<?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-33201005</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:24.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musafir hoon yaroon...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33201005.post-116550109999412330</id><published>2006-12-07T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:18:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this article claims indian women are ugly cus theyre masculine and black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.majorityrights.com/images/uploads/aishwarya_rai.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://majorityrights.com/index.php/weblog/comments/the_evolution_of_blond_hair_and_blue_eyes_among_nordics/&amp;amp;h=393&amp;w=255&amp;amp;sz=26&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=204&amp;tbnid=k6OjEyU6m66NJM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;tbnw=80&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Daishwarya%2Brai%26start%3D200%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.majorityrights.com/images/uploads/aishwarya_rai.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://majorityrights.com/index.php/weblog/comments/the_evolution_of_blond_hair_and_blue_eyes_among_nordics/&amp;amp;h=393&amp;w=255&amp;amp;sz=26&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=204&amp;tbnid=k6OjEyU6m66NJM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;tbnw=80&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Daishwarya%2Brai%26start%3D200%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completely disagree...its bullshit...!!!!!n i am against the writer of this post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116550109999412330?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116550109999412330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116550109999412330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116550109999412330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116550109999412330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-article-claims-indian-women-are.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116489396035568518</id><published>2006-11-30T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:39:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Five Things I want to do before I die</title><content type='html'>tagged by sumedh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) umm eat loads and all kinds of yummy foods n cuisines&lt;br /&gt;2) have 2 kids...both daughters&lt;br /&gt;3) eradicate poverty, depression and drug abuse form the world&lt;br /&gt;4) own the biggest collection of my fav music&lt;br /&gt;5) live my life like a dream (i.e. bollywood types)&lt;br /&gt;6) earn heaps of money so i can shop shop and SHOP yay&lt;br /&gt;7) cook awsome food for d...(ok this is gnna be a big shock for him hehe)&lt;br /&gt;8) grow my hair long n bful (rupanzel style awww :P)&lt;br /&gt;9) be a lazy bum n have servants doing things for me&lt;br /&gt;10) promote education&lt;br /&gt;11) fight for women rights (i m not a feminist but i guess i m an equalist)...&lt;br /&gt;12) watch a movie of d's choice wid d n not complain (sit wid my mouth closed :o)....again a surprise for d probably:p&lt;br /&gt;13) make d eat, eat n eat so he becomse so so strong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14) live in melbourne n britain for a while before deciding where to settle&lt;br /&gt;15) eventually move to delhi&lt;br /&gt;16) try and become a better person with each passing year and learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;17) treat everyone equally...despite their looks, race etc.&lt;br /&gt;18) do charity work&lt;br /&gt;19) slap d:) [sorry ddddd]:p&lt;br /&gt;20) go to a music concert of kk&lt;br /&gt;21) do something crazy crazy crzy and unlike myself once in my life&lt;br /&gt;22) be an awsome parent&lt;br /&gt;23) allow everyone around me to reach their full potential and feel comfortable and welcome always&lt;br /&gt;24) learn to say no to people n to tell them not to expect me to do things for them just cause they feel they can boss me around...&lt;br /&gt;25) not care about poeple i dont know n let them be:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116489396035568518?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116489396035568518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116489396035568518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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jo kaha, nigahon ne jo suna…sach hai kya bolo zara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmayi se hain ankhe magar…halki hasin hai&lt;br /&gt;Akhir tumhare andaz mein kya baat hai jo chupe hai…&lt;br /&gt;Sach hai kya bolo zara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raste mein thokar lag jaye toh…lagte hai deer ate atee….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an attempt to bring my blog back alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;as they say....when things get back, they can only get better...!! if godswill, everything will work out fine..:)&lt;br /&gt;ntn much has been happening, i hvae been studyng...exams in 2 weeks..need all the luck i can get *hint hint* :P!! hehe..shall post soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116229088177309445?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33201005.post-116127276872185800</id><published>2006-10-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:46:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember...3 years back, when i had gone to india...even last year when i had gone to india, i used to sleep with my grandma...just like when i was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;i used to hug her really tight...i could feel that she was going weak and that used to scare me!&lt;br /&gt;i used to think what if anything ever went wrong...and then id console myself saying i would never let anything happen...i used to hold onto my granny tight as i slept next to her...to try keep the evil away...to keep harm away from her...&lt;br /&gt;....today...i dont know how valid my optimism is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116127276872185800?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116127276872185800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116127276872185800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116127276872185800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116127276872185800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116126259129891351</id><published>2006-10-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:56:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a month back from now...when we were shifting into our new house....i had walked in with my grandparents and shown them around...&lt;br /&gt;I had sat with my grandma in the lounge and talked to her...and one thing i distinctly remember...one thing that struck me odd, was that, she had said that she might not stay here for the whole of her trip..might goto india earlier...i hadnt known what to say...i had been puzzled...n now, thats precisely what is happening&lt;br /&gt;...i guess noone knows how god's ways work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116126259129891351?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116126259129891351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116126259129891351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116126259129891351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116126259129891351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/month-back-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116126174038381153</id><published>2006-10-19T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:42:20.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so soon?</title><content type='html'>It just feels wrong! everythng feels wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;we're doing all we can to make my granny happy...but i dont know if its working! she doesnt say much...&lt;br /&gt;my dad is a very optimistic person...he see's positive even when there is no way out of trouble...but today what he said just scared me! it put me back on the same position i was before...&lt;br /&gt;i told  him i had taken photos of granny (i guess at the back of my mind, i want to be prepared...to have as much as i can in the worst case scenario)....&lt;br /&gt;my dad told me to keep them safe cause we didnt knw what was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked n hurt and said to him...that everythng would be ok..right?&lt;br /&gt;his response was very neutral...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to think! i wish i could goto india with my granny and take care of her and make sure she was happy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116126174038381153?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116126174038381153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116126174038381153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116126174038381153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116126174038381153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-soon.html' title='so soon?'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116122458025604563</id><published>2006-10-18T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:26:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and another thing....i m not really sure if i want comments on my latest posts!! Its my letout...I need somewhere I can let out my anxiety&lt;br /&gt;comments from people just infuriate me cause i dont think they udnerstand ANYTHING about this situation or about the medical side of the issues...&lt;br /&gt;so id appreciate if people refrained from commenting on any issues or any posts i put forward!&lt;br /&gt;...this applies to d also! i dont think i want to speak to him...atleast not for the time being! Id appreciate if you respected that d...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116122458025604563?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116122458025604563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116122458025604563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116122458025604563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116122458025604563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-and-another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116122433610377580</id><published>2006-10-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:18:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am thinking of deleting this blog...I am not sure if i want to continue blogging...atleast not now!&lt;br /&gt;I shall decide in the next couple of days...may not be posting in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116122433610377580?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116122433610377580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116122433610377580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116122433610377580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116122433610377580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-thinking-of-deleting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116116334565111092</id><published>2006-10-18T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:22:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am coping better....much better! i am a lot more positive now...i feel that everything will be fine...and i want to believe that! I hope it turns out that way...&lt;br /&gt;ive actually started talkng, mingling with people...i m not retreating anymore...I am not feeling guilty...but I have only told a handful of poeple and i want to leave it to that...&lt;br /&gt;One thing i do not want is my grandma leaving...i m scared...i feel i should be with her to take care of her...&lt;br /&gt;but i shall be going in december&lt;br /&gt;i had a big argument with mom yesterday...we talked about quality versus quantity of life! about practicality of things!&lt;br /&gt;..while it all sounds good in sentences...it doesnt work when you apply these rules to loved ones! I am very edgy and small things infuriate me! i hold very strong beliefs regarding the issues that are being brought up...&lt;br /&gt;such as me staying in india for the 3 months&lt;br /&gt;i can understand why my mum is against that...but I think she needs to udnerstand that my grandmum is like a second mother to me...and this is the least I can do...if i failed to do that much even, I dont know if I could ever forgive myself..&lt;br /&gt;The other issue that has arisen is...telling my grandmum about the situation! yes she does not know! but then, if you dont know her condition, her physical frailty, the serious of her medical condition, her mindframe, you would never contemplate or appreciate this decision that we have taken!&lt;br /&gt;telling her would break down not only her, but also my dad, my grandma, me....it would cause so much gried, so much depression that all strength would be lost! its all fair to say its her life and she needs to know...but sometimes life goes deeper than that...n while a lot of my friends have expressed their points of views towards this, which, although very well appreciated, lack sensitivity on their behalf, and lack emotional chain of thoughts which i cant possible expect them to formulate..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116116334565111092?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116116334565111092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116116334565111092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116116334565111092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116116334565111092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-coping-better.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116101604563521875</id><published>2006-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:27:25.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been on and off...! There are times when i feel that yes everything is normal...everything will be fine...! yet there are times when i just can not cope! when i feel frustrated, i feel like...only if my grandma had told us earlier, there could be so many more options...the chances could be so much better...&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I have, more or less, started to accept the situation...! I have decided to take her around n spend time with her for the 2 days left of her trip to australia (yes, my grandma is leaving in 2 days time to make sure she can get earliest possible treatement- the lazy bum good for nothing doctors heer are on holidays.!)!&lt;br /&gt;Although its been well over five years since i visited a religious place..a temple/gurwara/church or anything of that sort...I've decided that I might ask a friend to take me there...so I can pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116101604563521875?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116101604563521875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116101604563521875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116101604563521875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116101604563521875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-on-and-off.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116100458777779496</id><published>2006-10-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:16:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know...i hate delhi...!  I dont know how people can boast about India being a developed country...complain that it is catagorised as a third world country for no reason?...&lt;br /&gt;...what i would like to knw is..why wasnt my grandma's cancer picked up earlier....why werent there any screening programs? any preventative measures? where is the taxpayes money gng?...what is the use of the big dlf buildings when the quality of life and health sux big time....&lt;br /&gt;whats happening in that country? it has no medical system whatsoever...and it talks about overpowering the economy????...suxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116100458777779496?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116100458777779496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116100458777779496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116100458777779496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116100458777779496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116100380984119185</id><published>2006-10-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:03:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if</title><content type='html'>i guess i m coping much better now..thanks to some of my lovely friends...&lt;br /&gt;i havent told very many people...i dont think i want many to know...its something i wanna keep to myself and a few closed ones...atleast for a while...&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have started feeling less guilty...but at the same time, frustrated....at the helplessness of the situation....&lt;br /&gt;what if...thats the question racing my mind...&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it doesnt answer many questions- neither does it pose any solutions...&lt;br /&gt;its all easy to say...but in the end, i dont know what i shud do..what i can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116100380984119185?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116100380984119185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116100380984119185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116100380984119185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116100380984119185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116099089856862198</id><published>2006-10-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:06:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it like to see a loved one deteriorate in front of your own eyes? I never knew till this day! I never understood why people cried…!! Why things hurt…why!!!!…the question remains…&lt;br /&gt;…why???&lt;br /&gt;I never knew so few things in life really mattered to me…I never knew that if today, I could trade off my career, my happiness, my friends…I would happily do so as a trade off…&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can think of now…is that this cant be true…how can it be? My own grandmother…advanced stage breast cancer?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly say I’ve never cried for anyone….never felt this strongly about ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;But my grandmother?....this quiet old lady…cooking for everyone…taking everyone’s care at our house…never complained even once of the pain? Never realized?&lt;br /&gt;…Its only now that I appreciate why we learn eduation and screening programs in our medical course…! I guess now I realize what a dickhead I am to think they’re a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;now I realize I was such a bitch…I never gave her as much love and attention as I should have…or could have…&lt;br /&gt;Regrets! What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts racing through my mind…a part of me just wants to give up the rest of my year and stay with her…spend time with her..to make sure she is happy, blooming, smiling….to give her all the love, everything she ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;The lady I grew up with, who nurtured me…I’ll do anything to see her with me…with us…in the next couple of years….i never realized I loved her so deeply..despite the time gap…despite the distance gap…&lt;br /&gt;Its like my life has come on a stand still…I want to take away everything…cancel my plans for the ball, retreat from everything and go hide somewhere in my own world…&lt;br /&gt;I never knew god could be so cruel….that I would be helpless at something so important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116099089856862198?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116099089856862198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116099089856862198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116099089856862198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116099089856862198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-it-like-to-see-loved-one.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116080135183857337</id><published>2006-10-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:49:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i hate?? I hate people who dont respond to you (no i m not talking about people who aren't in the position to respond...i m talking about poeple who blatantly sit there and decide that they will ignore what you said/emailed)...! I am not one of those people who sits there and takes in this kind of attitude...so i've started cutting off from them!&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, there is nothing more rude, than ignoring what someone says, email's, or in the case of orkut, scraps...the least one can do is acknowledge...n if they cant even do that, then they dont deserve your attention! if someone cant take 2 minutes out of their precious  time to reply back, why should you waste your PRECIOUS time thinking abt them/ writing to them/ talking to them????&lt;br /&gt;Its very important, in my opinion, to make certain things clear to people who take you for granted....&lt;br /&gt;anyways this blog makes me think too much (which is a good and a bad thing...so i have decided i shall stop posting for a bit...or maybe just post light things:) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116080135183857337?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116080135183857337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116080135183857337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116080135183857337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116080135183857337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-what-i-hate-i-hate-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116074953734602204</id><published>2006-10-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:25:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life’s too complicated- sometimes so much…that it’s hard to put it all in words…!! Sometimes, words just don’t express the enormity of your emotions….! sometimes, when you take a moment, look at yourself and realize…omg what have I become…just to fit in…! when you stand back and question whether what you are is really a reflection of yourself?...you realize that there is a part of yourself that you lost along the way…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you realize that some things are just the way they are and you can do nothing to change them…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your whole world falls apart…and there is nothing you can do…except to try and find all the glass pieces and try and put them together…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just don’t want to live in a lie anymore…&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe I was never true to myself….! N I have no right to hurt someone else just cause I don’t have a grip on myself…&lt;br /&gt;Life’s such a blur and I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n I’ve decided to give up drinking (not that I was a hardcore drinker anyways)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116074953734602204?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116074953734602204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116074953734602204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116074953734602204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116074953734602204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-too-complicated-sometimes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116072286335677938</id><published>2006-10-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:01:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I looked away....then i look back at you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You try to say...things that you can't undo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i had my way, i'd never get over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's the day i pray that we make it through..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it through the fall..make it through it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i dont want to fall to peices...i just wanna sit and stare at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna talk about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i dont want a conversation...i just wanna sit and cry in front of you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna talk about it..cause i m in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one i'd be with till the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i come undone, you bring me back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back into your arms..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i dont wanna fall to peices....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...cus i m in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna know who you are...wanna know where to start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna know what this means...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna know how u feel...wanna know wat is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...i wanna know everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna fall to peices...i just wanna sit and stare at you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i m in love with you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*...wish life was a fairytale..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116072286335677938?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116072286335677938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116072286335677938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116072286335677938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116072286335677938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-looked-away.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116072221269095522</id><published>2006-10-12T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:50:49.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its amazing how you can speak right to my heart…&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word…you can light up the dark…&lt;br /&gt;I can never explain…what I hear when you don’t say a thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me….wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it best….when you say nothing at all…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116072221269095522?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116072221269095522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116072221269095522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116072221269095522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116072221269095522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116071681402174517</id><published>2006-10-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:20:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i have currently been discovering...&lt;br /&gt;- we always yearn for something we cant get...only cause it is out of reach&lt;br /&gt;- we tend not to remember a whole sequence of events/ feelings/ incidents...but rather, remember the ones we want to, and string them together in the way our brain fancies...to create a completely new creation that relfects our pre-existing ideas&lt;br /&gt;- no-one is perfect&lt;br /&gt;- 'the grass on the other side is always green' is indeed a very true quote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116071681402174517?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116071681402174517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone...&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i shall start off with updating what i have been upto during the past 2 days....&lt;br /&gt;in short....i have been in my room studying....&lt;br /&gt;explaining in detail....wellll i have been doing last minute assignments...&lt;br /&gt;i was up until 4 am last night trying to finish this one silly peice of assessment that is all about bullshitting (Excuse my language!!)&lt;br /&gt;so recalling the events of yesterday evening...i started studying around 7 pm last night....got myself organised...&lt;br /&gt;at about 11 pm, when i was deeply engrossed in drawing pictures of microscopic slides and explaining them, my pen suddenly started acting funny....so, instinctly, i shook the pen in frustartion...which, to my horror, resulted in multiple deep blue ink spots on my brand new bed cover...! so...quietly, to prevent any inquisitive peep-ins from my parents (who would certainly hang me for this), i tip toed to the kitchen, got the scrubber (whih was soaked in dishwashing liquid) and sat there for 1/2 n hour trying to scrub out all the ink spots....! as you can guess....it didnt make much of a difference...so, finally giving up...i went back to work...&lt;br /&gt;hardly 1/2 n hour later, my tummy, as usual, started grumbling....&lt;br /&gt;so, i again, tiptoed into the kitchen, heated myself some kadi n rice and tiptoed back into my room with it (as most of u would be aware, eating on carpet is such a no no and so, any noise would lead to immense trouble)...&lt;br /&gt;barely 1 hour later, my unsatisfied tummy again started throwing tantrums..n so off i went again to the kicthen to grab ice cream....&lt;br /&gt;now, at 2, my tummy fairly satisfied...commanded me to feed it something to "finish it up"...n so there i was again, stealing a big pack of salty biscuits and cheese with crackers...&lt;br /&gt;luckily, by the time i finished with these, the clock had struck the magical number of 4:00 am...and so i decided...enough for one night...n off i went to bed&lt;br /&gt;naturally, as one would expect....i woke up at 2 pm the next morning(?)..8 hours of sleep just doesnot suffice for me...!&lt;br /&gt;throughout the day, i basically had short meals...n come dinner time, i found myself to be the only one in the house...&lt;br /&gt;so, with apetite magnified, and a bottle of alchohol stored in the bar fridge of our laundry, i decided to go for it....&lt;br /&gt;so i heated a couple of puri's, poured myself some alchohol (which btw is 7-8% alchoholic drink...very strong)....n sat down on the table..&lt;br /&gt;i had barely had one sip, when i heard my dads car outside&lt;br /&gt;aahh..wat luck!! so i ran to the kitchen and brought a bottle of water to keep beside my glass....to give the impression that i m having water (you see, i dont usually lie:P hehe)...! that was one scarryy encounter i must say! my dad, being this really experienced man...i was sure he would pick up the smell or peep in and realise wat i was having! so i gulped most of it down quite fast...but in teh end had to throw half of it (for those of you who dont know, i cant take alchohol too welll...)....&lt;br /&gt;now, post dinner, i m sitting at my laptop, a little woozie (not a good idea i must add:P) waiting for my parents to get home...i guess i can always blame it on a lack of sleep hehe:p&lt;br /&gt;but yes so these are my latest confessions....&lt;br /&gt;update later&lt;br /&gt;bbyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116064894469153410?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116064894469153410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m always such a hungry baboon:(....ill eat anything and everythng in the fridgee....saaaaaaaaaaad&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so to this post...i guess i just  realised today, that i m one very protective gf..yeah i know its usually the other way round..but i m the dominating, protective, demanding, tantrum throwing, selfish, time consuming, hard to put up with, sporadic, unemotional gf ever....&lt;br /&gt;....i dunno if that makes me bad...but yea...was something that crossed my mind after this one incident (which shall not be mentioned)...something that i would want to keep a record of to look back and say...yeah this was me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116057513870313768?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33201005.post-116048642777186081</id><published>2006-10-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T06:20:28.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a couple of days back, in lectures, we were presented with a study that is being conducted in britain regarding the growth of new born babies...so the study focussed on this one couple...this short chubby lady (hehe i shudnt really talk but still:P)...and this tall thin man...! so the couple were interviewd about what characteristics they would want in their baby (this is when the lady was pregnant)....&lt;br /&gt;it went something lke this..&lt;br /&gt;husband and wife in their cosy little country house, holding hands....in the background, the backgroup person (:S lol) is like.." bla n bla are childhood sweathearts..lets ask them what they aspire to see in their baby"&lt;br /&gt;man: i'd have to say i definitly want our baby to inherit the strength of character, the beautiful personality, jolly nature and ability to balance everything from my wife..*smiles at his wife romantically*&lt;br /&gt;wife: *smiles back at her husband sweetly* welll...i have to say that i want our kid to inherit the same weight profile as my husband...n not have any weight problems...! i want him to be lean and skinny *ends with a sweet smile and hugs her husband*&lt;br /&gt;...LOL at this point, the whole lecture theatre was roaring with laughter...silly lady:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116048642777186081?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116048642777186081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahem..so i have 3 things to say today....&lt;br /&gt;(1) My day today went something like....wake up at 12, get ready, grab a bite of a chocolate buiscut and run for my meeting....! after the meeting, discuss questions for endocrinology with my classmates...following that, attend a lecture on endocrinology...! after that, pay for the ball, then rush to library and get back home at 5...and FINALLY get something to eat!&lt;br /&gt;i m surprised i m still alive and well..indicates the high levels of fat stores i m currently hosting...which suggests its about time i went on a diet :(:(&lt;br /&gt;(2) in the meeting today, the discussion of this one classmate who never attends any meetings, was brought up...it went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;the chairperson: howcome so n so neva comes for any meetings?&lt;br /&gt;fellow classmate: oh he just likes doing things by himself...doesnt like doing them in a group setting...&lt;br /&gt;chairperson: *with this solemn expression on her face* ohhhh so u mean to say hes a loner? *very seriously*&lt;br /&gt;whole group bursts out:p&lt;br /&gt;(3) and finallly, the third point= i m gnna be getting seriously into my studies so no more regular updates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116046640229923150?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116046640229923150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116046640229923150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116046640229923150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116046640229923150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116040412131862662</id><published>2006-10-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:28:41.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;well!!..you really played your part very well- the part where you were meant to hold my hands n say ‘I love u’…you were extravagent! In fact, I’d say you were so good that I forgot it was all fake…when you looked into my eyes so deeply, held my hands in yours and whispered those three words in my ears, I forgot the difference between reality and fake….I forgot the difference between dreams and life…I forgot the difference between you and me….the difference that has, since I don’t even know when, squeezed between you and me…and expanded through the years…! I forgot all I had promised myself when that space had temporarily made itself transparent…temporarily given up its opaqueness in the celebration of the moment…to help you play your role…to make it all the more real…all the more ‘entertaining’ for the audience….at the cost of noone but me…!!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when the space creeped back in…when it spread its wings…when the clock striking reality struck 12…all I know is that under that moonlight washing the dimly lit verandah…you had stood right in front of me…your face shining in the downpour of moonlight…adding to its grace…giving it a radiance like never before!! All I know is that as you stood there, your dark eyes fixated on mine, your face a perfect curve reflecting beauty at its best…I had looked at you and wondered how could god have created someone like you…someone so special? How could there be someone so perfect….and then…as the moment faded away with the dimness of the light, the hands that had been enveloping mine with such love, retreated…the eyes that had shone like they were leading to my future…my happiness, grew dark again…your finely chiseled handsome face broke into human form as you grinned at the crew beyond…at YOUR future, your love….and the last I felt was your presence moving away…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so i just felt like writing something in my short 15 minute study break...not that this para has anything to do with me...or maybe it does...but atleast not in the present....but yea nevertheless...just something out of the top of my head..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116040412131862662?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116040412131862662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116040412131862662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116040412131862662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116040412131862662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116039151076364885</id><published>2006-10-09T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:03:19.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when one comes to think of it, as i do on a boring weekday, the values of olden days have evolved so greatly to emerge into the present day values of people...the lives of people have moulded so much that their priorities and aims have changed...&lt;br /&gt;just today, it struck to me that this very clearly reflected in the phrases below..(composed, of course, by the talented me:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in olden days, the saying would go something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;padhai karo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;safalata pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translated: if u study, you shall, most definitely achieve sucess]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same saying today, would go more along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;padhai karo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;paisa kamao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aur daru chadao:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translated: study hard, earn more money and drink more alchohol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i thk this very succinctly summerises how the culture, in general has evolved into its present form...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116039151076364885?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33201005.post-116038230733322327</id><published>2006-10-09T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:58:01.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was gng through a friends profile when i came accross this testimonial that someone wrote for her...! the testimonial was fine and well (english was a bit broken but thats ok:)...) ! however the hilarious bit was...it ended something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla is awsome person bla bla is nicest girl arnd! MAY GOD BLESS U WID ALL HIS MITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...omg that just cracked me up LOL! somehow it conjourd up a picture of raam bhagwan with his spear pointing it at my friend...his eyes wide open in sympathetic response to adrenalin rush...excitement if u may...throwing the spear with all his might at my friends direction..and the guy who wrote the testimonial gleeing away in glory ," yay finally god blessed u with ALL of his MITE" :p&lt;br /&gt;i know this is lame but i just couldnt help it...:P lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116038230733322327?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116038230733322327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116038230733322327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116038230733322327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116038230733322327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-gng-through-friends-profile-when.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116037137510802676</id><published>2006-10-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:22:55.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0k this is how my brain currently works when i study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me reading a chapter on neuro*&lt;br /&gt;*brain yawning with mouth wide open...!*&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in between me reading and the info gng to my brain, "a couple" of words are lost and the final output =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah bla bla bla neurons *my brain cells clap in joy...yippee ONE familiar word*...bla bla bla bla neuroglia *brain cells chuckle..what a loser who made this word*....bla bla bla bla bla bla bla...zzz bla bla zzz bla *oooh brain remembers this gorgeous dress i saw in some shop the other day...wonders if i shud buy it or not...an argument between the pro and the con cells ensues for 1 hour...! finally ntn is resolved as the brain realises that its wasting my time and it better get back to the dull black yucky disgustingly weird book lying in my lap* so there we go again...bla bla bla *oh w8 the brain finally makes up its mind...yes i willl buy the dress...finally decision made yup..back to study*...bla bla bla...*brain cells start imagining where i coudl wear that dress and what would it go with...1 hour later...SHIT*&lt;br /&gt;omg i m such a procrastinator..&lt;br /&gt;gonna go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116037137510802676?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116037137510802676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116037137510802676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116037137510802676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116037137510802676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/0k-this-is-how-my-brain-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116031499955371747</id><published>2006-10-08T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:43:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalala..:D:D *dances around n claps her hands*....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116031499955371747?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116031499955371747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116031499955371747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116031499955371747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116031499955371747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116024248449746645</id><published>2006-10-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:34:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is this wat the world is coming down to?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: i love u:)&lt;br /&gt;guy: i love u too honey!!&lt;br /&gt;girl: how much do u love me??? ?*puppy face*&lt;br /&gt;guy: more than anything sweety! i care for u the most...n i always want to be with u..&lt;br /&gt;girl: aww ure the sweetest person ive ever met...my best friend, best buddy....i dont knw what id do without you! thanks so mcuh for being the person you are! i cant imagine a guy i cud love as much as i love u*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, as the couple walk down the school canteen, this real cute guy passes by...the girl walking behind the guy, checks him out from behind her bf n smiles fadedly...&lt;br /&gt;next day in class, she comes accross that guy (bf is absent from the scene)&lt;br /&gt;girl: heyyy havent seen u before! who r u? n when did u join? i m so n so *opens her teeth as wide as possible....somehow seems like shes posing for colgate ki add)&lt;br /&gt;cute guy: *smiles flirtingly* hey nice namee...i m form so n so....bla bla is my name....so wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;girl: *jumping with joy* oh sure...*jumps to the next seat- which groans under the immense pressure and torture! she starts flirting without delay*&lt;br /&gt;guy: *responds positively*&lt;br /&gt;girl: *now pulse racing a million miles an hour; watever brain she had, gone off on vacations, somehow throws the scene and conversations of the previous day outside the window as she complements th eguy on his charming, genuine, warm nature n bful eyes n hunky outfit*&lt;br /&gt;girl n guy now flirting like leaves falling from a tree in the season of autumn....no oppurtunity is left blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the guy, on msn, talking to this hot girl he met in some party,&lt;br /&gt;guy: hey hi...&lt;br /&gt;hot girl: hi sssup&lt;br /&gt;guy: ntn man...day was fucked up *trying very hard to show off his extensive set of vocabulory pertaining specifically to swear words...even though in real life he doesnt even use the word shit*&lt;br /&gt;girl: why&lt;br /&gt;guy: oh nutn nutn, just was sick today so stayed home (buzz..lame excuse)&lt;br /&gt;girl:oh&lt;br /&gt;guy: hey btw u looked hot that night:D...&lt;br /&gt;girl: uhhh...thnks&lt;br /&gt;guy: *set on not giving up* all eyes were on u man...u looked stunning...&lt;br /&gt;girl: okkkay&lt;br /&gt;guy: so what are u doing tommorow evening:D *trying very hard to hit it off*...i m bored these days we shdu go catch a movie:D...n then maybe go for pizza...man i can eat a dozzen of those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...next day, bf n gf meet up...&lt;br /&gt;bf: hey honey i missed u so much! couldnt think of anything apart from u...didnt feel like eating anythng, didnt feel like doing anything...all i cud think was abt u&lt;br /&gt;gf: then howcome u didnt call:o&lt;br /&gt;bf: oh *comes up with excuse quickly* i m grounded for the week, no phones honey....&lt;br /&gt;gf: oh damn! mised u too sweety...i was so lonely in class yesterday...life is so dull without u:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ok thats wat most couples are like today i guess! no offence but its so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116024248449746645?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116024248449746645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116024248449746645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116024248449746645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116024248449746645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-this-wat-world-is-coming-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116023436478626672</id><published>2006-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T08:28:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ajja ve mahi lets do balle balle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo i love myself so much..sometimes i just surpass/underestimate that:P!! so yeah ladies and gentlemen, as you all probably guessed by now.. this post is dedicated to "me, myself and I"!!&lt;br /&gt;i always write about other people, events that impact my life...but i think its important that once in a while, i pamper myself and boast about my good qualities (or make some up hehe:P)! i feel that its very important to celebrate yourself sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Although i winge about myself and the problems I face, the whole year round, there are times when i look at myself and realise, i would never change anything about myself or my life even if i had the chance!! yeah so i m rude at times, yes i hurt people...but doesnt everyone? if i didnt do all that, i wouldnt be human....&lt;br /&gt;if i was perfect, my life would be dull...i would have no aspirations, no dreams, no ambitions- cause there would be nothing to achieve...everything would already have worked its way out (or it would be predictable that everything would fall in place)&lt;br /&gt;If i had never done anything wrong, I would never learn!! If i never broke anything, I would not learn the importance of it...I would never learn how to take care of things..&lt;br /&gt;If i hadnt gone through wat i have, i would never appreciate and value the things in life that i do...i dont know if i would respect myself and others as much...!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone has good and bad points about them...those who succeed the most are those who focus on their good qualities rather than bad ones...(hence this post:P)&lt;br /&gt;I guess some of the bad points about myself are...that I procrastinate a lot, I am alwyas panicking, I am very idealistic, I live by rules that i impose not only on myself, but also others, i m very easy to offend, I am very selfish most of the times, I leave things to the last minute...&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, the good things about myself are that i love and care about people i m close to, i m a dedicated friend, i learn from my mistakes, i make an attempt to be better organised every semester, i genuinly try and make sure i m not in the way of others, i haev a good sense of humour, i value the feelinsg of those i love and respect the feelinsg of thsoe i may not know...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, if i am a workaholic, then the good side of that is, that i get my work done...&lt;br /&gt;if i were a rude person, the good side of that wud be that i prioritise things in life and close myself from external sources that may hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;as they say, there are two ways you can view anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;either the glass is half empty or half full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back on tract... the aim of this post was to appreciate myself, my life, my lovely intellectual loving family, my loving bf (who i wish wud study more...but nevertheless hes perfect), my closest friends who may let me down sometimes but nevertheless love me and are always there to help me, my classmates- who despite no emotional attachment are still always ready to help...&lt;br /&gt;i guess the list is endless, but everything i come accross, whether i winge about it or not, is a source of stimulation for me and i adore it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116023436478626672?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116023436478626672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116023436478626672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116023436478626672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116023436478626672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/ajja-ve-mahi-lets-do-balle-balle.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116006226955725660</id><published>2006-10-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T08:31:09.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just doing a random compatibility test between me n d, n the results are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a bit of a strange one. Though you're both very romantic, a Pisces boy always avoids the issues while a Libra chick has difficulty making up her mind. You may be mis-reading each other and getting a pretty misleading picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk...thats definitely nt gud:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116006226955725660?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116006226955725660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116006226955725660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116006226955725660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116006226955725660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-just-doing-random-compatibility.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116005158316514994</id><published>2006-10-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T05:33:03.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do dil mil rahe haii&lt;br /&gt;Magar chupke chupke…&lt;br /&gt;Sabko ho rahi hai…khabar chupke chupke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankhoon mein kahi rat jage&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kahin lag jaye dil toh…kahin fir dil na lage&lt;br /&gt;Apna dil mein zara thaam loon&lt;br /&gt;Jadoo ka mein ise naam do&lt;br /&gt;Jadoo kar raha hai…asar chupke chupke&lt;br /&gt;Do dil mil rahein hai..magar chupke chupke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aise bholepan kar hein bethe jaise koi baat nahi..&lt;br /&gt;Sabh kuch nazar araha hai..din hai yeh raat nahi&lt;br /&gt;Kya hai kuch bhi nahi hai magar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bateein kar rahin hai….nazar chupke chupke&lt;br /&gt;Do dil mil rahein hai magar chupke chupke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin aag lagne se pehle…uthata hai aisa dhuan&lt;br /&gt;Jaise hai idhar ka nazara..waise hi udhar ka sama&lt;br /&gt;Dekho toh idhar se…udhar chupke chupke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116005158316514994?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116005158316514994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116005158316514994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116005158316514994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116005158316514994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116003857162688218</id><published>2006-10-05T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:56:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/3641/1600/Ranimukherjee-thumb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/3641/400/Ranimukherjee-thumb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is soo gorgeous...! my inspiration *sigh*....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116003857162688218?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116003857162688218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116003857162688218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116003857162688218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116003857162688218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-is-soo-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116003718089574411</id><published>2006-10-05T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:33:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate making decisions....</title><content type='html'>someone help :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116003718089574411?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116003718089574411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116003718089574411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116003718089574411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116003718089574411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-making-decisions.html' title='i hate making decisions....'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-116002998388223454</id><published>2006-10-04T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:33:03.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shikwa bhi tumse...tumse shikayat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;par yeh bhi sach hai, tumse mohobat hameinnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dil mange more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok the beats of this song are awsome....:D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so from my last post, most people would think...that omg i swear so much! No it was just to get into the character lol...so apologies to those offended by some of the language in my previous post&lt;br /&gt;shall update sooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: gng crazy...all this neurology is seriously having a major impact on my brain:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-116002998388223454?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116002998388223454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=116002998388223454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116002998388223454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/116002998388223454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/shikwa-bhi-tumse.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115996673290556125</id><published>2006-10-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:58:52.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I don’t know about you guys, but from my experiences, this is what I have gathered about many online communities….!!&lt;br /&gt;The scene at many of them (especially the desi ones) is something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yaar kitne din se maang raha hoon…kabhi likhta hi nahi…kabh likhega mere liye testimonial?? Dude…are you my friend or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translated: man, I have been asking you since so many days…you never write me a testimonial? Are you my friend or what?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Likh doonga yaarr…likh dooonga…dimag mat kha…aur pehle mera likh!! Ill surely write you one after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[translated: ill write one dude, don’t eat my head…and first write me one!! Ill surely write you one after that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;person 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Saale pehle meine manga tha!&lt;br /&gt;Kutte kameena…!! Tere jaisa fake dost aaj tak nahi dekha sach mein waise…kitna selfish hai…no consideration for my feelings!!! Kabhi toh apne ko chodke dusre ki socha kar…kitne din ho gaye maang raha hoon….!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sale aaj toh likh deta hoon age se tere upar depend hi nahi karoonga…kuch kaam ka nahi hai!! Pure din ladkiyon ke pechche bhagta rehta hai…cant do anything else! I have asked u so many times ki bhai mera bhi introduction karwa de…par nahi…u want everything for urself! Hamesha se hi tu bilkul aise hai!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, am writing you one now…write me a big one as soon as I finish nahi toh kal college mein teri khabar loonga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[translated:  ***hole I asked u before you asked me! Ure such a dog…I haven’t seen a more fake friend than you… so selfish!! You have no consideration for my feelings…I have been asking you since so many days! Sometimes you should think about other people’s feelings also!!  Anwyays f***er ill write one for you today but I am never going to depend on you again…you’re just useless!! All you do throughout the day is talk to girls! I have asked a million times that intro me to one…but no…uve always been such a bloody selfish human being…want everything for urself!! Anyways, am writing you one now…write me a big one as soon as I finish otherwise ill take it up with u in college man..for sure!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Person 1 writes:&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 is the most rocking dude ever…he’s my best pal…known him for lets see 4 years now!! Hes seriously one of the most genuine people you will come across…and someone who has unlimited patience…!! He is the sweetest friend and has always been there for me! You rock dude….college would be no fun without you…god bless u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Person 2 writes:&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 is one of the most amazing person you will ever meet….his heart is filled with love for every creature he comes across..this dude is seriously one of the most loving and helpful creatures of this planet….! He has been the source of unlimited support for me through thick n thin!! I don’t know wat id do without you…cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….I hate fake people n fake comments!! yuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115996673290556125?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115996673290556125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115996673290556125&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115996673290556125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115996673290556125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-so-i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115976735775784565</id><published>2006-10-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:35:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; respect yourself before you respect someone else &lt;/i&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115976735775784565?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115976735775784565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115976735775784565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115976735775784565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115976735775784565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-for-day-respect-yourself-before.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115962699579247648</id><published>2006-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:39:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12:28 am&lt;br /&gt;1st october 2006&lt;br /&gt;okkkkk...shopping was nt good!! ntn in stock these days! altho i must say, did get a bargain for SOME things *beaming* :D!! hehe!! overall, i was happy and content:)!!&lt;br /&gt;in other news, school opens soon :( n i dont know anything...! brain is too hard!&lt;br /&gt;finally, me n d finally finished our 2 years together :D:D!! best of luck to him for the future and thanks to him for being such a wonderful and amazing friend and support!!&lt;br /&gt;resolution for today: i shall be a gud gf and shall not fight with him so much *i hope hes reading this:P* hehe&lt;br /&gt;ok i m gnna go now:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115962699579247648?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115962699579247648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115962699579247648&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115962699579247648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115962699579247648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/1228-am-1st-october-2006-okkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115961708646967778</id><published>2006-09-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T04:51:26.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHA:p...&lt;br /&gt;ok back to study lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115961708646967778?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115961708646967778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115961708646967778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115961708646967778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115961708646967778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/muahahahap.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115951045154672888</id><published>2006-09-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:14:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess no one in the world deserves to be treated like shit- no matter what they may have done in the past or how much we hate them! I guess, sometimes the decisions we take are not the best and only lead to sadness and grief of those concerned, and repentance on our behalf!! I guess sometimes in life, such questions as to whether we can justify our actions, create storms that leave the land they touch, completely barren and empty….&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we feel the burden of our actions, pushing down on us- digging us deeper and deeper into the ground- with humility, guilt and regret, glaring down at us! and there is nothing we can do that will make it all right- words spoken can not be taken back, hearts broken can not be mended, feelings provoked can not be reversed. All you can do is just sit there in the hope that this had never happened or that one day, if god wishes, everything might again be fine…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like…why do I have to hate someone so much that I end up breaking them into pieces by small things/words I say….why do I have to be so sneaky and bitchy behind some people’s backs? I should be a loving, caring, forgiving and accepting individual regardless of what life may have shown me…n I feel like I am such a loser when I fail to achieve these simple goals of life…!&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes I forget that it is not in my hands to punish someone for something they may have done in their past…it is not in my hands to judge whether someone who hurt a loved one or myself, did that with a malicious intention or with the best in their hearts- regardless of the outcome! I think sometimes I need to see that a smile on a person’s face is much more uplifting and rewarding than tears in the eyes of someone who cares about you but may not be able to express in what you consider to be the “appropriate ways”&lt;br /&gt;OHHH I m such a bitch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115951045154672888?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115951045154672888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115951045154672888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115951045154672888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115951045154672888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-guess-no-one-in-world-deserves-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115941353334003599</id><published>2006-09-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:18:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am officially an attention seeker….n a terribly spoilt brat…but I don’t care! I HATE it when d talks on the phone with xyz for hours n spends ages playing some stupid online game instead of talking to ME!!!! I know I am very demanding and throw a tantrum every single time…but I DON’T CARE *pulls her hair*!! I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115941353334003599?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115941353334003599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115941353334003599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115941353334003599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115941353334003599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115936691496209707</id><published>2006-09-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:21:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i m in the mood to blog...but at a serious lack of anything to write..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could always right about the fact that i m gng shopping tommorow (YAY :p), or maybe about the fact that I am being such a lazy ass these days and dont do any work, or maybe about the fact that I have started getting more involved in online communities (especially the ones relating to my old school)...or the fact that this has brought back  a lot of old memories about how we used to have such awsome time back in india, in the cold december winters when we'd stand, shivering in the tiny ray of sunlight on the 3rd floor of the d block? the times when id keep holding my best friends hands cus i was scared id loose her in the swarm of kids running towards their busses after school, and she'd keep gng "OMG nooo someone will see"&lt;br /&gt;I guess you get out of touch with such sweet memories and once in a while when they come back, they bring a smile to our wondering, maturing faces...the innocence of childhood reflected in simply...!!&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times, in grade 8, when any girl who fancied a guy, or looked at him more than once, got a lot of attention form the whole class...with heaps of background giggling, shoving in the ribs, passing around of notes...or the times when the physics teacher asked us to read through an experiment with the word "suck" and the whole class burst out..!! how childish were we (n maybe still are:P)!! I remember the summer days, when the electricity would go out and we'd sit in the hot rooms with all the windows open in the hope that by some fate of luck, some sign of wind (hot or cold) would go past us...!! these times have such sweet memories attached to them...and its hard to imagine that we've all come such along way since then -with everyone scattered around...everywhere!! n its even more amazing to realise that so many of these people remember u....even if it is only as the "quiet, studious girl" (not to say that i m not *angelic smile*:P) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;but yea, anywyas, so this post did end up going somewhere lol...!! was a very spontaneous one...!! ok i m shud get back to work..update later:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115936691496209707?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115936691496209707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115936691496209707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115936691496209707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115936691496209707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-m-in-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115923974763036042</id><published>2006-09-25T19:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T03:55:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Currently: wacthcing the video of rang de basanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo seriously pissed right now!...last night I was talking to a very old friend on msn…we haven’t spoken in ages and are completely out of touch!! So I thought I’d message her and ask her how she’s going and what she’s been upto!!...and she somehow landed on the topic of me and d…asking me how he is and whether I am still serious about him? following that, she, strangely enough, took the liberty to comment on our relationship, saying- how can u be serious about him when let alone making out, you people are half way across the globe?&lt;br /&gt;Ok…what the hell??? I mean I know I never tell off my friends, but this was just pulling the string!! What me and d do, is, most definitely not any of her concerns- yes, maybe if she was a close enough friend who had taken the pain to keep in touch and be sincerely concerned about my well- being, I might have let that one pass!! Moreover, I dont think that telling someone to dicth their bf just cus you dont think you would be able to handle a long distance relationship- is a very considerate thing to do! I really cant see how she saw herself to be in the position to comment on such a thing when she doesnt know anything about us! N so I burst out!! I guess I have learnt with time to be crude and harsh to those who don’t deserve your love and concern!! Maybe it was a very new thing for her, as she immediately went “offline” or blocked me!!! I seriously don’t care at all about whether she was offended, whether she deleted me, or felt bad!! Yes, there was a time when I loved and cherished her and most other people I used to interact with back in india- but now, after having seen how most of these people are so selfish and will do anything to get what they want, I have come to care for only a handful few- and those handful of people I love a lot and will always stand up for them. I do not listen to any crap about them in any way!!!...especially from people who have nothing better to do than sit there and get jealous about the fact that I have someone I really like, who also reciprocates these feelings- while they don’t (this necesarrily doesnt pertain to the person in question)!! People, who spread rumours about me and d…telling others about how he was trying to hit on them…or crap like that!!...i think they dont realise that most of this stuff gets back to me and the fact that i dont bring it up, or ignore it, is generally due to basic courtesy..!! bt yea nonetheless, its seriously soo pissing..!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways…phew., that’s enough let out:P!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115923974763036042?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115923974763036042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115923974763036042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115923974763036042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115923974763036042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/currently-wacthcing-video-of-rang-de.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115906237817742596</id><published>2006-09-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:46:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am finally 19 yayyy:D!! thnks sooo much to all my lovely frends (those who read this blog:P) who sms'ed, left msgs, emails etc. i love u all heaps!! u guys are the best *hugs*!! i am seriously so lucky to have u all arnd...!! anyways, ill stop ill stop!! but i seriously feel so happy that there are so many bful people out there who i know, n interact with...lovely...&lt;br /&gt;ok i m gnna go now:P...lol update later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115906237817742596?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115906237817742596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115906237817742596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115906237817742596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115906237817742596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-finally-19-yayyyd-thnks-sooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115890633688035214</id><published>2006-09-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:25:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four Jobs I’ve had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;2. cleaning my car&lt;br /&gt;3. eating&lt;br /&gt;4. studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch Infact over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;2. john tucker must die&lt;br /&gt;3. chachi 420&lt;br /&gt;4. chota chetan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived (In Chronological Order):&lt;br /&gt;1. New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;2. Australia&lt;br /&gt;3. moved to college&lt;br /&gt;4. moved back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Charmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Everybody loves raymond&lt;br /&gt;3. Raven&lt;br /&gt;4. Lissie mcguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been on vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. Simla&lt;br /&gt;2. Jammu&lt;br /&gt;3. Manali&lt;br /&gt;4. US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Mongolian lamb&lt;br /&gt;2. chicken sechuan (or I thnk that’s how its spelled)&lt;br /&gt;3. shahi paneer&lt;br /&gt;4. Dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. France&lt;br /&gt;2. India&lt;br /&gt;3. University (on college)&lt;br /&gt;4. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I always carry with me&lt;br /&gt;1. car keys&lt;br /&gt;2. University id&lt;br /&gt;3. license&lt;br /&gt;4. cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends that I think will respond (but I won’t be surprised or offended if you don’t):noone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four albums I could listen to until those darn cows come home:&lt;br /&gt;1. strings&lt;br /&gt;2. avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;3. falguni pathak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four writers that have changed my life or made me think:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;2. J.K rowling&lt;br /&gt;3. the author of dead white males&lt;br /&gt;4.William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four dead people who are also my heroes&lt;br /&gt;1. that lady who was the 1st Indian female to go in space (was her name kavita?)&lt;br /&gt;2. William shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;3. my maternal grandma- the greatest and most loving lady I knew&lt;br /&gt;4. om prakash (that Indian actor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I’d grab from a fire&lt;br /&gt;1. My laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. My jewellry and clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. everythng my friends and d had gfted to me over the years or the notes they wrote me&lt;br /&gt;4. My cd’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four books I’ve read twice, or more:&lt;br /&gt;1. Harry potter&lt;br /&gt;2. dead white males&lt;br /&gt;3. looking for alibrandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Musicians I’d like to see Live:&lt;br /&gt;1. lata mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Video/computer Games&lt;br /&gt;1. snakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115890633688035214?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115890633688035214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115890633688035214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115890633688035214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115890633688035214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/four-jobs-ive-had-in-my-life-1_21.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115890182692904541</id><published>2006-09-21T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:44:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;like the sunshine in the rain..love can make ur whole world fall apart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the one that makes me smile..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna spend my life with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can show me how...suddenly everything has turned me upside down&lt;br /&gt;suddenly loves the thing that i cant live without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have you done to me..is this what i was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;cant control these feelings in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you feel it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder noww....&lt;br /&gt;time will show me how...suddenly loves the thing i cant live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a crazy sing..a song that you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;and the words lie deep inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;when somebody comes along..together you sing the song&lt;br /&gt;you just let the music take control...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the words are a bit corny...but seriously this is a beautiful song:)!! n probably the first indian song that has some meaning to it :P!! honest suggestion: check out this song (neel n nicki)!!ohh i m such a hopeless romantic lol!! despite my strignent opinions on love , i gues in the end i m a very typical girl:P...n yes i love day dreamiing *aaah zayeed khannn* (hehehe...i know d will kill me later for dis:P)!!&lt;br /&gt;ok so lifes is such a blur these days...!! everything seems to be going perfect (execpt studies that is lol)!! its like living in a bubble...everythng you think about comes true...i dont knwo whether its agood or bad thing..especially cause we dont always think about things that are in our best interests!! but then again, who is to complain when everything you wish for lands right in your hands *hint hint* :P!! lol i m such a spoilt brat....&lt;br /&gt;hmm so in other news, my 1 week break has started as of today...!! plan for the weak??...studying and studying and more studying...(n maybe squeeze in shopping somewhere in there:P)&lt;br /&gt;today, at the cafe, i was telling a friend about how i m stressing about exams, i dont know a thing, n their response actually made me feel..ok yeah i m not that far behind i can do it...n everyone is on the same boat as me.. (or i hope thats true atleast)...&lt;br /&gt;also, for those of you i havent spoken to lately, I WANT A DOGGG FOR MY BIRTHDAY:( even though mum sed no!! so the push for that is still on for that....&lt;br /&gt;ok ended up being a random post...take care:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115890182692904541?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115890182692904541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115890182692904541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115890182692904541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115890182692904541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-sunshine-in-rain_115890182692904541.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115849710284777149</id><published>2006-09-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T05:56:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;driving from university to back home&lt;br /&gt;strings playing in the background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weight of recent events dawns fully on me...with her last words ending with a "friends forever....drive carefully" as my car swervs on the road due to me squinting in the back mirror at this lively figure I came to know 1 and a half years ago waving a heartmelting goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;...our meeting started with a mere..."hey how are u? i m ----!!" in front of the laundry room at college...as she and her mum were being shown around the college...&lt;br /&gt;who was to know that these one and ahalf years would bring us all so close and that at the end of this time span, we would all go our own seperate ways- with the possibility of never seeing each other again...&lt;br /&gt;as i sat in the car today, I realised something...&lt;br /&gt;5 years back, in delhi, when i decided to move to australia, my closest, most beautiful friends...people I loved so much...came to see me..say goodbyes, temme how much they wud miss me..!! we vowed that we would always keep our friendship and its spirit alive...&lt;br /&gt;the spirit remained for a couple of years...but faded away gradually...&lt;br /&gt;we all went our ways, met new people, forgot old ones...and piled the memory of each other somewhere at the back of our minds..&lt;br /&gt;it feels like this is the second time I shall be going through the same ritaul of loosing such great, lovable friends....&lt;br /&gt;yet again, if you look at life...things happen, you meet poeple, you cherish their memories, you remember old friends and make new ones...&lt;br /&gt;but I guess I am not the kind of person..&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes I feel I dont accept things that quickly....&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my friend on the fone, went to see her, went clubbing with her...and all this while...the info that she was leaving and we may never see eac other lay at the back of my mind...but never surfaced..&lt;br /&gt;surely we wud meet...surely we would have these fun times again....surely this isnt the last time....or is it???&lt;br /&gt;as we stood outside college...the cool wind blowing against us...the dim lights shinig...me nervously flicking my car keys..wondering if i shud stay longer or leave???....wondering if maybe i can stretch this meeting abit longer&lt;br /&gt;lol no i know u guys think i m lez or somethng...no i m not!! i just cherish each and every friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;to see the group fall apart..to loose such a bful member of our group....is a big thing...&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that whereever she goes, she finds good luck and happiness in whatever she does&lt;br /&gt;i guess i cant really say much more...&lt;br /&gt;so here's to a bright new journey for tt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115849710284777149?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115849710284777149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ok so we went out...i gt completely trashed...! cudnt even walk!! i was disgustd at myself...&lt;br /&gt;andd i finally tld 2 of my gorgeous bful frends from here abt my bf...n they took it much better than i had expected lol...&lt;br /&gt;ps: now i m actually starting to get scared that ill become an alcoholic:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115847858596245292?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115847858596245292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115847858596245292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115847858596245292'/><link 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life...or because nothing ever works out... i dont believe in such concepts...&lt;br /&gt;there "are" things out there that are perfect for u...waiting for you to just discover them...things that you will come accross in life when ure least expecting it!!!...or so i'd like to think...&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes, you have to realise that small things are indications that the road ure heading down will not lead to your destination and its time to change the path....n i think although it takes a lot of courage to abandon all the precious memories you've formed while walking along that road, its important at the same time to be courageous and adventourous- venture into a completely new, more promising path where you will form new memories, come to discover new things whihc may, eventually lead to ur destination!!&lt;br /&gt;we're all humans and we all make mistakes...take wrong decisions!! but that doesnt mean that its the end of life....there is life beyond what you see...and its very important to always realise that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, so i did break up with my bf a couple of days back and yes i was going through a phase of denial, a phase of anger, resentment...but isnt that normal to feel????&lt;br /&gt;I guess the movie break up, would best summarise the situation i m in...which sounds corny bt trust me, that movie depicts what most poeple in wrng relationships go through&lt;br /&gt;but all the same, maknh such wrong decisions, are part of development- gng through an experience, moving on, learning from it, growing up!!!.... and all the while, making yourself a better person!!&lt;br /&gt;I wont disagree that its sad that after three long years of sticking by someone, of getting to know someone, getting emotionally attached to them, forming all these memories, dreams, ideas, ill be letting go of their hand and realising that things will never be the same because of the step i have just taken....and after this, we will most probably loose touch and the next time we meet, things may be completely different- with both of us walking through different paths of life..&lt;br /&gt;but i m sure that every decision we make, leads us to someplace- and that it is important in life, at times, to realise that there are things you are not happy with and you need to do something about it!!!...cause ultimately, your happiness comes first..&lt;br /&gt;anywyas, thats enough for today lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115804290510931600?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115804290510931600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115804290510931600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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jhankaee...chude khankaeeee&lt;br /&gt;laga laga laga re....laga laga laga re laga prem rog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil tha akela akele thi mein...ek anjani paheli thi main...&lt;br /&gt;hai juda hai juda aaj teri ada...gumshuda gumshuda tu hui gumshuda!!!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i had my bday party yesterday! basically, we ate lovely chinese food (yumm)! and then went out...! the clubs were empty pretty much...considering we were there as early as 9 pm lol...!!  we left around 12 pm... n i was back..somewhat sober and over the effects of alchohol by 1:30...!!(lucky for me, considering dad was there to pick me up lol)&lt;br /&gt;it was awsomeeeeee....great funnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i m holding up quite well being single...!!! in fact its better than i expected...i mglad i finally took the step!!! i guess i m not the kind of person to put up with trash which i dont deserve&lt;br /&gt;anwyays, lets not spoiil teh atmosphere:P&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115772140745977305</id><published>2006-09-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:16:47.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kehna hai, kehna hai…aaj tujhse kehan hai&lt;br /&gt;Rehna hai rehna hai tere dil mein rehna hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisne kiya hai yeh jadoo…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tum jo kaho to janejaa...tare todh ke main laon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being single :P!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33201005.post-115761657355026303</id><published>2006-09-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:42:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;teri raah take ankhiyaan&lt;br /&gt;jane kaisa kaisa hoee jiya.....x2&lt;br /&gt;dhere dhere angan utare andhera..mera deep kahan&lt;br /&gt;dhalke suraj kare ishara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaise tujhko dikhaoon yahan hei kya...&lt;br /&gt;mere jharne se pani maa...todke piya haiiii&lt;br /&gt;guchcha guchcha kahin khwabon ka uchalke chua hai&lt;br /&gt;chaya le hai bali dhoop yahan hai&lt;br /&gt;naya naya sa hai roop yahan&lt;br /&gt;yahan sabh kuch hai ma fir bhi, lage tujh bin mujhko akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all probably know by now I m really into my music lol!! n this song is just awsome...its so simple and captures the indian tradition so well...!!! I just love the emotions brought out by this song...and the way theyre brought out..!! its a change from the typical bollywood...i love u u love me bullshit lol!! I really hate people who actually dwell on such things and write about such songs on their blogs and how these songs apparently relate to their lives (just a lousy attempt to dramatisize their lives and get everyone..especially people of the opposite sex interested in them)!!! And what I hate even more is that half these people are treated like gods and godesses by most people...! Its like...just cause I say...I am beautiful, gorgeous, sweet, innocent and the most perfect girl in the world, doesnt make it true!!...and thats wat people dont realise!! they fall for the carefully put together strategies of such people...who just want popularity...and are far from charitable angels who have nothing better in life than go help every second person they come accross..And I m saying this from experience!! anwyays, enough contempt in one post:p&lt;br /&gt;btw while I am on the topic, i hated the movie rang de basanti!! it was well made...but the concept and teh moral of the movie was disgusting! It just tld the indian youngsters that they dont need to study....they can go do anything they want to achieve their goal...that its ok if they kill the homeminister or whoeva to get revenge! But I mean, what difference remained between them and the home minister?? They could have taken a more logical and rational approach!! What good came out of deaths of 5 bright kids who could have made good officials, done something productive frm the country instead of chanellnig their anger in this wrong area....?&lt;br /&gt;And what about their families....I mean fair enough they raised questions in the public...but how selfish could they be to leave their families, friends, loved ones, crying for them....!! some of them who were the only child of their parents....imagine the grief of their parents...! I thnk that was just very selfish....to do something you want by putting your loved one's happiness on teh line!!&lt;br /&gt;there are people who disagree....but everyone has their own opinions lol...and this is mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115761657355026303?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115761657355026303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115761657355026303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115761657355026303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115761657355026303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/teri-raah-take-ankhiyaan-jane-kaisa.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115759735658607835</id><published>2006-09-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:43:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ek dastaan purani&lt;br /&gt;tanhai ki zubani&lt;br /&gt;har zakhm khil raha hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kuch mujhse keh raha hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chupte katein yaddon ke daman see chunta hooooonnnn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girti deewaron kee anchal mein zinda hoooonnnnnnn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bas yeh meri kahani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;benishan nishani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ek dard beh raha hai&lt;br /&gt;kuch mujhse keh raha hai&lt;br /&gt;chupte katein yadoon ke daman me chunta hoon&lt;br /&gt;girti dewaroon ke daman mein zinda hoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bajaye pyaar ki shabnam mere gulsta mein&lt;br /&gt;baraste rehte hein maut ke sae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sihayion si ulajh parti hain meri ankhein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;koi nahi koi bhi nahi jo batayei mein kitne deer ujalon ki raah dekhonga&lt;br /&gt;koi nahi hai koi bhi nahin na hai paas na door&lt;br /&gt;ek yaad hai dil ki dakdan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apni chahat ka elan jo kiye jate hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zindage hai jo jiye jate hai, khoon ke ghoont piye jate hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ghaw kanton se siye jate hai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abh na koi paas hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fir bhi ehsas hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sehaiyon mein uljhi padhi, jene ki ek aas hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yadon ka jungle yeh dil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kanton se jalthal yeh dil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chubte kante yadon ke daman se chunta hoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girte dewaron ke anchal mein zinda hoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115759735658607835?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115759735658607835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115759735658607835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115759735658607835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115759735658607835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/ek-dastaan-purani-tanhai-ki-zubani-har.html' title=''/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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-33201005.post-115631735815687353</id><published>2006-08-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:15:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An introduction</title><content type='html'>So after much contemplation, I finally decided to open this blog!! Why? I dont know...! I guess one of the factors that drove me to this blog is that I have very strong opinions- many of which I am unable to express and many of which are inappropriate to be expressed under normal circumstances! I am hoping that this blog will be a mode of communication that will allow me to frankly express my ideas, opinions, points of views on issues that concern me!&lt;br /&gt;constructive criticisms and comments are all welcome!&lt;br /&gt;So here's to bright new start...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33201005-115631735815687353?l=ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115631735815687353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33201005&amp;postID=115631735815687353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115631735815687353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33201005/posts/default/115631735815687353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneythroughmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/introduction.html' title='An introduction'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989492658659016178</uri><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>
