_1524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081456030740384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for the walk but I stayed back reading a book and listening to iPod. Bianca had fever and wanted to leave. Since we couldn't let her go alone, I decided to leave with her. But everyone else convinced her to stay back as travelling when sick was unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found carrom board and coins and so we started playing. Had a good time. People returned from their walk since it started raining quite heavily and it got chilly. Electricity had gone once in the day, we didn't mind it as it was cold already. But the worst part was that there was no water. None to drink and nothing in the bathroom. That sucked. That reaallly sucked. Imagine, soo many people in the house and no flush working. Luckily, we had filled buckets of water in the evening when the water came for 2 hours(whoever thought of it is a genius) and we had to manually flush. Sick i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we had planned a pool party in the evening. But hardly anyone had a swimming costume. And since I hadn't intended to stay back, I had just one pair of change of clothes and I couldn't afford to get wet. Anyway, since it was raining perpetually and it was freezing, we didnt have a pool party. We were expecting 2 guys and a girl to reach Lonavla by 7.30-8. The girl reached by 8. But the guys, reached at 9...but instead of Lonavla, they reached Pune. Crazzyyy people! Then they took a lift from some tourist vehicle and then reached Khandala!! Insane i know! Anyway after having dinner, we came back around 11 and thats when these guys reached. By that time people started having drinks. We played cards and this wonderful name game with cards (its too complicated to explain but if anyone wants to know. pls tell me.. i'll try my best to put it in simple words) We had a blast playing that game and all of our eyes were filled with tears and our stomachs aching coz of laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank rum (Old Monk) and coke first.That was really good. The vodka we had bought was White Mischief(Aakash went for the cheapest one). Believe me, this vodka is absolutely ............. the most horrible thing!! Never ever ever have that thing. IT SUCKS!! But I had it anyway. Lol. then we put on music and started dancing and all hell broke lose! I've never had so much fun dancing as I did that night. I was clearly high, but not drunk. I could control myself. I could even walk a straight line (unfortunately couldn't with my eyes closed!) but aaah it was amazing. I didnt do any stupid things, though I know I was talking rubbish. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went for post-midnight walks. I could walk properly but was still talking rubbish. Hehe. I was even "kabab mein haddi" between this couple. I didn't let them go for a walk alone. And they were sweet enough to take care of me and let me be with them for almost 3 rounds. (sorry Dilshad and Mahek!) Then we met Sankalp on the way and he took us to this "Bhoot Bangla" and scared the shit out of me. So I went back. And I started telling everyone and anyone that "Sankalp is mean.' Lol! Whoever went for a walk, I would ask them to stay away from Sank becoz he would take them to a bhoot bangla and scare them becoz he was mean. I couldn't stop laughing about what crap i ws tlking the next day and I still can't. I wanted to get drunk once and feel free. And I'm happy that i was the sanest amongst the people who drank. Moushmi and Freeyan were running from Aakash while Vaibhav couldn't walk properly and was crawling up the stairs. Hehe. It was funny for the people who didn't drink. Probably annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway around 3, I was missing Brett too much and I didn't wanna call him and wake him so I went to bed. suddenly everyone ws in my room deciding what to do next. Sank called Moushmi(whose bungalow it was) KIRAN RAO coz of her specks. As i already mentioned earlier, you can hear everything that people talk downstairs, only this time they were laughing loudly and talking. So i got up around 4, and i was fine and sober. No head aches or anything. I went down and saw these people were playing cards and clicking pictures of people who were sleeping. Anyway, everyone went to bed around 4.30. There were two rooms upstairs occupied by the girls and one room and a sofa cum bed for the guys. 10 guys and 10 girls, managed sumhow to sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 9 o clock and went for  a round of the house to see if anyone was awake but no one was. then someones alarm rang and another girl got up. Then we woke everyone up. Some of them were having a hangover. The water also came back at 9 o clock. We decided to go down and put toothpaste on the guys who were still sleeping. We saw that Hitanshu was hugging Sankalp and sleeping and Sankalp kept pushing him away while Hitanshu tried harder. Lol!! I wish we had captured that on camera! Finally we managed to put toothpaste on Sank and he got up with a usual "Abbe yaar". We got almost everyone to get ready and go have tea around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was tired so we barely spoke. On going back to the house, we all started arguing over wat to do next. Choices were going to Tiger Falls, bushi dam or play water polo. I got bored and tried to sleep upstairs but in vain. the servant came and said she'd take atleast an hour to clean the house so we couldn't leave till she was done. so the guys went to play football while the girls started a photo session and starting dancing etc. We shot this amazin vid summarizin the events that took place on the trip regarding each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a discussion about the previous night's events was hilarious. Then we finally left for lunch around 1.30 and bought yummy fudge and chikki and left around 3.30. We ended up going neither to Bushi Dam nor Tiger Falls. Coming back journey was a bit boring. We played antakshari.. hindi and english.. Reached home around 6.30. Great trip. Had an absolute blast. Looking forward to more like these!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-Told ya you'll get bored. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S-Hope you didn't!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2088663629581539612?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2088663629581539612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2088663629581539612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2088663629581539612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2088663629581539612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonavla-trip.html' title='Lonavla trip'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o1G77ArY3E/RoT1VlYMDAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/K-g4EuIsWQg/s72-c/n670996454_143789_1524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8370731649127605943</id><published>2007-06-26T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:54:43.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonavla</title><content type='html'>Finally I get to go out of Bombay. I know its just Lonavla, not Mauritius or something.. but still I haven't gone out for a year maybe. Last trip was to Mahabhaleshwar before my college started. Then hell took over (actually engineering ain't that bad but like to say it is hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning 5 am, I'm gonna be out with school friends, 18 of us going to a friend's bungalow there. We've hired a mini-bus. Most of them are staying over there(including the gurlz) but my parents have not allowed me to stay over so i'll be coming back with two other girls by the last Volvo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats with sleepovers that my parents have a problem. They don't mind me staying till late at my friends house but they can't let me sleepover, even if my friend lives in the right next building.&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I have stayed over at a friend's house only once in my lifetime. That too, almost 5 years ago. I've gone for trips and camps and all, but I guess for their mental security, the teachers are coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, (enough with my miseries) The point is that I am going tomorrow. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Lonavla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8370731649127605943?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8370731649127605943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8370731649127605943&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8370731649127605943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8370731649127605943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonavla.html' title='Lonavla'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3955228609850117169</id><published>2007-06-25T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:23:48.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='422'/><title type='text'>422</title><content type='html'>Helloo!! I got really inspired by Pratap (read his articles to know why i'm saying that)&lt;br /&gt; and these are my observations on my way to Khar today in the bus. I got into the bus at 12.40 and reached Khar at 1.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're really random thoughts. I was nearly one hour into my journey when I realized I should note down what I was thinking about things happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Reason:Stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Music:Champagne Supernova by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Khar.In 422 bus.Empty bus. Hell lot of traffic in front of my place.Then at andheri bridge.Then again at irla.Now the bus is speeding.Wind.Yay!Forgot P.G.Wodehouse book I was reading at home.Traffic again.Bored.Music-Bamboo..Hips don't lie.Thirsty.Speeding again.Driver gone mad.Santacruz.Brett.I'll meet him soon.I need water.And an AC car.Pink Floyd-Money.So appropriate.Traffic again.So not.Black Eyed Peas-Where is the love?Again apt for the world.Its hot.And traffic again.Jimmy Eat World-May angels lead you in.Not now I hope.I wanna live.Still at Santacruz.Its dug up.Traffic.Yay breeze.Person sitting next to me,answers phone and talks loudly.Note to self-Thank parents for iPod.Would be reaallly boring without it.Person talks louder.Need to increase volume.Everyone staring at me coz i'm typing away to glory on my cell.Bus almost empty.Reaching Linking Road.Nelly Furtado-Maneater.Feel like dancing.An accident nearby.Speeding again.Free road.Yay.Speed,Wind,Perfect song. Reached destination. Tired.Roger that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3955228609850117169?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3955228609850117169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3955228609850117169&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3955228609850117169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3955228609850117169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/422.html' title='422'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7878448177744738397</id><published>2007-06-22T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:00:59.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bombay'/><title type='text'>BOMBAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got this in an e-mail long time back and its got&lt;br /&gt;some amazing funny facts about our strange city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!  B_O_M_B_A_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bombay has no bombs and is a harbour not a bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Churchgate has neither a church nor a gate. It is a railway station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is no darkness in Andheri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No king ever stayed at Kings Circle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nor did Queen Victoria stay at Victoria Terminus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nor is there any princess at Princess Street .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lower Parel is at the same level as Parel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are no marines or sailors at Marine Lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Mahalaxmi temple is at Haji Ali not at Mahalaxmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teen bati is a junction of 3 roads, not three lamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trams used to terminate at Kings circle not Dadar Tram Terminus (Dadar T.T.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Breach Candy is not a sweetmeat market, but there is a Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Safed Pool has the dirtiest and blackest water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You cannot buy coal at Kolsa street .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are no Iron smiths at Lohar chawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lokhandwala complex is not an Iron and steel market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Null bazaar does not sell taps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will not find ladyfingers at Bheendi Bazaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalachowki does not have a black Police station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanging Gardens are not suspended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mirchi Gully does not sell chillies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sitafals do not grow in Sitafal Wadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jackfruits do not grow at Fanaswadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it is true that you may get fleeced at Chor Bazaar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AMCHI MUMBAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A City where everything is possible, especially the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where lovers first love and then marry, Where there is place for every Tom,Dick&amp;amp;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where telephone bills make a person ill, Where a person cannot sleep without a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where carbon-dioxide is more than oxygen, Where the road is considered to be a dustbin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where college canteens are full and classes empty, Where Adam teasing is also making an entry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where a cycle reaches faster than a car, Where everyone thinks himself to be a star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where sky scrapers overlook the slum, Where houses collapse as the monsoon comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where people first act and then think, Where there is more water in the pen than ink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where the roads see-saw in monsoon, Where the beggars become rich soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where the roads are levelled when the minister arrives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where college admission means hard cash, Where cement is frequently mixed with ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO PROVE YOU'RE A BOMBAYITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that*this means south of&lt;br /&gt;Churchgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only&lt;br /&gt;Bombayites can understand.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your door has more than three locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet&lt;br /&gt;and you think it's a "steal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college&lt;br /&gt;friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a&lt;br /&gt;species unique only in Bombay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cabbies and bus conductors think you are from Mars if you call the&lt;br /&gt;roads by their Indian name, they are more familiar with Warden Road,Peddar Road,&lt;br /&gt;Altamount Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stock market quotes are the only other thing besides cricket which&lt;br /&gt;you follow passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The first thing that you read in the Times of India is the&lt;br /&gt;" Bombay Times" supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You take fashion seriously. You're suspicious of strangers who are&lt;br /&gt;actually nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You compare Bombay to New York 's Manhattan instead of any other&lt;br /&gt;cities of India .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You insist on calling CST as VT, and Sahar and Santacruz airports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your&lt;br /&gt;&gt;toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Being truly alone makes you nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You love wading through knee deep mucky water in the monsoons, and&lt;br /&gt;actually call it ''romantic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Only in Bombay , you would get Chinese Dosa and Jain Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7878448177744738397?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7878448177744738397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7878448177744738397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7878448177744738397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7878448177744738397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/bombay.html' title='BOMBAY'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-3635039881044845101</id><published>2007-06-20T17:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:52:35.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I feel particularly stupid, I read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Question: If you could live forever, would you and why? Answer: “I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever.”&lt;br /&gt;* Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ”Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can’t help but cry. I mean I’d love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff.”&lt;br /&gt;* Mariah Carey &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hehe .. bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ”Researchers have discovered that chocolate produces some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana. The researchers also discovered other similarities between the two, but can’t remember what they are.”&lt;br /&gt;* Matt Lauer on NBC’s Today show, August 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “I haven’t committed a crime. What I did was fail to comply with the law”  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i like this one the most)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* David Dinkins, New York City Mayor, answering accusations that he failed to pay his taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(i simply love this one! hehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Brooke Shields, during an interview to become spokesperson for a federal anti-smoking campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “I’ve never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(God, people are dumb!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country.”&lt;br /&gt;* Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “They’re multipurpose. Not only do they put the clips on, but they take them off.”&lt;br /&gt;* Pratt &amp; Whitney spokesperson explaining why the company charged the Air Force nearly $1000 for an ordinary pair of pliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “We’re going to turn this team around 360 degrees.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He clearly never understood physics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jason Kidd, upon his drafting to the Dallas Mavericks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “I’m not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president.”&lt;br /&gt;* Hillary Clinton commenting on the release of subpoenaed documents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. “China is a big country, inhabited by many Chinese.”&lt;br /&gt;*Former French President Charles De Gaulle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a jackass, and I’m just the one to do it.”&lt;br /&gt;* A congressional candidate in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. “The government is not doing enough about cleaning up the environment. This is a good planet.”&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. New Jersey contestant when asked what he would do with a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. “When I have been asked during these last weeks who caused the riots and the killing&lt;br /&gt;in L.A., my answer has been direct and simple: Who is to blame for the riots? The rioters are to blame. Who is to blame for the killings? The killers are to blame.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Former U.S. Vice-President Dan Quayle on the complex social issues behind the Los Angeles Riots. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I thought you had to be smart to be a VP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. “I don’t feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from them. There were great numbers of people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;* John Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. “Half this game is ninety percent mental.”&lt;br /&gt;* Philadelphia Phillies manager Danny Ozark &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(NO comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. “It isn’t pollution that’s harming the environment. It’s the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.”&lt;br /&gt;* Former U.S. Vice-President Dan Quayle &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just when i thought he couldn't get any dumber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. “Without censorship, things can get terribly confused in the public mind.”&lt;br /&gt;* General William Westmoreland&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is.”&lt;br /&gt;* Former U.S. Vice-President Dan Quayle at a fundraising event for the United Negro College Fund. (He was attempting to quote the line”a mind is a terrible thing to waste”.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LMAO! He proved me wrong once again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. “If you let that sort of thing go on, your bread and butter will be cut right out from under your feet.”&lt;br /&gt;* Former British foreign minister Ernest Bevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. “I love California. I practically grew up in Phoenix.”&lt;br /&gt;*Former U.S. Vice-President Dan Quayle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. “After a short commercial break, I’ll introduce you to Kansas City’s latest murder victim.”&lt;br /&gt;*WDAF-TV news anchor &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lol! Wish I had seen the show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-3635039881044845101?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/3635039881044845101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=3635039881044845101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3635039881044845101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/3635039881044845101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-quotes.html' title='Stupid Quotes'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-7979794102774614730</id><published>2007-06-19T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:06:34.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18'/><title type='text'>18 and immature, they say</title><content type='html'>helloo..i just read Pratap's blog (there is a link on the right side.. he has written some really good articles) His latest article was about How it sux tht we're not kids anymore...etc.. read the article.. and this was my comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i had no clue we were so similar. the 1st day it poured, i was really skeptical to go down and get wet, my sis on the other hand (shes 16 but wid behaves like 10) ran down.. and i was thinkin of th exact same things.. why do we need to care so much about everything now that we're all grown up? as a kid, nothing in th world wouldve stopped me to go down and get wet.. but this is wht life is.. th whole idea of ppl judging you if u do anything inappropriate really gets on my nerves.. if u behave like a kid (like u said watchin cartoons or just behave silly) u get to hear things like "GROW UP.. STOP BEING SO IMMATURE" but when th question comes to stay out late or drinking or whatever a young adult (18 i.e) does, u have 2 hear "UR JUST A CHILD" and that pisses me off the most.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butttt this is life, and this is India, so well, you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all the episodes of Prison Break s1 and s2, started watching them.. and i've started going to the gym (i think i've put on too much wt.) and I'm reading P.G Wodehouse currently. I got class again tomo morn. 4 more days. and then i have good chances of getting drunk (never have got drunk, just wanna get drunk once and feel free for a bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this real good set of stupid quotes by famous people, i'll put it up tomo. Tc. Gnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-7979794102774614730?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/7979794102774614730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=7979794102774614730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7979794102774614730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/7979794102774614730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/18-and-immature-they-say.html' title='18 and immature, they say'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-8100365246218397767</id><published>2007-06-17T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:24:16.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dude, wheres my city?</title><content type='html'>These are just random thoughts. Please forgive the language. Just really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dude, where’s my city?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mumbai - the city of dreams. Also the city of rape, murder, bomb blasts, 26/7, shootouts, self-proclaimed moral police, people who live bollywood star’s lives in the paper, news channels, on tv, in magazines, anything they can get their greedy hands on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was it always like this or is that I was too much of a child to realize any of this was going on? Except for the media hypes. That’s recent and everyone knows it. Ash-Abhi get engaged, married, go for honeymoon, go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cannes&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and for every single thing, there is Breaking News. Its more like TV&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;breaking, paper tearing and hair pulling news. Let me put it another way, who cares?!? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marriages are breaking everyday because people don’t have time for each other. Engineering and Medical students’ social life pretty much sucks. We’d rather spend our time sleeping rather than pay attention to any celeb’s life. Some people are getting stoned or getting ready to leave &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Do you think they have time for some spice bolly news? All these news are for one section of the society(hate that word.. will get to that soon), why do others have to suffer for it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It really sucks. I hate to even start about the moral police. Firstly, who appointed you? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the fuck happened to freedom of speech, expression, etc. Our forefathers, the constitution makers, if somehow brought back to life, would shoot themselves so that they don’t have to see this happening. What sucks is that, we have to. But we have a chance to make things right. But if one tried to do that, politics shoots us down and blames the other party. I mean, you guys are ‘supposedly’ our leaders, country leaders that is, teach us how to save electricity and water, promote education, get rid of poverty, build roads, do whatever it takes to make the country progress, we will help. But for God’s sakes, please stop teaching us how to live our lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop teaching us that its wrong to hang out with your boyfriend on valentine’s day or any other day for that matter. Stop the censoring of the channels because that’s the limit. You don’t wanna watch the mildest of the mildest of erotic scenes (by that I mean, kissing on the cheek) with your mom around. Screw You. I want to. Why the hell are you stopping me? Stop burning down cyber cafes because you do all of this shit, and don’t expect people to complain. Stop teaching us that turning us against each other on the name of religion is good for us. You don’t understand English, everyone else does, stop making English channels Hindi. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What sucks more, I’ve realized recently, is that instead of encouraging kids to learn English, you’re giving them an easier option, Hindi. Not that Hindi isn’t good. It may attract a wider audience, but come on, atleast don’t use hi-fi words in Hindi that a 18 yr old doesn’t understand… How the hell is a 5 yr old kid supposed to understand? Harry Potter movies in Hindi. Cartoons in Hindi. Boy am I happy tat I grew up in the age of English Cartoons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now: &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Mumbai&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost every college (and every student, unfortunately) in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is affiliated with MU. Our engineering papers, first yr that is, are given to the University for Corrections. Results came. Lucky ones pass. Unluckier people (like me) get screwed. I like to think I am smart. Smart enough to atleast pass dammit. People dumber than me have passed. On getting the photocopy of answer sheet, I noticed my answers are right, but there are no ticks, no crosses, just randomly marks allotted (mostly zero). Agreed that there are too many papers and not the same amount of teachers to correct, but does that mean you deprive us of marks where we deserve? This clearly ain’t something I signed up for. They’re messing with our future. With the country’s future. Most of the people I know, like me, are planning to go abroad for their Masters or MBA because of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s condition today, no one wants their future to be further messed up. It’s hard to even stat about the good points of our engineering syllabus. Help is what we need. What &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; needs?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mumbai is so fucked up. I can’t imagine how other cities are like. I was highly inspired by RDB and I just wish more people were. And that they come out and share their views too. I really hope things in Mumbai or &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; change. We’ve been backward for a very long time, this is our time to progress. We need a change desperately. Mostly a change of “Live and let live” attitude. &lt;/p&gt;  P.S- Please forgive me if I have offended anyone. Really didn't mean to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-8100365246218397767?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/8100365246218397767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=8100365246218397767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8100365246218397767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/8100365246218397767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/dude-wheres-my-city.html' title='Dude, wheres my city?'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-4950267257202706995</id><published>2007-06-09T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:23:57.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a relief ! Saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; 3 yest (real cool movie.. funnier than ever!) and today going for Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carribean&lt;/span&gt; :At world's end.. that leaves Ocean's 13.. hoping to watch that soon too...&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; results, i tried putting my best in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 2.. and it worked out fine (hopefully) and i hope that results come out fine. I even gave my BEE paper for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reval&lt;/span&gt;.. even though BEE KT paper was really good.. if i pass in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 1 paper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be getting a I or II Class whereas for whatever result in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 2, and passing the KT paper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna get the PASS class.. hoping for the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just finished watching One Tree Hill season 4 episode 20, good episode, loads of drama as usual..  but nonetheless, awesome. I love this show. Also love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;, Heroes, Lost, Grey's Anatomy, The Apprentice, That 70s show, Friends and Seinfeld of course.. yeah i know.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; addicted.. can't help it.. Recently i got Two Guys and a Girl Season 1 and 2.. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; all 17 season.. can't wait to start watching it.. I even gotta watch Prison Break.. i stopped watching after 5 episodes of the first season because of exams... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway gotta go get ready..  have to leave soon for the movie.. Will update later.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-4950267257202706995?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/4950267257202706995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=4950267257202706995&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4950267257202706995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/4950267257202706995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-over-what-relief-saw-shrek-3-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-1492918824812078367</id><published>2007-05-19T14:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:08:18.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icse results 2007'/><title type='text'>ICSE results!!</title><content type='html'>OK finally the ICSE results came out about an hour back and my sister scored an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86.28%&lt;/span&gt; :D YAYYYYYYYY!!! I don't remember being so happy after any result after my tenth std (91% btw  for which a was lil upset but still 91 baby!! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is th kind who does not really express how her paper was... (unlike me).. so we were really worried about her.. except maybe maths.. (she was sure to get 99 in it but she got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98&lt;/span&gt;... not bad at all! i had got th same too!!)&lt;br /&gt;she used to go online or talk on the phone all the time and hence the worrying. but she kicked ass... :D i'm so proud of my baby sis!! unfortunately right now she is in Panchgani and im at home trying to study (lol yeah like thats happening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my batch of '04 in my school holds th record of having most number of 90+ students ever!! 33/78 which was amazing!! till date, no 1 has been able to beat our awesome record :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wanna check the result of ICSE/ISC.. go to&lt;br /&gt;www.cisce.ndtv.com/def10.asp   ......... for ICSE&lt;br /&gt;www.cisce.ndtv.com/def12.asp ........ for ISC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo happy!! can't wait till she comes bak...!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin out now.. tc.. cya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-1492918824812078367?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1492918824812078367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/1492918824812078367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/05/icse-results.html' title='ICSE results!!'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-5884041325426344839</id><published>2007-05-05T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:00:35.476+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shilpa shetty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiderman 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard gere'/><title type='text'>PL sux</title><content type='html'>im at home trying to study.. but its soo damn hard 2 concentrate! comp and tv just distract me way too much. classes tire me.. then i need entertainment :D&lt;br /&gt;i saw spiderman 3 yest.. reaally cool.. th guy who plays Harry in th movie.. he was soooooooo cute in th movie.. wasn't that crazy about him in th 1st 2 movies.. but now.. all i have to say is WOW! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying to get one tree hill s4 e16.. but th guy who has it hasn't been coming online... stupid ass! and i jus heard that an arrest warrant has been issued for Richard Gere for kissing Shilpa Shetty on the cheek.. lol its really funny..How can people be so conservative in th 21st century???  India really needs one scandal or the other all th damn time..that really sux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gtg..&lt;br /&gt;will update sometime other... gtta study.. wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-5884041325426344839?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/5884041325426344839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=5884041325426344839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5884041325426344839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/5884041325426344839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/05/pl-sux.html' title='PL sux'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988509240160954381.post-2502955470113961427</id><published>2007-05-05T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:53:21.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the joy of giving</title><content type='html'>wassup everyone..&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this article for our IEEE magazine.. Insignia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The joy of giving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was a very normal day in college. I went back to the station as usual after college was over. The train hadn’t come for a very long time. Frustrated with Mumbai local trains always being late, I was still waiting impatiently for it.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An announcement was made that the train would be 10-15 minutes late so I went to get something to eat from the stall nearby. I was looking around for familiar faces when I saw this old man give away clothes to this poor girl who had her younger brother in her arms. The old man was checking the size of the clothes to see whether or not it would fit the kids. I saw all of that and just then, everything was right in the world, I wasn’t annoyed anymore. I don’t know if those kids had their parents around…either way, I’m sure they would’ve been glad too&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; just like I was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s always nice to know that someone somewhere is doing something for the poor. That old uncle was probably giving away his grandchildren’s old clothes to those two poor children. The little girl’s eyes were absolutely lit up looking at all the new stuff she was receiving from that kind man. Just looking at the joy in the children’s innocent faces, the man seemed real contented with what he was doing for them. It reminded me about school days on Christmas, when each and every student of the school used to contribute old clothes and books to the children from a mobile crèche nearby. Those kids used to be sooo thrilled just looking at the new stuff which left one feeling good about doing a nice thing for them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another time, I remembered in ninth and tenth standard, our school used to take us to the mobile crèche every week. We were to teach the little children out there to draw and colour, to write or talk in English or Hindi. Every week, I used to look forward to meeting them and teaching them something new. In return, they used to present a song or recite a poem they had recently learnt. That used to be a real proud moment for all of us. It gave a warm feeling that will remain in my heart forever and always make me happy for my contribution to their growth as normal children&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That also reminded me of another incident. My mom used to go for walks in the complex and she used to see few poor children studying under the street light. So one day she went and asked them how old they are and what books they read. The eldest of them all replied, “Anything and everything, Aunty. We don’t have much of a choice out here.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She was so fascinated by that boy’s reply, so as soon as she reached home she started searching and removing old clothes she thought would fit them and old books she thought they’d learn something from. Next day she went and gave it to those children. Seeing my mum give away clothes, two or three boys who were a bit away ran to her and started taking the clothes from her. Just then the boy she had spoken to the previous day told those other boys “She isn’t here to give clothes and books to children who don’t want to study so please go away…” My mom returned home with tears in her eyes. My parents are members of Rotary Club and often they go and give new stuff to poor children. They always return home with that similar warm feeling in their hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The train made a loud hoot and I was back on the platform from my memories. I started thinking how many people are there in this city who actually do such kind deeds? A few tens? Hundreds? It can’t go beyond that. Celebrities instead of endorsing consumer products should help society and endorse NGOs that actually contribute to the overall development of less fortunate children. The celebrities can really have a strong influence over the audience if they utilize their popularity for something as useful and needful as helping the poor. I think IEEE should organize something for the less fortunate children. The least we can do for them is give them happiness by giving them proper clothes to wear, books to read or just some games to play. There are still millions of them who just dream about going to schools to study and having a normal childhood. So lets go out, do something for them instead of always expecting other people to do something for us. After all, giving without expecting a favour back is one of&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the true joys of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988509240160954381-2502955470113961427?l=poisonivy68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/feeds/2502955470113961427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988509240160954381&amp;postID=2502955470113961427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2502955470113961427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988509240160954381/posts/default/2502955470113961427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivy68.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy-of-giving.html' title='the joy of giving'/><author><name>Dimple Nangia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
