<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821</id><updated>2009-11-11T15:45:51.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swat</title><subtitle type='html'>Its my Zone... I write my mind....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-1067638379316514119</id><published>2009-11-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:52:13.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;there are zillions of questions in my mind! there are millions of doubts which need to be clarified...they bother me..the thoughts smother me!&lt;br /&gt;and am left with unanswered and unsolved theories ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) society? what is it? do we live for it or do we form it? are we just part of it?&lt;br /&gt;when a woman is beaten by her husband...society doesnt bother....it may just create a hype for few hours or days and the story is back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;when a man is struggling for job and having problems running in his family...society never helps him! he has to struggle and fight for his own existence and at the end...he is the winner or loser and the surroundings do play no role!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) when i say that i want to adopt a baby and find another reason for my life...am asked not to...as i cant be accepted! my question is accepted by whom? people around me? those who never bother when i  need a shoulder? those who have no clue about how i am living or struggled for my life? relatives, who don't even know my age and what i need in life? who are just interested in whom i have an affair with or how much property am i actually saving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) why cant we choose and live with a partner (if at all essential) on our own and go for it? why do we need to go for tailor made- horoscope matched persons and live with obligation! why cant marriage come after we live-know-understand each other and see how it is like rather than breaking a marriage?  why are we always stopped from doing so saying that "you are not in US and it doesnt go well here" kind of statements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) why dont we have the choice to say yes to what we like and no to what we dont! why do we need to throw a fake smile and get upset in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) why cant we create our own paths in whatever we like than actually settling for those dusted paths created by unknown travellers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) why dont people understand that there are still good people existing in this world and all are not buggers who just mess around with anyone they come across...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) why cant we have individual choices and live with humanity than getting involved in others life for no use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of many.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-1067638379316514119?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1067638379316514119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=1067638379316514119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/1067638379316514119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/1067638379316514119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/unanswered-questions.html' title='unanswered questions'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-6835363805398195646</id><published>2009-10-19T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:52:41.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love ke baare mein!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when every tom, dick, harry, rita, meeta and ....can speak about love...why cant I? so I am giving it a try...whats love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) for me there is nothing called true love or false love..there is only love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) i love many people in this world...but i am not in love with any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) i love many things too...you see..sort of non-living love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) i believe once i am in love.....i will never leave him till my death..but to fall in love is a big thing for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) one would be faking if he/she says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pyar sirf ek hi baar hota hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....we love and also fall in love with  more than 2-3 people in life time...its just that we dont tend to express or be with them for life time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) its not necessary that we love the one we get married to...every married couple is not a pair of soulmates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) its not necessary that we give our love an ultimate destination called marriage....we can still be in love and not get married...bonding keeps us close irrespective of the distance we live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) once the love is mutual...no matter what..it never dies...its eternal...but birth of such love is rare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) love at first sight does happen....but its legitimacy is a question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) sometimes we fall in love in first instance...sometimes we never fall in love -even if we are together and live close for decades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) for those who are in love...they can understand the difference between lovemaking and having sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) there is never a breakup in love...we just tend to get apart..yet we are deeply connected to each other and the bonding lives forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) love happens to anyone irrespective of age, sex (yes it happens for some people..and we have to respect them!), financial status, caste, creed, complexion and all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) love means no business...its a spiritual and eternal connection which comes without pros and cons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) love never happens to those who are highly infatuated, as they feel its love each time they come across a man/woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) when we love ourself...we can/and are authorised to love others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) love means no hatred and there are no killings/attacks/abuses....you dont tend to hurt your lover in any-which way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) there is no room for dislike and non-compromise in love...it happens when you want to do business..not love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) you can have multiple partners..yet love only one person....(this applies to some....no debate over this issue..any sensible person can understand what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) love cant be explained..it can only be experienced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think i gave enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gyaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on love....i mean every word...and this is what i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-6835363805398195646?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6835363805398195646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=6835363805398195646' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/6835363805398195646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/6835363805398195646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-ke-baare-mein.html' title='love ke baare mein!'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-760933026350758268</id><published>2009-10-17T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:17:46.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unimportant emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i see people sending friend requests on various networking sites..&lt;br /&gt;some add just for the sake of it...some add to know others...some add as they know each other...some add for other reasons....whatever the reason be....our friends' list keeps growing day by day....they are hardly our friends yet we are compelled to call them our friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about removing them from the list? many people, very conveniently remove them...&lt;br /&gt;some remove as they are pestered or spied on....some remove as they find some differences...some remove as they feel its not important...&lt;br /&gt;why even add when you dont want them?&lt;br /&gt;even i removed and added many people like that....but sometimes i wonder why i re-add or or remove them? i dont feel really comfortable when i dont see myself in others friends' list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the list in messengers....we have tons of them in our lists...we seldom talk/chat with them....yet we maintain a list for the sake of it...why even keep them when you have no time to atleast say 'hi' once in a year on your own? its not a wardrobe! why decorative pieces when you give no importance? i wish not to have such people in my list who never care to say hi....who cares ya...leave em for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes response to email....we keep fwding mails and messages....acknowledging them is ones own decision....the recipient has the liberty to acknowledge it or not.....but when you dont want to do it for life time...then why even receive mails? why not just block them rather than making the mailer- a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes calls.....some people never build a habit of calling back....if you never call thats different....but if you are not responding to a call.....then why not pick once and just inform them that you dont want anymore calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not writing this mail out of frustration or whatever....but i am trying to scream that there is some basic etiquette which we have to follow...else i see no difference between us and other species....some emotions are still left in this world and its better if we understand them....time and work kill us for good...priorities keep changing....but not our instinct.....its better to be straight enough than be a hypocrite and fake oneself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-760933026350758268?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/760933026350758268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=760933026350758268' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/760933026350758268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/760933026350758268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/unimportant-emotions.html' title='unimportant emotions'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-8765680975329138396</id><published>2009-10-02T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:31:03.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i me myself'/><title type='text'>some updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;haven't updated my blog since a long time....so on my readers' request, i am posting some updates here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1) was down with viral fever, flu, cramps, and what not! enjoyed everything but swine flu. enjoyed the pamper by mom, sis and best friends who kept track of me 24x7. relished tons of coconut water and yeah shed some weight...the antibiotics were yuk and they made me sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2) our neighbour Mrs Rao lost her eye. Poor lady, she has this habit of spying on us each time our door bell rings....so, once while she was on job with an eye in the 'magic eye' of the door...her door bell rang..and in a hurry she pulled her face out and one of her eyes got stuck in it...poor woman...heard she is managing with only one eye now! the other eye is anyways on job....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3) went to kaminey and left the theater in the middle. thanks to the crappy wontons that i had before going to the movie...and the loud music and nonsensical drama....i had bad headache and puked on the pretty lady next to me in the theater (there was pinch of J also) ...and i came running out of the theater...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4) didnot shop at all....am running out of money and now my dad is keeping a track of each and every penny...he also has the list of dresses that i have now! gaawwwddd...i just asked him for another cupboard and he took away my atm card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5) learnt making chapathis...now i can make them without roasting/burning....they can be relished with any curry ordered from outside...am yet to learn how to make curries...and i dont think i can (want to) actually learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6)  am speeding up the process to find the man of my dreams...so sleeping a lot nowadays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;7) now am reading 3 books at a time....yeahh have been reading them since 4 months....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;8) have stopped being online...as i feel...i have bugged everyone enough...time to rejuvenate my gtalk/yahoo messenger list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think....i am done...more in my next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-8765680975329138396?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8765680975329138396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=8765680975329138396' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8765680975329138396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8765680975329138396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-updates.html' title='some updates'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-4819135512324859104</id><published>2009-09-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:31:39.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horrorscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqZaNqhIphI/AAAAAAAAGl4/55uiGDgyRKQ/s1600-h/rashi_kundli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqZaNqhIphI/AAAAAAAAGl4/55uiGDgyRKQ/s320/rashi_kundli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379085995738703378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;horrorscopes... predict everything (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;bhoot -bhavishyat -varatamaan..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; are one of those favourites for elders and youngsters too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i have been facing this horror since my birth and now as 'woman about to get married', its been a boon and a bane for me in many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;when am not liked, the guy's mother/father informs my dad that horoscopes dint match while my dad gets it checked and the pundit says they did match...hahaha...such a lame excuse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;when guy and myself like each other..these horoscopes do come as nightmares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i still wonder about those silly astronomical things far above  the sky who dictate our lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;arey yar..maine telescope say bhi unhe kabhi nahi dekha...tho yeh budh grah aur shukr grah kaha se aagaye mere zindagi mein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (or why dont some astronimcal scientist sue those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;kundli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; makers for misusing and misinterpreting the celestial bodies?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;yeahh another thing is being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;manglik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ..manglik people want to get married to only mangliks...if it is a manglik girl..she can marry a tree, donkey or a monkey and then the non manglik boy! you might be knowing that technically abhishek is aishwarya's third husband...she was married to some neem tree then some ferns or crotons or some animal and then to abhishek...whooa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;tho abhi abhishek ko kuch nahi hoga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (PETA people sleep at this hour....zzzzzzzz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;gotras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;..people from same gotra are considered siblings...now yeh kaheka funda hai...you dont even know the traces of the boy ...you meet him somewhere across the globe..you like him...then you realise he is supposed to be your brother and you can not marry him! coz you have the same gotras...i need a breaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk (rakshabandhan should be celebrated with them also)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (gana)-atleast 23 of them should match for the boy and girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;arey yar...kundli milaake kitne log pyar karte hai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(imagine people carrying their kundlis in their wallets and handbags and ask...hey dude whats your kundli?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i think people who run programmes across the world need to understand that compatibility is also a major thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i know horoscopes are essential...but not to an extent that you miss on a nice person or a family in this stupid process....let it be just horoscope...not a horrorscope to buy/get married to nightmares in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-4819135512324859104?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4819135512324859104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=4819135512324859104' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4819135512324859104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4819135512324859104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/horrorscopes.html' title='horrorscopes'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqZaNqhIphI/AAAAAAAAGl4/55uiGDgyRKQ/s72-c/rashi_kundli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-2805075350172190940</id><published>2009-09-03T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:03:13.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man..i miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no fan of YSR..neither did i support him during elections. I never had a good impression on him and I always feel he made an upper middle class's life- hell. We have stopped buying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toor dal&lt;/span&gt; (Rs80+/kg) and forgot the taste of some vegetables...the ever rising prices in his legacy never impressed us. I am talking loud..many of you might be thinking loud.... some of you might never want to say anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but there is one thing that alw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ays mesmerised me about this 60+ youngman..that is his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;charisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..he won the hearts...i always told my parents that YSR surely knows how to offend before going for defence....he surely predicts the steps far before and thats an essential quality of a poilitician. he knows how to win - while losing the battle....he knows how to spring back if he lost the war....he has the guts and he showed them. his machoism is unbeatable and i bet he is a tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e MAN...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am pretty sure he is irreplaceable and we lost him!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP YSR...we surely miss you (atleast I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqC6jUqxgoI/AAAAAAAAGk4/jJPpbnQQp6M/s1600-h/YSR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqC6jUqxgoI/AAAAAAAAGk4/jJPpbnQQp6M/s320/YSR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377503071086674562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-2805075350172190940?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2805075350172190940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=2805075350172190940' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/2805075350172190940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/2805075350172190940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/mani-miss-you.html' title='man..i miss you...'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SqC6jUqxgoI/AAAAAAAAGk4/jJPpbnQQp6M/s72-c/YSR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-4508732854922037942</id><published>2009-08-27T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:38:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bday yoho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;its my birthday again...time flew without giving a notice and i admit, i am thrilled and amazed by the pace with which my life is moving. now i am 27. oh..noo...i have no issues in revealing my age and i feel proud to be 27..lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i started receiving calls from 23 AUG and trust me i cut 4 cakes back to back. loads of messages. my 1GB memory card phone ran out of space..and i had to keep my mobile on charging continuously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i felt like a princess and the day was mine. the treasure hunt by my sis, vamsi, sasi and trinadh, gifts and love by TP, everything was amazing. Mr RK made  it a point to meet me..and Mr C flew down next day to wish me...the 27 gifts that he gave  as part of my bday are just awesome..and what do i need in life...its been 4 days already....and am still getting calls and wishes...let it be belated thing...people are wishing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;above all..i would also like to wish my mom'happy rebirth day'...as it was a rebirth for her when i came into this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything in my life is special..and i have no complaints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-4508732854922037942?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4508732854922037942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=4508732854922037942' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4508732854922037942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4508732854922037942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bday-yoho.html' title='bday yoho...'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-9126375092645599902</id><published>2009-08-18T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T03:31:06.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a click away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;i always wished there was someone who can do everything for me....like a genee..sorts...just a phone call away and there everything is at your feet...booooooom..&lt;br /&gt;my cousin also came up with such an idea and now he is donning the role of genee to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;yeahh he created this website &lt;a href="http://www.egrocerymart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;http://www.egrocerymart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groceries are just a click away and i bet you can place order by lazing on your bed!&lt;br /&gt;thanks anna...you are a gem...hope you come to hyderabad soon...&lt;br /&gt;for lazy bums like me..you are a wishy-washy person...&lt;br /&gt;folks out there...go through this and grab your stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-9126375092645599902?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9126375092645599902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=9126375092645599902' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/9126375092645599902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/9126375092645599902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-click-away.html' title='just a click away'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-7041383532324122461</id><published>2009-08-13T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:22:36.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faces in the crowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i me myself'/><title type='text'>a face that i see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the face that i see is bold and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;many emotions beneath the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the strong will that is seen is awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but the shyness behind is seldom realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;attitude personified it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;arrongance is the thing that is seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rudeness is what shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love and affection are the sheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ego throws you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but it is the self determination that is unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the beautiful smile that it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;words beneath the lips are never said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the lovely curves are beautiful to look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the pain inside the body is unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a mixture of too many emotions it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;warmth and care are its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;seems to be simple to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but the pages are not clearly written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;while everyone thinks it is quite open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no one knows whats hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;proudness is poured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it is self-sufficient smitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a face  that i see everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;many thoughts and many questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;thats the face that i try to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a face in the mirror that it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-7041383532324122461?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7041383532324122461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=7041383532324122461' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7041383532324122461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7041383532324122461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/face-that-i-see.html' title='a face that i see'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-726290677915329304</id><published>2009-08-03T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:25:43.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;me&apos;n'/><title type='text'>reason for divorce is marriage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not right? the very reason for divorce is a marriage! no marriage..no divorce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but its not always right too...many of our parents are still living in harmony..then why not our generation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it ego? finance? compatibility? extra marital affair? mental illness? reasons are numerous and not one will accept the fault of ones own! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but then again..i am told my thought is wrong! may be i was wrong....marriage as an institution is set for us and we tend to move away from it by shunning the norms! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basically i see it as loss of trust and a sense of insecurity! when one can overcome it...am sure anyone can live with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may be even i need to overcome it asap..or else...i gotta be living with my eternal singleton status! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully i would find someone worth living with... soon!&lt;br /&gt;not losers for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-726290677915329304?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/726290677915329304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=726290677915329304' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/726290677915329304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/726290677915329304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-for-divorce-is-marriage.html' title='reason for divorce is marriage!'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-8595833436864963847</id><published>2009-07-24T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:26:18.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumes and fire..grrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;me&apos;n'/><title type='text'>are you a virgin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"so you are a virgin..right?"&lt;br /&gt;"excuuuuse me...."&lt;br /&gt;'well i am just asking in case..if you are..then i can suggest a better groom for you"&lt;br /&gt;"like a virgin male for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"no...the elders were interested in it..not me...you know...you have been out of your home since a decade and you are a very brave/bold/enthusiastic girl (woman)....so i was insisting that you are not that type of girl"&lt;br /&gt;"i think the signal is low...will talk to you later..bye for now"&lt;br /&gt;i hung up and was wondering what people are upto? this is 2009 and you want to know if a girl is virgin before hooking her up with a man who is a sadhu and innocent (as they claim) ... just like the fresh one from mother's womb! come on give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;what if i say 'yes i am' but yet am promiscuous...&lt;br /&gt;what if i say  'no..i am not'...but yet i never had any relationship?&lt;br /&gt;i obviously never mind if the guy (groom) have had n-number of relationships before marriage....let him be committed to me aftermath...even if he is interested in other girl after the wedding..i would certainly try to analyse the situation...talk about it and try to save the relationship till the last string than make a fuss out of it!&lt;br /&gt;but why men want PURE women? or do they really care about it? most of my male pals are very generous and i am amazed by the way they accept women in their lives...i was wondering how lucky their wives would be to have them as their spouses (or do they just talk but still mind it when it comes to action?)&lt;br /&gt;virginity is for the soul...not the body! a promiscuous woman might remain virgin through out her life even if she have had numerous relationships and vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys out there! if you still think you need a virgin female....forget it! even if she is...she would never want a man like you! trust me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-8595833436864963847?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8595833436864963847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=8595833436864963847' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8595833436864963847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8595833436864963847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-virgin.html' title='are you a virgin?'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-7555362164995933786</id><published>2009-07-13T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:28:46.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i me myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>artistic me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not many people know that am an artist (as in paintings)...i am dead creative and i can make you lose your hair (you will keep scratching it)  when you see my work. I am truely amazing with colours and can paint anything and everything in red blue and green and sometimes black too. when I want to put white colour..i leave it intact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me share some stories of mine in my journey of painting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was in class 4/5 (i dont remember exactly) when my class teacher asked me to draw varieties of leaves....i could draw a leaf and it actually looked like a leaf...whooa...then my mom taught me to draw another leaf and till date I can draw it...I am so committed to it that I never ventured into learning the other kinds of leaves and the shapes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I was in class 7 when I learnt how to draw a rose...till date i draw it as i saw it..call it my super catching brain or my memory skills...i never tried any other flower in my whole life...eventually...when i draw  a rose...people recognise it that its 'swats rose'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then when I was in class 11-12, being a biology student, I was supposed to draw  moving creature in this world..I still  remember how I used to take traces of everything! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then one fine day my biology lecturer put a test and asked us to draw different kinds of stems...i drew trunks and she put a big oval around  a picture which is somewhat round in shape...when she asked me what it was..i explained her that it was potato (FYI- potato is a stem biologically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she gave me no marks and i told her that potato can be  in any shape nearing a cricle and i deserve marks for the same.....she never gave me any marks after that...no matter how well i drew and made picaso jealous of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was our zoology practicals...and again my zoology lecturer encircled a picture in my answer sheet. I tried explaining him that it was amoeba and it is shapeless (amoeba is shapeless unicellular bacterium) and he was not convinced. I yelled at him that i deserve marks at any cost as amoeba is shapeless and one cannot describe any shape to it...finally i managed zero marks and i was almost thrown out of my class... he didnot stop at that..he showed the pic to the whole class and I still have the grudge on him......grrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;next comes this painting competetion by The Hindu people and i didnot even leave it....I went ahead and painted lord ganesha and lakshmi as a symbol of Indianism. I went to see the exhibit the next day....everyones painting was on display except mine...i was informed that some exclusive paintings were put on the table and the organisers thought that they were too exclusive to be included in the display...wow..I went along with my friends and discovered my painitng from the lot and my friends yet again remained puzzled after seeing it....gaawwdd..they couldnot recoznise lord ganesha....its just that his ears were not seen in the painting...creative me and dumbo them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;once highly inspired by a painting in my house..i tried to make a sketch of it and my dad told me that it resembled a transexual and asked me to reveal the true identity...damn..then i relaised that i am too creative and its just that people are unable to interpret my drawing skills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i still appreciate all the painters in the world and encourage them. I know they can never reach my standards but as an artist I try my level best to let them know the standards of painting..Its been ages since I drew something...I shall do it soon and exhibit for you all...I wish it would be a feast for your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lately, this blog is inspired by my fellow blogger Mr Ramana &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;http://kvramanas.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ramana is an average painter and I keep leaving comments while he paints...he was so encouraged by me that he sent me 2 paintings by post (Thanks a ton buddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now am planning to leave comments on all of his paintings so that I can fill my house with his art....well before I do it...even you can do that..just click on his url...check his paintings and appreciate them and leave your address...the next moment you have a surprise in your house..what a bumper offer it is.!!!.hurry up...offer valid till the stock lasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is his paiting that he sent me...i could not retrieve the other one! (ramana is going to kill me after reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Slsew9ISLUI/AAAAAAAAF44/oakEG5lgelo/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Slsew9ISLUI/AAAAAAAAF44/oakEG5lgelo/s320/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357910008079199554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;well you can also share your artistic experiences...now I shall write about my other talents in my next blogs...keep reading....opppsss...keep painting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(people even say that I paint the city red sometimes...see there again I paint sometimes even without paiting) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-7555362164995933786?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7555362164995933786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=7555362164995933786' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7555362164995933786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7555362164995933786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/artistic-me.html' title='artistic me'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Slsew9ISLUI/AAAAAAAAF44/oakEG5lgelo/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-4652550086913162343</id><published>2009-06-26T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:56:47.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumes and fire..grrr'/><title type='text'>kiss of her life!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool breeze was flowing through her cheeks and her hair strands were giving her a tingling sensation...she was in deep sleep and then there was her man of her dreams...he moved the hair on her forehead and she was yet to believe it...he slowly moved towards her..her heart was beating at jet speed and she could literally hear the sound...he drew close to her and she closed her eyes...he slowly kissed her on her cheek and she made a jerk...thats it...she opened her eyes and there he was sitting next to her...it wasn't a dream at all...the kiss was real...she sat straight and stared at him...she was sweating...he asked her how she felt about the kiss and she jumped out of the bed...he came closer and held her from back...she is now about to die...the moment was romantic enough for a teenage girl on a breezy cold winter night...but it wasnt for her...she moved out of  his arms and rushed into another bedroom...locked herself inside and sat on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was a kiss...a kiss that she never expected...it was a hug...a hug that she never wanted! tears were scrolling and she had no one to speak to...for she knew she was being sexually attacked...the man is none other than her uncle whom her father trusted and asked him to take care of this little girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-4652550086913162343?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4652550086913162343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=4652550086913162343' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4652550086913162343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4652550086913162343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-of-her-life.html' title='kiss of her life!!!!'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-6102359016625629169</id><published>2009-06-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:09:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you Arpita :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-size:100%;" &gt;Friends happen in life and one such friend of mine who has been my inspiration and motivation and my source of happiness is undoubtedly -Arpita. this little cute buddy of mine always reminds me of my confidence and tells me how important life is. she taught me to stay happy and thats how i learnt to live life to the fullest. here is a small gift from her...i received this email in which she mentioned that its a poem written by her for me!! and i must say there is a hidden poet in arps which is not known to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-size:100%;" &gt;Love you arpita. I am proud to have known you and be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/SjyZyTeWjAI/AAAAAAAAFo8/pcSEpm6L-NI/s1600-h/IMG_6553.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maine tumhe karmo se paya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ab nahi hai tumhe khona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nahi&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;milti dost tumhari jaisi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jo ho bilkul pyari, ma si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Guzarish hai rab se hasti raho tum hamesha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Rona pare gar tumhe kabhi to, khuda se hogi bari ek khata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Paao tum har vo khushi, Jiske lie dunia tarastee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mile tumhe kamayabee , ye sapna maine dekhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tum ho khuda ka noor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dostoon pe chaya rehta hai tumhara suroor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dhartee pe aayi tum pari si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Rehna hamesha foolon si mehki mehki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mehfil ho soona tumhare bagair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aaye nahi raunak tumhare bagair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma ki pooja ka fal tum ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tum aayi dharti par hasane har kisi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;           Arpita. 10.25 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-6102359016625629169?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-4947026831881364299</id><published>2009-06-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:18:55.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>how to stop nightmares!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he- she says she misses me....awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- really? wow...whats happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he - nothing much..a recent friend of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- awww..sort of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he- naa...but she misses me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- oh..really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he - nothing ya..she says i should come back soon...seems she is having some nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he- like..something wierd is gonna happen to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me - hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he - should i bother about it? she says that i should take care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he- i am also worried...will something happen to me? she says its been like that for a while now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he- what ya..say something na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me- ask her to sleep less....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-4947026831881364299?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4947026831881364299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=4947026831881364299' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4947026831881364299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4947026831881364299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-stop-nightmares.html' title='how to stop nightmares!!!'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-8168423732676000630</id><published>2009-06-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:27:58.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>'miss'match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Si5ZMmiKorI/AAAAAAAAFe0/8Isk65Co9Y0/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307880772510386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Si5ZMmiKorI/AAAAAAAAFe0/8Isk65Co9Y0/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;rockingman met angelsmile on a matrimony site. they exchanged emails and decided to meet online. and they met...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;rockingman- hey nice to see you here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;angelsmile- oh yeahh...same here...so how are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R- yes am good and what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A-swimming through recession ..apart from that life is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R-let me tell you..you do have a great smile (flirts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A-(blushes) thank you ...thank you..and i guess you must be a real macho man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R- (feels great) so may i ask you where you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A- oh yes...i work for xyz company at so and so place..and what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R-I work for ABC company at so and so place...hey my cousin also works with xyz company at your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A- really? wow...then i can meet her and know more about you...by the way..may I know your good name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R-ladies first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A- oh..hmm..well am called as aditi mishra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R- which place are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A-so and so place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Rockingman logged off instantly and never turned again...and for angelsmile- he remained as a mystery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the only secret that rocking man knows and would never reveal is that ..angelsmile is his cousin... he was talking about!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-8168423732676000630?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8168423732676000630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=8168423732676000630' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8168423732676000630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8168423732676000630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/missmatch.html' title='&apos;miss&apos;match'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Si5ZMmiKorI/AAAAAAAAFe0/8Isk65Co9Y0/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-754857875235280848</id><published>2009-06-06T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:29:18.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>steps of failure..climb them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;many people fail...and they take failure as a stepping stone of success...i call them new age phoenixes! whoa...they discover the new steps and achieve heights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but some people fail and fail and continue to fail no matter how many steps they climb...is it possible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i guess yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;here i call it steps of failure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344143157647390674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Sio14yxoN9I/AAAAAAAAFeU/ocG4PYbqMEk/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i would give anything in this world if any of you can climb these steps and say 'you are successful'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-754857875235280848?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/Sio14yxoN9I/AAAAAAAAFeU/ocG4PYbqMEk/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-3863095764940135059</id><published>2009-06-05T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:30:21.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info for none'/><title type='text'>go green...by doing nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world environment day again. june 5th always excites me as my identity is very much related to it! yeah as an environmental journalist i bug and dig people most of the times and ask them to go green! how about doing it now...i know it sucks to even think about compromising and sacrificing our interests to save nature..but how about not doing anything yet saving the planet???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are some tips which could be adopted by anyone at anytime at any place!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1) washed your clothes and you have tons of water in your bucket???...wait..dont throw into the gutter..use the water to flush your toilets...there you go...reusing your water...see how simple it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2) washed your vegetables and throwing away the vegetable waste? wait hero....put them in the plants...as simple as that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3) how about buying a gen-x jute or cloth bag and wearing it across your shoulders while your goggles are on!! you look like a dude /chic...i bet it..now go for shopping and dump your stuff in it...dont carry polythene.. you look smart when you have cloth or jute bags in your hands than those branded polythene bags!! think about it honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4) have you ever thought of having a well lit room? trust me and try this...switch on the lights only in the room that you are in and let all other lights and fans sleep (not at the cost of other people in the house) now see how well you glow in your own room...dont you think you would be saving lot of electricity??? think think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5) decorate your balcony and corridor with small plant pots and flowers....see how beautiful it would look....it wont cost you more than 100 bucks..but definitely gives you million times of happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6) whenever you open the tap..imagine you are using your credit card! i dont think you are dumb enough to over use your credit card!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how about taking an oath to do all these stuff or atleast one of them? be at your home and save the planet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO GREEN...........zoooooom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-3863095764940135059?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3863095764940135059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=3863095764940135059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/3863095764940135059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/3863095764940135059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-greenbut-dont-do-anything.html' title='go green...by doing nothing'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-4129217523535518752</id><published>2009-05-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:30:36.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>say cheeeeeeeseeeee..click</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we all went to studios and got clicked. now dont deny it....see how we pose!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESmr20sKI/AAAAAAAAFeM/0eeZI6opiAw/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337067489227747490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESmr20sKI/AAAAAAAAFeM/0eeZI6opiAw/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( o mere dil ki raani ..llalalalala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShEShnl39eI/AAAAAAAAFeE/MFWpOQZMefM/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337067402183570914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShEShnl39eI/AAAAAAAAFeE/MFWpOQZMefM/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( women empowerment?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESddW3iLI/AAAAAAAAFd8/7H8p_kGYZ3A/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337067330716797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESddW3iLI/AAAAAAAAFd8/7H8p_kGYZ3A/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(chandini...o meri chandini...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESY5okj5I/AAAAAAAAFd0/N4lFfYUDX0s/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337067252407898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESY5okj5I/AAAAAAAAFd0/N4lFfYUDX0s/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(wireless telephone with cordless TV!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(courtesy- another fwd email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now share yours.....I am waiting...click click...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-4129217523535518752?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4129217523535518752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=4129217523535518752' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4129217523535518752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/4129217523535518752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-cheeeeeeeseeeeeclick.html' title='say cheeeeeeeseeeee..click'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUtkw_1iRj8/ShESmr20sKI/AAAAAAAAFeM/0eeZI6opiAw/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-2232075114569025092</id><published>2009-05-14T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:30:36.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>i wanna wanna !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i have been receiving this fwd email since long. whenever i read- i rofl. so i thought to share this with all my buddies who need a good laugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are actual ads. Grammar and spell errors have no place in a profile description as everything is straight from theheart!&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : I am not responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading this.....&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;- Hello To Viewers My Name is Shekhar , I am single i don't have female,If anyone want to Marie to me u can visit to my home. I am not a goodeducation but i working all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcometo my heart...when ever u want to meet pls visit my resident or send uletter.. Thanks yours Regards Shekhar ~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i want very simple girl. from brahmin educated family from orissa stateshe is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework&lt;br /&gt;(Homework?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Wants a woman who knows me better and can adjust with me forever. shemay never create any difficulties in my life or her life by which theentire life can run smoothly. thank you&lt;br /&gt;(The principle of running life smoothly was never so easy!)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;she should be good looking and should have a service. she Should haveone brother and one sister. she should be educated.&lt;br /&gt;(ain't it unique !! 1 brother 1 sister criteria !)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys every moments of life. Ilove to make friendship. Because friendship is a first step of love. Iam looking for my dreamgirl who will love me more than i. Because i lovemyself a lot. If u think that is u then why to late come on ........holdmy hand forever !!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my life because of my luck nowi am looking one gal she care me and love me lot lot lot&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know why but this is one of my favorites)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wear jeans in housebut while stepping out of house she should give respect to our cast&lt;br /&gt;(by not wearing her jeans? Wat the hell...)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE ANY BODY TOLOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REALMESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE 1.THEYMUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND THEY SHOULDNOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;(all of us are loughing{laughing})&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;whatever she may be but she should feel that she is going to be someonebride and she must think of the future life if she is too like this shewould be called the woman of the lamp&lt;br /&gt;(I am clueless, I feel so lost. Can anyone tell me what this boy wants)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i lovethepatner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok&lt;br /&gt;(I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok". The person issuffering from "Ok-syndrome")&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V AND NEWS OK I HAVE 1 CARAND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSO GOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK&lt;br /&gt;(the "ok syndrome" again)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am pran my family history my two brother two sister and Father&amp;amp;mothersister complity marred&lt;br /&gt;(somebody please explain in comments section how to get married'completely'?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent.iam doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence atkalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist.&lt;br /&gt;(actually what is this guy doing? Postal service or tailor.??)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;my name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaespleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes&lt;br /&gt;(height of desperation!)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I want one girl who love me or my mother. she love me heartly or shehavea frank she's skin colour 'normal'not a black or not a whitey.IThink the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you arebeautiful.but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. but my Mom say thatIam a good guy. My father already expired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR.bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;(uttama purushan)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;iam kanan. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.&lt;br /&gt;(No comments)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANY HABIT.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe the poor guy meant BAD habits)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;hello i am a good charactarised man. i want to run my life happily.idivorced my first wife.her charactor is not good'. i expect the goodminded and clean habits girl who may be in the same caste or other casteaccepted ...&lt;br /&gt;(but credit cards not accepted..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like social service(Zebra..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out for who lives in bombay , girl simple who trust me lotshould be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;(Now that criterion is a must, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;to be married on jan-2006. working woman perferable&lt;br /&gt;(this guy has fixed the marriage date too! But he is yet to find abride.I wish him best of luck on behalf of all of us. I am sure he willget one soon.)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want her any treasure.because girl is the maharani.&lt;br /&gt;(Now she is going to be a lucky girl! Any takers?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which notpaying salary at present.&lt;br /&gt;(Any takers again?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-2232075114569025092?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2232075114569025092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=2232075114569025092' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/2232075114569025092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/2232075114569025092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-wanna.html' title='i wanna wanna !!!!'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-8504166998038215601</id><published>2009-05-06T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:31:02.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info for none'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumes and fire..grrr'/><title type='text'>how blind one can be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;was wondering how people accept new requests on face book and orkut or any other social-networking sites. blogs are no exception!! there are a couple of instances that happened even to my acquaintances where they realised well before they were trapped. unless untill people know each other very strongly, how can one trust the other and be so blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i just came across this article on yahoo news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/32/20090504/1074/tod-it-could-have-been-me.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;http://in.news.yahoo.com/32/20090504/1074/tod-it-could-have-been-me.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how/why the hell did the girl go to his house? people are becoming crazy...this crave for new relationships and 'i dont care attitude' is growing among urbanites for no good. knowing people is not bad...but trusting them blindly is worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stay away from strangers buddies...this could happen to you as well..beware!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-8504166998038215601?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8504166998038215601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=8504166998038215601' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8504166998038215601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/8504166998038215601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-blind-one-can-be.html' title='how blind one can be?'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-8976494552829567838</id><published>2009-05-04T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:24:19.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;me&apos;n'/><title type='text'>success mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind every successful man there is a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- so true it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;behind every successful woman there is no man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;so true it is&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;proud to be single and successful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-8976494552829567838?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8976494552829567838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-7389064166891453033</id><published>2009-04-23T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:24:19.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;me&apos;n'/><title type='text'>was it all just for fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;u made me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;u kept me happy all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;u tried to give me everything under the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;we cherished every moment together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;we lived through every happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;i felt its only u and i have none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;now i need u so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;i know i am incomplete without u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;but u say it was all just for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-7389064166891453033?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7389064166891453033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=7389064166891453033' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7389064166891453033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/7389064166891453033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-miss-something.html' title='was it all just for fun?'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-5906982977385183672</id><published>2009-04-16T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:22:57.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy circus'/><title type='text'>finally a HOT DATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;awww....am writing my blog after a month.....i know its tooo late...but trust me....life has been very turbulent since a month and i dint get a chance to sit-think-write a blog...now am back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;anyways..finally i went on a HOT DATE today....yeah,,,my  friend Mr N and I went to watch fast and furious....this is the first time am watching the series  and as soon as the movie started.. i asked N to explain the movie as i cant understand "English"....well he informed that the dialogues are in Spanish .....awww...... i almost remained silent for the next two hours.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i was too furious to get back home as i was literally getting burnt...the sun  blaze was at its worst...worst enough to cook instant noodles in a traffic-jam!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;finally i was back home and seems i had sunstroke...huh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i know.... surely a HOT DATE to remember........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-5906982977385183672?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5906982977385183672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=5906982977385183672' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/5906982977385183672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/5906982977385183672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-hot-date.html' title='finally a HOT DATE'/><author><name>swats....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04643384157956856066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05690883284916976468'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36882821.post-5974663182155003837</id><published>2009-04-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:25:08.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i me myself'/><title type='text'>20 random things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ok here goes the list...finally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;1) i am very moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2) i give a damn to arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;3) i love animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;4) i respect elders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;5) adoption is in my future plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;6) i am very courteous in nature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;7) my parents are my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;8) my life is mine and am answerable to none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;9) i believe in humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;10) for me love is essential and i connect myself with many people across the globe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;11) i don't believe in marriage as an institution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;12) i feel there should be dignity in whatever we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;13) i love my wardrobe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;14) my sister means a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;15) wooing me is the most difficult thing in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;16) i enjoy every moment of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;17) i sound feminist but i am not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;18) my absence is surely felt among the loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;19) from vedas to vodka.....i am into everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;20) i hate suggestions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;awwwwww finally.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36882821-5974663182155003837?l=swatsblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5974663182155003837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36882821&amp;postID=5974663182155003837' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/5974663182155003837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36882821/posts/default/5974663182155003837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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