<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459</id><updated>2012-01-23T17:56:03.606+07:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Simply Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-503440926757052594</id><published>2010-05-22T14:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:18:23.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lonely.. Not any more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was little surprise to find that I am just enjoying being alone.. I tried forcing myself calling friend groups and meet them but in vein.. Is something abnormal about it.. I guess not..sometimes..u wanna be alone.. thinking about yourself.. spending time with yourself.. After all we all lead a busy life surrounded by spouse, family friends, colleagues. I am enjoying this break and i call it being selfish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-503440926757052594?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/503440926757052594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=503440926757052594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/503440926757052594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/503440926757052594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-6226186575429960272</id><published>2008-11-26T01:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:37:10.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress Buster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going thru lots of stress management articles, I feel, I have come up with my own stress busting theory. That is, if things are not going your way then instead of shouting and creating chaos just go silent. Advantages are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      You will be able to conserve the energy. Hence, compensating the energy consumed by the stress.&lt;br /&gt;2)      You may be able to prevent further stress caused by the wrong words which normally comes out of one’s mouth when he/she is irritated.&lt;br /&gt;3)      It will give you time to think. You may be able to focus on way to come out of present situation.&lt;br /&gt;4)      You will feel good to find that people who initially used to complaint about your high pitch voice have suddenly started missing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sshhhh…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-6226186575429960272?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/6226186575429960272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=6226186575429960272' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6226186575429960272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6226186575429960272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2008/11/stress-buster-after-going-thru-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-35484287460802599</id><published>2008-11-14T23:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:46:46.844+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game of Poker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nite, I read a small story which I found quite interesting; so, thought of sharing it with you. I have just tried narrating it in my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a just another regular day. Judge Judy boarded into first class compartment. He often needed to travel to a small village for judging small cases. Its’ long four hour boring journey which he decided to pass by going thru tomorrow’s case’s papers. He wished no one board into same compartment for disturbing him. But the moment wish passed from his mind there entered a sad looking man name Cannor followed by a priest. Judge Judy was in no mood to start conversation, he decided to go thru his papers whereas sad looking man took out old and pretty worn out cards to play solitaire. He was no good in cards. He had nine of heart in his hand when he could easily place on ten of spade. But he decided to unfold second card which came out to be king of spade. Judge Judy had enough! How can one play so bad game, he had to help him with his cards.   With this started conversation and once started, three people, long journey, playing cards, thus perfect situation for game of poker. Judge Judy, with a proud feeling of sharp mind, poker experience had won 30$. Sad looking man, not so lucky in cards, had already lost 10$ and priest had won 10$ for charity. Last few minutes, last game, priest ‘son of god’, with those orphan kids’ luck, managed to win. It was then Judge Judy realized that he had lost almost 50$ in poker game but any way that was for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Normally small courts get simpler cases only. Judge Judy was finding no difficulty until after noon when this case came. A local shop keeper had filed a case of cheating and fraud. Shop keeper was traveling thru the train when he met the ‘accused’ and a farmer. As conversation started, they began playing poker. Shop keeper being good in poker was winning in beginning but lately all of sudden he started losing. It was then his suspicion grew and he called railway police. Accused was none other then sad looking man Cannor ! Cannor wished to defend his own case. First witness was railway police whom shop keeper had contacted. Second one was detective who told how he was sure that cheating was done. He told that all big cards like kings, queens were modified i.e. they were not straight and had little cut at corner. He also told about other small symbols. To this Cannor defended saying that he was innocent and he got those cards from one of the pub. Someone had left those cards there. Then, he took the permission to cross examine the shop keeper.  'Who was the one to start the conversation?' he asked shop keeper. To which shop keeper replied that Cannor was playing solitaire, he was so bad that he had to interrupt. Then Cannor asked who suggested playing poker; to which shop keeper agreed that since it was long journey he did. Cannor next asked who suggested play for money; shop keeper said that he was not sure but may be he did. Then, cheat do not loose money!! do they? this was the final stroke Cannor played by asking 'If he won any thing?'. Shop keeper admitted that Cannor himself lost 8$; it was farmer who won all the money. Case was clear, Cannor was not guilty. Court was adjourned. Judge and shop keeper came out. They saw a black BMW standing outside the court. At wheel was Cannor! Sitting beside was a man wearing black dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'Why other person was dressed like that', asked shop keeper. 'Because he is a priest' said Judy. 'He never is' said shop keeper angrily 'he is a farmer!!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-35484287460802599?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/35484287460802599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=35484287460802599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/35484287460802599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/35484287460802599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-of-poker-yesterday-nite-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-4614440551193682752</id><published>2008-03-23T16:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:54:14.232+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Link to Rajahmundry snaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182882746060454482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1MZb9vOlI/AAAAAAAABvE/WxsL4tc0f9I/s320/DSC00167.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1K5L9vOkI/AAAAAAAABu8/MrByzHyrWsw/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182881092498045506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1K5L9vOkI/AAAAAAAABu8/MrByzHyrWsw/s320/DSC00220.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1KoL9vOjI/AAAAAAAABu0/qLZICVcM75c/s1600-h/IMG_5489-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182880800440269362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1KoL9vOjI/AAAAAAAABu0/qLZICVcM75c/s320/IMG_5489-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1Jkr9vOiI/AAAAAAAABus/ddJEXUevuo4/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182879640799099426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1Jkr9vOiI/AAAAAAAABus/ddJEXUevuo4/s320/DSC00117.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1JWr9vOhI/AAAAAAAABuk/uk0pc0GFwUA/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182879400280930834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1JWr9vOhI/AAAAAAAABuk/uk0pc0GFwUA/s320/DSC00063.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/gpritika" target="_blank"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.co.in/gpritika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-4614440551193682752?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/4614440551193682752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=4614440551193682752' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/4614440551193682752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/4614440551193682752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2008/03/link-to-rajahmundry-snaps-httppicasaweb.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R-1MZb9vOlI/AAAAAAAABvE/WxsL4tc0f9I/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-6885613689623179610</id><published>2008-02-22T19:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:43:33.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trip to Rajahmundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last two years my colleagues were planning for trip to Rajahmundry , Papi Kondalu and Maredumilli.. Difficult names I know. At that time little did we know about the splendor of the place. The only reason why we heard of it is due to a controversy. There is this 100+ feet height dam proposed to be built in the papikondalu range that will engulf most of the villages due to raising levels of water. An estimated 30 odd villages will be endangered due to this however it is being constructed to bring millions of acres of land into cultivation. It can also be the case that by 2010 or so, most of the places that we are going to visit in this trip, are a history! So this was the last chance to enjoy the natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started early on Friday 1st Feb’08. We boarded Godavari express around 5:30 PM, it was supposed to reach destination around 2:00 AM. Train reached station at time and we got accommodation in one of the decent hotel. Next day we had to start at 6:00 AM. Well that was quite opposite to my idea of vacation as my plan means getting up late in the morning. Somehow for change, I enjoyed the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Pattiseema. That was the first glimpse of Godavari river… Oh it was beautiful! So vast, so clean and early morning sun was so refreshing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Polavaram, where we started our fascinating journey in a small motor boat in the river. The journey was expected to take about 8 hours along the downward stream. One of the challenges in the journey was the negotiation with the drifting sand, that makes the path of the boat extremely dynamic. Check the snaps of our team standing in the front of boat to prevent it from getting stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean river water with the reflection of lush green hills, gentle breeze flowing across the river, definitely brings your inner photographer out. No wonder we got more than 1000 snaps for our two days trip. Papikondalu range is especially popular due to their co-existence with the river. Except during summer, the river is full of life with people. However, several tribal communities fill the hills with life from ages in search for their livelihood by agriculture, fishing and handicrafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting things that can happen in the journey is a possibility to camp on the river side in tents. Pity that didn’t happened though. There were only three stops in whole 8 hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached back to shore around 7:00 PM, Attaching beautiful sun set snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we started for Maredumilli, 75 km from Rajahmundry, is also known as Andhra Ooty. The place is full of scenic beauty. We almost sighed at each and every turn. It was the road with green forest on both sides. We made our first stop at road side canal which with its clean running water was looking quite invited, Next thing we know was we had our shoes off , jeans raised and we jumped into the water. To add to adventure, we started moving toward its origin. Stones were slippery and at some places water was little deep. We could not reach to the origin but still I enjoyed such kind of tracking after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We excited by our first stop again started toward our next destination that was WWF camps. There were around 10-12 camps in mid of the forest. It was next to beautiful river and there were arrangements for camp fire, food and night stay. That all too was quite cheap. We could see some gang of boys enjoying there. Man I was jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this tracking and adventure made us hungry and to our pleasure, rather I should say ‘sone pe suhaga’, we were served Bamboo chicken in Bamboo farm. The chicken is cooked in very interesting way. Small marinated chicken are inserted into hollow bamboo, which is then covered and thrown in fire. No extra oil is added to it. So its very healthy chicken with bamboo taste and smell. That is something I never had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all that fun, it was time to take train back home. When I said yes for this trip, I had no expectation. People had warned me against the food problem, accommodation problem and other things. Infact, I had fully packed my bags with noodles and chips. But at end I can say food was delicious, accommodation was decent and natural beauty was mind blowing. How strange we normally tend to go to all commercialized hill stations looking for luxuries, where we get everything except nature touch. I am glad that I made to this trip. This was my second best trip after Kerala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-6885613689623179610?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/6885613689623179610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=6885613689623179610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6885613689623179610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6885613689623179610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2008/02/trip-to-rajahmundry-from-last-two-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-8623194606398459551</id><published>2008-01-15T20:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:48:51.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Experimenting again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y4Yz_OFsI/AAAAAAAABVg/liHHnqkx3ho/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155698409844119234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y4Yz_OFsI/AAAAAAAABVg/liHHnqkx3ho/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155697404821771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y3eT_OFZI/AAAAAAAABTA/Ag0lsY_cdMY/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155697628160071138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y3rT_OFeI/AAAAAAAABTs/TiPKLIk1qY8/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155697860088305202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y34z_OFjI/AAAAAAAABUU/l8VPPboHxPg/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-8623194606398459551?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/8623194606398459551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=8623194606398459551' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/8623194606398459551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/8623194606398459551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2008/01/experimenting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R4y4Yz_OFsI/AAAAAAAABVg/liHHnqkx3ho/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-1701348398575353932</id><published>2007-12-28T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:27:15.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning Car Driving......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you must have guessed from title..yep, i am trying to learn how to drive a car without bumping it to others... ;) I have taken some 15 days course.. and yesterday for first time i drove my own car.. not alone..with my hubby sitting on my side.. When i used to drove that instructor's car, i used to think that i was doing good.. but yesterday's drive shook all my myths.. It is quite different to drive with a instructor who has full control in his hand..n giving u step by step instruction then when u r driving ur own car .. Till now whenever i used to make mistake my instructor himself used to correct it, even without my knowledge.. He used to guide me gear changes.. but when i was left to my own descretion, i found it little difficult to coordinate b/w gears and speed.. Yesterday after having filmy jump on speed breaker, i realized my mistake.. i thought gear is used to maintain the speed.. but just today morning i came to know its vice versa.. we dont change gears to change the speed but as we have changed the speed, for supporting it, we need to change the gear.. my instructor just told me that on speed breaker change it to second gear... but what was missing was.. if one is at 4th gear and good speed..first apply breaks.. n since it is a hard break, press clutch along( to prevent stoping of engine) .. then since ur speed came down to somewhere 20, u need to change the gear to 2nd..... I know these things come with practise only.. Anyways..till now it has been fun.. m trying to find funda behind each of my instructor's guidelines.. Trying to remember them.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999115560848258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R3Traj_OC4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/VC4dINn6tb0/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys wish me luck.. i just wish that by next month i can drive at my own... both front side n reverse side :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-1701348398575353932?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/1701348398575353932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=1701348398575353932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1701348398575353932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1701348398575353932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/12/learning-car-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R3Traj_OC4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/VC4dINn6tb0/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-7714883022839687220</id><published>2007-12-20T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:05:01.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Khoya Khoya Chand.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope! i am not here to praise the movie... nor to even critisize.... Just that, this movie made me to research sth.. They showed 60s era.. My first reaxn was.. was glamour world really so unhappy at that time.. answer i got..yep can be.. one can see the stories of Wahida rehman, meena kumari , praveen bobi.. just few of the names which were at top during that time but had very unhappy ending.. So then this story was about whom.. well to my surprise it was very simialr to that of 'Madhubala' .. i never knew that there was so much pain hidden in that beautiful face with most wonderful smile.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146039904568740706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R2poBz_OC2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/6nQ7ww8PJhA/s320/Madhubala3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madhubala ..started as a child actor in film industry.. she struggled a lot to reach at the top position.. She fall in love with actor Dilip kumar.. The love story went on for almost six years but not for long. Soon their relationship turned sour and even lead to a scandalous court case. It so happened that during film Naya Daur in which Madhubala and Dilip Kumar were to star in, Madhubala’s father objected for out door shooting and even claimed that the entire Bhopal schedule was an excuse to give Dilip Kumar the opportunity to romance his daughter. Finally, director sued Madhubala for the cash advance she received from him for a film she now had no intention of completing. He also replaced her with South Indian actress Vyjayanthimala . Madhubala obediently supported her father despite her commitment to Dilip Kumar . Kumar testified against Madhubala and Ataullah Khan in favor of the director B.R. Chopra in open court. The case was lost by Madhubala and her father amid much negative publicity. Up until that point Madhubala had worked hard to gain a reputation as a reliable and professional performer with much goodwill in the industry. Her image was badly damaged after this episode. Madhubala and Dilip Kumar were effectively separated from that point on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was diagnosed with a heart disease in 1950, before heart surgery was available, yet she concealed it from the film industry and continued working hard, at times coughing blood on set knowing she had a large poor family to support. Many of her friends later recount that she was never the same after her relationship with Dilip ended and many say she suffered from a lifelong depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146040106432203634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R2poNj_OC3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/YC0I2C6qYGQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kishore Kumar took care of Madhubala during her last days. She wanted to be married before dying.. so Kishore kumar even changed his religion n married her.. but Kishore's family never accepted her..She died with a hole in her heart in 1969 after being bedridden for 9 years, and was buried by her family and husband Kishore Kumar. It is said that even during her last days..she just wished to see Dilip Kumar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in this film..they have almost shown same ..but how ever the film lacked strong editing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how narration was not very strong and went on coming and going.. making this film little untolerable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-7714883022839687220?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/7714883022839687220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=7714883022839687220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7714883022839687220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7714883022839687220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/12/khoya-khoya-chand.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R2poBz_OC2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/6nQ7ww8PJhA/s72-c/Madhubala3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-8681680021818531627</id><published>2007-12-07T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:45:59.431+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to pavallion....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its been more than a month since i came from Toronto...... Finally i am kind of back to normal life.. With normal life means.. my house now look like a home again.. trip to both the houses and phone calls to freinds every thing done... :) Now its my old spicy life.. When i was travelling back my colleagues told me that i might face some adjustment problem.... but the moment i landed back to Hyderabad..i once again fall in love with this place.. i felt so better to be back in my house ..my office ..my people.... :) Well now "i hope" i will once again start blogging and definetly would start reading your beautiful thoughts ..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141226727157213394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R1lOeA3zKNI/AAAAAAAAA7o/EAsL3GaYNsM/s320/hyderabad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-8681680021818531627?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/8681680021818531627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=8681680021818531627' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/8681680021818531627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/8681680021818531627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-pavallion.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/R1lOeA3zKNI/AAAAAAAAA7o/EAsL3GaYNsM/s72-c/hyderabad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-3364175548816203858</id><published>2007-10-13T08:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:12:24.924+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to say goodbye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five month back i landed this place strugling with my dreams, ambitions, emotions... If you remember just a few post back.. i said..i wanna fly..touch the sky... thanks to all my blog friends.. i really njoyed my 5 months here... i lived the life like never before.. i think i was able to give new shape and direction to my career path.... i was able to realise my dreams.. now i know what i want for my professional life..now i have goals again... so when today its time to say good bye.. i am fully satisfied... just wanna go back...just wanna be with my family..wanna spend some time decorating my house...n persue my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120636467686318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAnvLBaoNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/f6KOjrMHEWU/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120636562175598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAn0rBaoOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mCG4n4VIR3U/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120636686729650418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAn77BaoPI/AAAAAAAAAco/WfNy86T_Rwo/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120636875708211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAoG7BaoQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IL0J1fAWyDY/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637034622001426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAoQLBaoRI/AAAAAAAAAc4/C9m9YgEojLM/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637210715660578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAoabBaoSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3zkqWuB4YRs/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637352449581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAoirBaoTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZJT8mz_BuEg/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637550018076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAouLBaoUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/T3Z0P4h9Sy8/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637661687226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAo0rBaoVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xVEq6Vt8Vdg/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637816306049378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAo9rBaoWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ddyZHJAqRvc/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637970924872050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxApGrBaoXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/L4OlWQcJADQ/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-3364175548816203858?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/3364175548816203858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=3364175548816203858' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3364175548816203858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3364175548816203858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RxAnvLBaoNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/f6KOjrMHEWU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-7328576121355017246</id><published>2007-10-06T08:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:29:37.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love Picasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know picasa is a tool provided by Google for picture editing.. It can do miracle to your pics.. thou i m still experimenting its power.. but for those who haven't tried it and love photography.. Try It!!!!!!!!! and its free :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is the original pic.. believe me it was more clearer then shown here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118034280145657970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbpD7BaoHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rgAuG5Swiy8/s320/2nd+Oct+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After i croped it, see i told you it was more clearer :) i got those fine lines really nice.. Full size image looks wonderful..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118035864988590242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbqgLBaoKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1xeNvbyPSdM/s400/2nd+Oct+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a experiment&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118035654535192722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbqT7BaoJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SNu0eUWM-u4/s400/2nd+Oct+025+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;N Painting effect ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118043879397564594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbxyrBaoLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Xz2p0jaYdAE/s400/DSC09911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another one.. I am loving it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118044472103051458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbyVLBaoMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4bKKZdmq27A/s400/DSC09915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS : I am sorry if i hurt someone's feeling ..its not that im playing with photographs... i think frustation with my camera made me experiment... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-7328576121355017246?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/7328576121355017246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=7328576121355017246' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7328576121355017246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7328576121355017246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwbpD7BaoHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rgAuG5Swiy8/s72-c/2nd+Oct+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-900086210845297480</id><published>2007-10-02T09:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:55:35.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish Come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a gal madly in love with this guy.. But was too shy to ask.. She used to dream to be with this guy.. but was not sure whether her wish will ever come true.. Her eyes would be looking for her man in blue.. But the moment he comes into picture.. she pretends to be normal with abnormal heart beat.. praying god that guy have not notice anything in her eyes.. But luckily guy noticed.. One fine day he proposed that gal.. N there onwards life changed completely.. I have experienced every emotions of love.. Have sang each n every song.. ;) My wish came true.. Today, I m celebrating my first wedding anniversary…. As I look back.. it appears kahani puri filmi hai ;) but I had a gr88 time.. n I really thank god.. that today I am with my dream man..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116198190216552530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwBjJbBaoFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wTn_7KCUVTc/s320/Me+and+dheeraj-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tare hai barati aur chandini yeah baraat.. satho phere honge ab hathon mein lekar hath.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeevan sathi hum diya aur baati hum..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-900086210845297480?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/900086210845297480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=900086210845297480' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/900086210845297480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/900086210845297480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/10/wish-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwBjJbBaoFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wTn_7KCUVTc/s72-c/Me+and+dheeraj-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-3762311091509237200</id><published>2007-10-01T10:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:19:38.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salute to Indian Spirit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next day after Hydearbad chain bomb blast, ( For those who don't know.. there were three major bomb blast in main public area..killing hundreds and other 21 unexploded bombs were found in diiferent areas..) , one of my colleague in Toronto asked.. Isn't this bomb blast a big thing for you people... he was surprised to see full attendance in office next day working normal.. according to him had there been bomb blast in Toronto..he would have not come out for days.. n forget to visit a public place.. .I dont think i have to say anything.. a banner during vinayak chaturthi says it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201999852544098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwBmnLBaoGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IyXhq-22VJQ/s320/View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-3762311091509237200?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/3762311091509237200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=3762311091509237200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3762311091509237200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3762311091509237200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/10/salute-to-indian-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RwBmnLBaoGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IyXhq-22VJQ/s72-c/View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-2533288536929197729</id><published>2007-09-21T07:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:23:23.899+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Nature at its best...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mother nature decides to be at its best..best camera is your eyes and best hard disk is human brain..:) Autumn has started in Canada.. It is the time when 'Fall' colours start to show their glorious shades of reds and yellow... Maple leaf starts changing color around mid of september.. and finally fall by mid of october.. they change colors like green to yellow to orange, then light red ,finally dark red.. It seems that mother nature wear all colors before wrapping her self in complete white.. I tried to catch as many colors i can.. For your eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112459197847083650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMajbBamoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kxz6ZiLuM20/s320/DSC09527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112459485609892498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMa0LBampI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5g-sjcMvh3w/s320/DSC09599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112459915106622114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMbNLBamqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ST-Y5h0BPbM/s320/DSC09603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112461280906222290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMccrBamtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-JchJ48yaYo/s400/DSC09609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112460555056749250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMbybBamsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yr_qlqKwrIU/s320/DSC09620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-2533288536929197729?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/2533288536929197729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=2533288536929197729' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/2533288536929197729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/2533288536929197729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/09/mother-nature-at-its-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RvMajbBamoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kxz6ZiLuM20/s72-c/DSC09527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-9019808889544297812</id><published>2007-09-10T09:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:55:30.711+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evening at Toronto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this pic on one of the beautiful evening in Toronto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108403538992089266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RuSx9Ab4yLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AlMB_JYaXOI/s320/DSC09476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-9019808889544297812?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/9019808889544297812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=9019808889544297812' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/9019808889544297812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/9019808889544297812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/09/evening-at-toronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RuSx9Ab4yLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AlMB_JYaXOI/s72-c/DSC09476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-3573304392267267268</id><published>2007-09-04T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:09:52.161+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Rolla coaster......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today i went to CNE air show.. it was wonderful.. there were fighter planes , jet planes even normal flights.....There were planes which travel almost at speed of sound.. infact i should say faster then speed of sound.. because we were trying to follow the sound and by that time plane had already gone..;)... The unbelievable display by the planes made me think of all dangerous rollacoster rides we saw in wonderland.. i took few of the rides but for others i seriously thought that only crazy people might be going for those.... but here at CNE.. i forget everything .. oh my god this would be the best rolla coaster experience.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The planes were flying wing-to-wing, got into tight formations, performed rolls and much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again i really got frustated with my camera...i have normal sony digital camera.. today i was able to understand what they mean when they say words like high speed, good focal point, high defination, good optical zoom, image stablization.. my camera have none .:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would be waiting for taking a single shot.. n by the time i will get my camera clicked.. planes would already be gone.. And i could hear 'click click' of the next person's camera... Man i really envy him.. You should have seen the camera.. Gr88 zoom ..great speed... for me after one pic, i have to literally wait for 5 sec to catch other one.. where as for him it was click click click.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really wanna buy new camera..suggest me a good one.. till then njoi few pics which i finally was able to click..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194049061497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzYbxCGKqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n-2hYnW_fD0/s320/airshow1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194122075941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzYgBCGKrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zYKI6Vv1C4E/s320/airshow2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194182205483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzYjhCGKsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0rONedH3IRY/s320/airshow3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194435608554194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzYyRCGKtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qS6bmuu9m5s/s320/DSC09379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194581637442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzY6xCGKuI/AAAAAAAAANA/lSYwllU-LXo/s320/DSC09273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the best award goes to ....... :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194714781428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzZChCGKvI/AAAAAAAAANI/LQxAEB1TVdU/s320/DSC09367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-3573304392267267268?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/3573304392267267268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=3573304392267267268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3573304392267267268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3573304392267267268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/09/biggest-rolla-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RtzYbxCGKqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n-2hYnW_fD0/s72-c/airshow1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-7404648515527662075</id><published>2007-08-13T01:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:01:42.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City that never sleeps..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i love best in toronto ..is its night life.. Right now we have summers in Toronto.. days are really long, morning 6.00 am to night 10.00 pm and people know how to utilize it in best way. I normally love to go out for evening walk. In India also i used to go around 10 - 10:30 pm.. but there at that time i used to find very few people lazily walking on streets.. most of the people like to watch late night saas-bahu serial then sleep as they have to start there next day.. but here at 10:oo pm road is full of active , well dressed people.. Why i put stress on "Well dressed" is..If you see them you can make out that they are not there just for lazy night walk but they are there with some purpose..which can be spending time with their friends, family or just freaking out.. Every where there is light, music and life.. You can see lots of cars on the street..which need not necessarily going to home after work..it might just contain group of friends listening to great music and njoying each other company... U go to any fitness centre or gym..they would be full of people... I love the energy and enthusiasim around me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905981879437170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rr9mewxDR3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wre55bQWuxc/s320/DSC08217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905556677674850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rr9mGAxDR2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/O6eSNgQHGjc/s320/DSC08201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-7404648515527662075?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/7404648515527662075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=7404648515527662075' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7404648515527662075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7404648515527662075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/08/city-that-never-sleeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rr9mewxDR3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wre55bQWuxc/s72-c/DSC08217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-7380943415376299276</id><published>2007-08-05T07:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:00:18.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caribana Parade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toronto is a place where people from different culture lives and florish...And August is the month of cultural fest.. be it south east asia fest...Irie fest... Dyke parade..pride parade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you love music..masti..food..then Toronto is right place to visit...You get so much vairety in each tht you can not get bored at all... Today i went for Caribana parade.... full of music masti..dance..colors...just loved it.. attaching some pics of parade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095014326427928386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RrUgiQxDR0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/O5VNaAWQKAk/s320/DSC08778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095013720837539618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RrUf_AxDRyI/AAAAAAAAADs/xb_4rHIAqmA/s320/DSC08676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095013394420025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RrUfsAxDRxI/AAAAAAAAADk/FGO6WLBlZGI/s320/DSC08617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095013944175839026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RrUgMAxDRzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SKTV7h9Lgs8/s320/DSC08775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-7380943415376299276?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/7380943415376299276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=7380943415376299276' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7380943415376299276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/7380943415376299276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/08/caribana-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RrUgiQxDR0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/O5VNaAWQKAk/s72-c/DSC08778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-1474212657238597045</id><published>2007-07-14T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:29:11.501+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read in love story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means never ever need to say sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i like more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means able to say someone sorry..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-1474212657238597045?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/1474212657238597045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=1474212657238597045' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1474212657238597045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1474212657238597045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-3443662830787165185</id><published>2007-06-03T10:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:26:50.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071672480192823234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RmIzP_cEf8I/AAAAAAAAADc/8oWjGB5qpHg/s400/sadgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know when it happened.. why it happened.. but i dont know how all of sudden i became so bad in handling my relation.. More im trying to become polite more i m annoying people.. it include all my boss.. my boss's boss.. my near n dears.. M i forgetting how to speak.. or its just the more i am trying to change myself more im becoming confused.. i think politeness is not my cup of coffee.. i was earlier fine.. straight forward.. bindas..aloof.. maintaining distance.. Atleast i was happy... i dont know.. there are so many things going around.. happiness is knocking my door but some forces not letting me open it.. there are complaints.. more complaints.. changes then more changes required.. Is this possible that i forget everything n just live at my own.. i wanna fly... let me fly.. let me forget my relations.. let me forget expectations.. it just me n my life... let me fly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-3443662830787165185?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/3443662830787165185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=3443662830787165185' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3443662830787165185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3443662830787165185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-me-i-dont-know-when-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RmIzP_cEf8I/AAAAAAAAADc/8oWjGB5qpHg/s72-c/sadgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-3364269361590690002</id><published>2007-05-23T06:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:30:04.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greater Battle lies with in........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all this is Pritika reporting from Toronto... I am here on Project...n will be here for 5 mths......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few mths back when i was told infact when i was asked for whether i am ready for this oppurtunity or not..considering this was my first onsite in 3 years s/w career ..i jumped over it.. Therefore astonishing my PM and other colleagues..afterall at that time i was only 3 mths married gal ready to go abroad leaving my groom alone for so long......:D.......But when i told this to my hubby..he behaved perfectly normal..thank god i have got an understanding hubby....he knew it was my dream and can mean a lot to my career..n he will never come in my way.......So in n all i was a Happy gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then day came when my visa processing started..so we have to break this news to my parents..his parents..n sisters... n all of sudden came a twist in story..i though they will be happy for me..but they became worried..first worry how will i leave alonein unknown country.. secondly wud i be able able to survive without DK for so longs...OOps.... In my excitement i completely missed the second part...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it was my first onsite oppur.. it was my dream.. it was my ambition n major move in my career..after this i would be counted in one of senior employee in my team..thus more respect(Thou responsibilties too:( ).. last but not least it meant money for my dream house..house about which i have lot of plans..but they need money, dont they?? But now to this new angle came..that is emotional...&lt;br /&gt;Thou till last week of my travel we both tried to behave perfectly normal with each other... But finally dam of emotion broke... and there i was struggling... On one side was my dream , ambition and money..on other side was attachment n emotions... I fall ill... to the extent that doctor asked me to postpone the trip... But thanks to my hubby ..who took care of every thing..starting from my health to my packing.. Its becoz of him i am here... He became my biggest strength to fight for my dreams..which i wud have regreted if missed.......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear hubby!! Thanks for being there.....!!! I wish u can soon come somewhere near by canada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-3364269361590690002?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/3364269361590690002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=3364269361590690002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3364269361590690002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/3364269361590690002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/05/greater-battle-lies-with-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-6424738663260100505</id><published>2007-05-08T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:42:04.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trip To Home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Friends!! How r u all? How's life treating u... Well sorry for so long absence on blogger side.. So many things were hapening in my life but i was feeling too lazy to write it :(( My mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chalo let me start with what happened recently..last week i went to home town.. first at my sasural then mayeka..;) It was a big n relaxing holidays.. Thou are journey was bit hectic.. we had 1 RAC seat n two person ( me n my hubby..) but some how because of nice family next to us..we atleast got a full berth..:) but it doesn't end here.. we had to get down at mathura and from ther had to take bus .. we found out there is no Taxi service in mathura.. then no delux busses also.... we travelled in normal Rajasthan roadways bus.. n as we were travelling thru old old Rajasthan Villages it reminded me of movie Swadesh.. its still same.. gals carrying water on ther head.. same small houses.. traditional dresses.. with face fully covered.. bus was fully crowded.. n most frustating part was people on the way wud stop the bus n ask where its going.. because they can't read the board.. we are not use to this.. it was a new experience for me.. so it made our 3 journey to 5 hour.. but finally we reached home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alwar is a small town surrounded by Arravalis Mountain.. these mountain are not like normal mountain.. they are just stone with no or less greenery.. so thou it look like hill station it was very very HOT!! So thou i had big shopping plans..u know rajisthani stuff always attracts me.. theu are colorful..n make ur house beautiful.. but coz of heat every plan got scrapped :( .. but still a good thing happened was - there was one of DK's distant cousions marriage.. It was for the first time after my marriage i attended any function.. wow!! i wored saree n full Jewellery n make up.. Hey i njoyed it..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Second good thing was we had a SAVAMANI at our house.. Savamani is lord hanumanji pooja.. its a big scale function in which lot of people are invited for lunch.. even my parents came... They cook traditional Dal batti n Churma for prasad.. We went to Pandupol temple which lies in middle of sarishka Wild life century..n that was the best part.. i was able to click some of good pics there .. check them out.. its a good place to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062182142188685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB71nV7iRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8gDx9bDI8Aw/s200/home+trip90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062182756369008962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB8ZXV7iUI/AAAAAAAAADM/gXXvIULKKRY/s200/Home+trip+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062182451426330914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB8HnV7iSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ETzGmRBOnuQ/s200/Home+trip+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062182644699859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB8S3V7iTI/AAAAAAAAADE/WMxpB5VYMmU/s200/Home+trip+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ Kurukshetra.. people who have read Mahabharata must be knowing its historical importance.. this is my home town.. n man i tell u its developing fast.. to those who are my college frnds n have not gone ther for long..i tell u it has become lot more developed n beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have got mall ther beautiful garden..good hotels..n a water park is too coming.. I n DK went to colege on 23rd April exactly 4 years after he proposed me ..had a wonderful time.. got a snap clicked.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062184302557235538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB9zXV7iVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-g9Uz4dCqvQ/s200/Home+trip+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So aren't we looking good.. Hey there is much more to update.. will be back soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-6424738663260100505?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/6424738663260100505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=6424738663260100505' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6424738663260100505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/6424738663260100505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-to-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RkB71nV7iRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8gDx9bDI8Aw/s72-c/home+trip90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-2348882015230588782</id><published>2007-03-13T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:17:22.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream valley (HYD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey i went for team outing to dream valley resort in hyderabad on 11th march..had a gr88 time there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;posting some of the pics;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041393999362799458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfahIcjON2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cMw9dAOHLJE/s320/DV+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041394381614888834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfahesjON4I/AAAAAAAAACI/TQb_a3jDNIc/s320/DV+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041394218406131570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfahVMjON3I/AAAAAAAAACA/NaJ2SnQn9Qs/s320/DV+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041394652197828498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfahucjON5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/i45Jt6ebxhE/s320/DV+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041395459651680162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfaidcjON6I/AAAAAAAAACY/ptflIjGVWgQ/s320/DV+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041396524803569602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfajbcjON8I/AAAAAAAAACo/XpK-YYBBDPc/s320/DV+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041395996522592178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rfai8sjON7I/AAAAAAAAACg/NvEE-skLoS8/s320/DV+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-2348882015230588782?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/2348882015230588782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=2348882015230588782' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/2348882015230588782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/2348882015230588782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-valley-hyd-hey-i-went-for-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/RfahIcjON2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cMw9dAOHLJE/s72-c/DV+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-1643053780506598662</id><published>2007-03-08T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:37:40.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY WOMEN DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason to like a woman... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039435369981035314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-rxNhCQzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4JPkEwGh8kY/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039435881082143554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-sO9hCQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2i8wisRzKco/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039436190319788882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-sg9hCQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/P4sOJNrVNwI/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039438939098858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-vA9hCQ-I/AAAAAAAAABw/-hyFM2xKmTg/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039438445177619410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-ukNhCQ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/OPGn1wJpmdo/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039438200364483522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-uV9hCQ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/Y0FFHYeDPnY/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039437972731216818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-uIthCQ7I/AAAAAAAAABY/4qD4IZDVrGg/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039437693558342562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-t4dhCQ6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Tkxegx5i7Ig/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039437307011285906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-th9hCQ5I/AAAAAAAAABI/0S4uP9ODwR0/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039437062198150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-tTthCQ4I/AAAAAAAAABA/YcldhJyIG7c/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039436847449785202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-tHNhCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/E8Mg5VXLxzg/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039436568276910946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-s29hCQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/XPPKkBRi6Ac/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-1643053780506598662?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/1643053780506598662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=1643053780506598662' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1643053780506598662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/1643053780506598662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-women-day-reason-to-like-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Re-rxNhCQzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4JPkEwGh8kY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-4457464807613163301</id><published>2007-02-22T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:01:10.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birth Day to me..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034234436846913154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rd0xjDxMhoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y3hdX9Q1FrY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To all who are my new friends.. 19th feb was my Birth day :).. To others who are my old friends and remember my birth date ..thankoo... :) To those who are my frnds n forgot my birth date :(.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well 19 th was my birth day..:) I had gr88 time with my Hubby and my In- Laws who came down to hyderabad to give me a pleasant surprise.. :).. It was a gr88 feeling.. They did everything to make my birth day special... We went outside in day time and at nite..Mummy papa cooked dal baati n churma for us.. I loved it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So i will like to thank my hubby, mom n dad , and my all other frnds who called me to make my day special.. Thanku all.... &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/24590459-4457464807613163301?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/4457464807613163301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=4457464807613163301' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/4457464807613163301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/4457464807613163301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birth-day-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cif-YYcOXkE/Rd0xjDxMhoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y3hdX9Q1FrY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116849663139657591</id><published>2007-01-11T13:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:23:51.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Few more sketches added..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1483/2551/400/41565/new%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click My sketches link on right side... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116849663139657591?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116849663139657591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116849663139657591' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116849663139657591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116849663139657591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-more-sketches-added.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116721793075582424</id><published>2006-12-27T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:12:10.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1483/2551/1600/977296/air_deccan_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millions are flying.. its no longer a dream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1483/2551/200/341901/air_deccan_3.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Deccan!!! I was travelling thru DN608 Del-Hyd.. when i saw this Deccan Promos.. It was about a old carpenter whose son send him the Flight ticket.. and this ticket took him to his past when he designed a wooden aeroplane for his son who was too much fascinated by picture of same. The happiness on the face of tht old farmer reminded me of old couple who was also travelling for first time .. The happiness and nervousness they felt when they were first time travelling by aeroplane was clearly visble on there face.. They very happily told me tht there son has sent them ticket..and he was working in some MNC in Hyd..and if i want he can help me anytime i need... They were also given lots of advices. They brought toffees with them as some one has told them that it help in reducing air pressure that built on ear while takeoff and landing. Also cotton buds.. The way aunty was looking at air hostess was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually true how these cheaper airlines had change our life.. ealier people use to travel 27 hr in train with out any complain..now we complain for even 30 min delay.. we curse Air deccan.. for not providing food or some times service but still prefer travelling thru it.. It actually forced other airlines to reduce money.. I remember my time also when i started earning . We people were so excited to spent our salary on flight even when it was costing us fortune and becoz of no direct flight was almost taking same time as train....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to air deccan which started culture of cheap air tickets and flying is no longer a dream...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116721793075582424?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116721793075582424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116721793075582424' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116721793075582424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116721793075582424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/12/millions-are-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116642712383613245</id><published>2006-12-18T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:32:03.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Khandelwal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its strange that how much life changes after marriage... Since i knew DK much b4 marriage.. and was already taking care of most of the things.. i never thought i will also suddenly start feeling pressure of married life.. Its both positive and negative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the positive changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) We suddenly started getting lot of lunch and dinner invitations from our married friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Lots of family get together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Gals suddenly started feeling more safe with DK*( Just like in pyar ke side effects ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) I got new fridge..new microwave.. for making my life easier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) My all expenses are officially taken care by DK  (;0) poor he..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) I got lot of cosmetics and new sandles..which i wud have never bought otherwise..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) DK is officially using my phone..now he can anytime attend my phone..n i dont need to shut my mouth when his parents call.. ;O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Negative changes :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) All of sudden everyone is expecting us to grow up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Its common assumption that i sud be a good cook and should be doing all cooking myself ( which i occasionaly experiment :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) My relation ship with my parents slightly changed..:(( they call my hubby with more respect and expect me to do so.. Men!! he was my classmate only.. it look funny to call him aap.. lenge kahyenge..aayenge.. so whenever im talking with my parents.. there is lot difference while addressing the same person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) We have started caring for expenses and parents have stop.. That is very unlikely ..Always parents use to give lecture on saving money and now they only say "&lt;em&gt;Kama kiske liye rahe hai&lt;/em&gt; " ( why are we earning..). And we say y are u spending so much........!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Earlier i use to travel in bus and they didn't mind but all of sudden now they want me to travel in car only..!!!!!!  they want me to buy a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Worst of all everytime i go home.. My parents do give gift or money to me and my hubby.. which i seriously hate..  For 21 years they had spent ther hard earned money on us.. Now its time to stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Im not jealous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116642712383613245?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116642712383613245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116642712383613245' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116642712383613245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116642712383613245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/12/mr-o-negative-changes-1-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116411809685998802</id><published>2006-11-21T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:10:33.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Weekness :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently i recognise my week point.. i know after seeing the pic u will think wht is new in tht.. all gals have same weekness.. but mind it.. i never thought i was in that group.. Infact till few days ago i used to think tht i dont like shopping at all.. I remember how i shopped for my marriage.. thanks to my parents who brought most of the things for me.. I m a instant buyer.. u cant expect me to change numerous clothes just to choose one.. and if there is queue outside trial room.. then forget it.. no matters even if they are offering 50% discount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/qxg5414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Nope u guess wrong again.. this post is not about Hating shopping . :) Well its bout places where my will power really go week.. n i had to shop..&lt;br /&gt;1) Shilparamam - actually its one stop for all good handicrafts and decorating items.. Oh i can buy half of the things supplied there... I really luv to decorate my house.. thou i equally hate dusting and other stuff... but still it can't stop me from buying things..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Walden - its basically one stop for all stationary items.. I luv colors.. be it crayons.. or fabric paints.. sketch books.. color papers ... sketch books.. i every time end up spending my all sodexos in one short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) recently found.. but not tht much week.. a shop called cool fab.. which actually keep cool looking western wears.. i luv seeing things.. thou again i cant try 100s of cloth for buying one..&lt;br /&gt;Its a place where u easily get ur stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wht's ur week point ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116411809685998802?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116411809685998802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116411809685998802' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116411809685998802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116411809685998802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-weekness-recently-i-recognise-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116401361085045022</id><published>2006-11-20T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:06:50.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I luv Traffic Jams..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope you haven't read it wrong.. i really love traffic jams.. Thts the best thing to face in the morning.. :) reasons :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Jams make people to keep patience.. there is no  unnecessary honking, which people do to over take other.. here since there is no need of honking.. u slowly and steadily keep moving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) There is no trafffice nusance.. hence lesser of accidents..u keep on slowly moving ur vehicle here and there so no sharp left or right overtaking.. man i tell u hyd traffic is really rough.. its better to drive in Jams then without jam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) It sharpens ur brain!!!! Ya it really do.. its actually like playing video games live.. u need to keep in mind ur width and length..then u annalyze whether wud u be able to shrink ur vehicle in tht place..without denting others vehicle.. then if u can carefully take some sharp seps u might be able to cross few vehicle taking u more nearer to signal that is victory..:) hey n how many red and green lights u took b4 crossing that signal..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) You can have better look on shops and advertisement on the road.. thus next time someone ask u about a shop ..u can tell on which signal u saw the shop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Better planning of day.. u can actually plan out lots of things while standing in traffic doing nth except moving ur brain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) If u r not a newspaper reader.. then it can actually help u developing that habbit.. u will read each and every line of newspaper while standing in traffic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) Most common reason u can tell ur boss for reaching late to office..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) N also u get better chance of finding partner for dating.. just next time u see someone u can strt interacting..she/he can't do ath except listening to u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Infact im sure  in near future u will have ur project meetings or other imp meetings at signal only..Thus better utilization of traffic jams. you will soon find Jams restuarant and Jams cafe house.. and also Jams marriage beureau.. See it not so bad right..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116401361085045022?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116401361085045022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116401361085045022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116401361085045022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116401361085045022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-luv-traffic-jams.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116219147950709448</id><published>2006-10-30T13:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:02:08.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yahoooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey today i completed 4 weeks of my married life.. n also after 4 weeks we finally got post marriage fight session..:D... M i happy yeah im... ;) u know too much sweet is injurious for health.. n secondly ladai se hi to pyar badhta hai..( fight helps u in increasing ur love) . After 1 day of anger n 30 min of fight we finally say sorry to each other.. now for atleast next too weak there will only be love no fight... atleast for week we will try to make each other happy ... as we always do.. so result of yeasterday fight.. finally after 5 months not only my luggage was shifted from my old house to new house.. but also beautifully arranged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/sweet%20home.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now it feel likes my house is no longer bachelor's hostel but a complete house :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116219147950709448?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116219147950709448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116219147950709448' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116219147950709448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116219147950709448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/10/yahoooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-116133029672068707</id><published>2006-10-20T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:49:56.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/1600/Me%20and%20dheeraj-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M BACK..............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey i am back... Finally Mrs Khandelwal...:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything went nice.. my lehenga was heavier then me…;) god knows how I managed that nite.. ;) and I think it must be first wedding where bride n groom both had khichdhi for there wedding.. my poor groom…I was down with marriage fever for three days..:( became too week to have ath… thanks to dheeraj’s sis n jiju who in mid of wedding went home n brought khichdhi for me.. n wht should I say for my better half.. who also refused to have wedding food just for me….. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/Me%20and%20Dheeraj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N wht should I say there was no rona dhona at time of vidaai….hehehe.. dheeraj was so much worried about my fever.. that he took me quickly to the car.. not allowing anyone to shed tears.. :D ……….My all fever n problems ended on first day of my marriage.. his family was too good.. not even a single day I felt out of place…&lt;br /&gt;We had a gr88 time at his place.. tht made me cry at the time I left alwar..:) then wht should I say bout kerala.. Its a heaven.. God's own Country..... Green n green... Beautiful.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;will soon load some photo graphs.. till then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-116133029672068707?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/116133029672068707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=116133029672068707' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/116133029672068707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness on Fiancee's face - price less...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are certain things which money can't buy for everything else&lt;/span&gt; i have my debit card...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Champagne Bottle - 2500 Rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Champagne glasses - 450 Rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Friend's helping you in buy that gift for you - Priceless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are certain things which money can buy.. for everything else you need a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well a very special thanks to my wonderful colleague who at 11'o clock in nite was searching for a Nice Champagne for me :) Thankoo Aravind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115876050266623928?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115876050266623928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115876050266623928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115876050266623928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115876050266623928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-champagne-bottle-2500-rs-4-champagne.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115878326636812778</id><published>2006-09-21T03:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:14:26.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jame kya dundta hai ai mera dil ..tujhko kya chaiye jindagi.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115878326636812778?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115878326636812778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115878326636812778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115878326636812778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115878326636812778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/09/jame-kya-dundta-hai-ai-mera-dil.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115878297703810758</id><published>2006-09-21T02:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:09:37.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know wht is expectation and wht is over expectation.. is luv just about giving........ i thought luv is about making other person feel like prince or princess.. why m i wide awake at 1:20 in the nite.. y i took pain for so many days... wht i got.. was i responsible..  he says i dont understand his work.. but m i not working for three years.. haven't i seen loosers n gainers in this field.. i ve seen work alcholic people too.. i ve seen fundoo people too.. i ve seen people who just believe in show off..   dont i know ath of this industry.. im working..and i m proud that my office treat me as human being who is bounded by relation.. in my office too.. i have seen people with 5 rating.. but still i think they value there family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be too loyal to ur company.. u r married to a human not ur company... if u were married to ur company y dont she looks after u when u r in pain.. y dont she satisfies u when u r in need..&lt;br /&gt;For it everything is just appraisal...and final hike bounded by comapny policy.. when u sacrifice ur family life can it satisfy its policies.. whenever its question of mid term promotion, onsite, or yearly hike.. then at same time budget  and comapny policies come between.. but for u when its question of making u r partner happy.. do we think same thing.. then who is important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be im at this moment just sounding like sentimental fool.. may be at other moment i will be again practical person.. but i just know tht im feeling pain... im feeling ignored.. i m feeling hated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115878297703810758?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115878297703810758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115878297703810758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115878297703810758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115878297703810758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-wht-is-expectation-and-wht.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115771224402134343</id><published>2006-09-08T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:44:04.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nice Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... There is no book near by..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can...what do you touch first?&lt;br /&gt;My cubicle glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Suraj hua madham song..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WITHOUT LOOKING, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;       3:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;3:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;My colleague talking to another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside?&lt;br /&gt;In Lounch hour for a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Blue capris, pink top, blue ear rings.. red slippers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I am still smiling ..mm but laugh ya may be 2o min b4..i was teasing Murali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe Aravind trying gymnastic in office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;My dream was not good.. i think i was trying to bargain for some house i wanted to buy.. I am not good at bargain..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's on the walls of the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;Nice wording .."We are what we repeatedly do, Excellence is then not an act but a habit" - Aristotle. Also one- team , one-goal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Funny..But i think it should be taken at home rather than office.. n best if u take it on weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt; On DVD, No Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;big mercedez... Big house......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I m stubborn.. impulsive.. but fun loving gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Lines seprating differnt countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.. but at this moment - Ashmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Can think.. will search .. i like prarit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i wud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i tag this to all those who find it intersting..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115771224402134343?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115771224402134343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115771224402134343' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115771224402134343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115771224402134343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-tag-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115771029206315524</id><published>2006-09-08T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:11:32.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been long since i ve sribbled sth... my mind is not able to concentrate.. so much going in my life.. i am quite busy with my project... with my household stuff.. with my marriage preparation.. with my dreams.. with my aspirations..... Aaahh.. Need a breakk....... wanna go home.. well im flying on 23rd for my marriage.. In mean while can anyone suggest wht one cud give on on bday of ur wud be... Plzz do tell.. im very very confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115771029206315524?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115771029206315524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115771029206315524' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115771029206315524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115771029206315524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-long-since-i-ve-sribbled-sth.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115575124117674994</id><published>2006-08-16T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:10:27.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No sex please! I'm single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Sarah Ribak(rediff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just turned 30. Last week.&lt;br /&gt;Completing three decades seemed significant to me, so I threw a bash for my friends (and select family).&lt;br /&gt;Just as I cut the cake and was about to blow out 30 candles amidst cries of "Make a wish," a friend leaned over with a wide grin and whispered, "Wish for a hunk whom you can have an affair with."&lt;br /&gt;I did wish for something -- I am not going to disclose what it is -- but certainly not what was proposed. I cornered my friend later and asked her what made her come up with such a wild suggestion. Her response, "It's fun. No long-term commitment. No being tied down. You go your way, he goes his."&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounded flippant and light, I could not reconcile myself to sex being a mere transaction or activity, however enticing the pleasure. Being the die-hard romantic that I am, sex and a relationship go hand-in-glove (at least in my mind). One-night stands, flings and affairs are certainly not part of my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;But my friend refused to let me off. "Sex is just an act that all animals (even we, as social animals) perform. So what is the big deal?" she challenged.&lt;br /&gt;When I gaped at her, she immediately threw some facts for me to swallow and hopefully shut up. Check these out:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that bonobos and dolphins are the only animals, besides humans, who engage in sexual intercourse for sheer pleasure and not necessarily to procreate?&lt;br /&gt;I was too embarrassed at my lack of ignorance to ask her what bonobos were and later found out that they were a species of chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the human breasts of a woman begin to grow during puberty and stay all her life but in other primates, the breasts grow only when the female is pregnant and producing milk (lactating)?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the human male has the largest penis of any primate in comparison to his height?&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her what the point was, her exasperated reply: "We are geared for sex. We need to have sex."&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I could not contest the information thrown at me, I still vehemently disagreed with her. Being human does complicate matters. And I am not just referring to social customs and traditions.&lt;br /&gt;If it were as natural as eating and breathing and sleeping, why do we not do it as the dogs and cats and prefer privacy?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we copulate face-to-face, look into each other's eyes and have full body contact?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we continue to have sexual intercourse long after our child-bearing years?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we do not have a mating season like my dog who is desperate to mate when on heat but is pretty fine the rest of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we not run after any human being of the opposite sex and are picky and choosy, unlike my dog who is happy with any male from her species?&lt;br /&gt;Why is mutual consent so necessary?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what anyone says, I cannot reduce sex to just a biological act, when it is such a personal and intimate encounter. One that touches your soul, draws you closer to another human being, and can even leave you shattered and heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, who is a psychiatrist in Manchester, UK, and specialises in dealing with sexually abused and rape victims, tells me that physically, a rape victim heals rapidly, but the mental and emotional damage does not. The sense of shame, hurt, betrayal, depression, nightmares and even sexual dysfunction can continue for years. If sex was just another act, why such deep trauma?&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine (not the flamboyant one mentioned above) did once have a fling with a married man. He was honest enough to tell her upfront that he would never leave his wife or children. But she felt strongly attracted to him and decided to take her chances and 'snatch moments of happiness'. When he did have his fun and later tell her not to call him again, she was left picking the pieces. She told me that, despite knowing it would never last, she felt totally "used and wasted."&lt;br /&gt;My rationalisation has forced me to admit I can only have sex when I have a relationship with an individual. I need the trust, the commitment. And since marriage attempts to provide that, I would rather have sex with the confines of marriage, be it court or religious. I am not saying that my marriage will be successful or that I will live happily ever after, but I am for the commitment that marriage brings and the faithfulness it advocates.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, sex has a sure place in marriage, not outside it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a prude.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am naive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just plain stupid to be waiting for Mr Right or Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am all of the above (or none of them!).&lt;br /&gt;But I would rather be all these than go against my very convictions.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I will be the one paying the price for my mistakes, not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, dear reader. Do you agree with me or not? I would really like to know your views.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115575124117674994?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115575124117674994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115575124117674994' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115575124117674994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115575124117674994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-sex-please-im-single-by-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115519638148731782</id><published>2006-08-10T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:53:01.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/love%20is1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luv is giving some one power to destroy YOU completely..but still trusting he WONT........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115519638148731782?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115519638148731782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115519638148731782' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115519638148731782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115519638148731782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115468261938281285</id><published>2006-08-05T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:22:02.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/1600/Blushing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  A Big Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Big%20Smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Blushing&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Blushing.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                   Confident Smile&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Confident%20Smile.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Dangerous Smile&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Dangerous%20Smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                      Evil Smile&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Evil%20Smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                     First Tooth Smile&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/First%20tooth%20smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                     Gorgeous Smile&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Gorgeous%20Smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115468261938281285?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115468261938281285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115468261938281285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115468261938281285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115468261938281285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-please-big-smile-blushing.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115468396195325349</id><published>2006-08-04T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:32:41.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everlasting Smile..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Half%20Smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Innocent Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Innocent%20Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mona Lisa Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Mona%20Lisa%20Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morning smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Morning%20Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shy Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Shy%20smile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smile On Wishper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Smile%20on%20a%20wisper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winning smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/Winning%20Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115468396195325349?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115468396195325349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115468396195325349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115468396195325349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115468396195325349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/08/everlasting-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115467953922876206</id><published>2006-08-04T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:20:57.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its Raining!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saawan barse... Tarse Dil... kuon na Ghar se Nikale Phir.... BarKha Mein bHi DiL Pyasa hai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah Pyar Nahi To Kya HAi...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No Rain is not unusual in Hydearbad.. But that, it is well behaved here..:D what i mean is seldom rains at time of office .. so never faced problem.. but now its raining here from last tuesday.. Yesterday nite it rained heavily... it is still fully determined to wash and clean everthing in the city.. including its people... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As i was getting ready for office ..main question was how to commute to office.. he want me to take Auto.. he was worried that i will get fever if i got wet in rain.. but i had sth completely different in my mind... I luv driving two wheeler in rain.. Ah i luv feeling rain drops on my face... I luv seeing people in colorful raincoats... I luv seeing kids goining to school... In delhi it rains less.. and also is not that much cold.. so there we have less chances of fever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some how i was able to convince him.. or you can say i didn't gave him any choice.. after giving lots of excuses.. i finally came out of house in rain.. Ahh! I luved the experience and specially when there was less traffic..:) .. but i was not able to understand y people were in so much hurry..specially who were in car.. they were not getting wet.. they could have given two wheeler's some way... But any how this city's traffice is always in hurry.. Always non caring about other... But still i njoyed.. i reached office fully wet.. IPMS man gave me a look..and went to bring his pocha to clean the floor which was now full of water coming from my raincoat..:D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart is singing another song... barsat mein hum se mile tum sajan barsat mein.. or teri do takiya ki naukri mera lakhon ka saawan jaye..;) hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115467953922876206?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115467953922876206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115467953922876206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115467953922876206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115467953922876206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-raining-saawan-barse.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115402382862874831</id><published>2006-07-27T23:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:28:58.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akelapan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/images.0.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepa! Mujhe bataogi tum kuon ro rahi ho..kya ho gaya hai tumhe!! kuon ro rahi ho..Amit mujhe akela chod doge plzzz.. Nahi pehle bato kya hua...&lt;br /&gt;Deepa - Mat koshish karo amit tum nahi samaj paoge.. Aaj tak koshish bhi ki hai samjne ki jo aaj samajna chahte ho..&lt;br /&gt;Amit -Deepa plz... mera patience ka test mat lo..mujhe batoge..!!&lt;br /&gt;Deepa - Amit tumhe pata hai akelapan kya hota hai... apno ke hote hue bhi akela hona kaisa lagta hai&lt;br /&gt;Amit - Akelapan!!! ab yeah kahan se beech mein aaya..&lt;br /&gt;Deepa - tabhi to main keh rahi hun..mat samjne ki koshish karo! nahi samaj paoge..&lt;br /&gt;Amit ne deepa ki taraf dekha..aur hamesha ki tarah..usse uske vicharo mein chod ke kamere sebahar chala gaya.. chod gaya deepa ko phir se apni uljano mein akela...Deepa na chah kar bhi akeli reh gayi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepa aur amit ek hi college mein padte the..deepa dikhne mein behle hi sadharan thi..lekin umango se bahri thi..ek josh sa tha..ekdum bacchi si..jiske mann mein kisi ke liye koi mail nahi.. jab uska naam pehli baar amit ke sath juda to woh hairaan reh gayi.. usko to jaise chand hi mil gaya tha..Amit na kewal dekhne mein smart tha balki batchit mein bhi chatur tha.. Amit ke jeevan mein aate hi jaise deepa ko sab kuch mil gaya tha.. bahut khush thi.. college khatam hone ke baad amit mba karne chalagaya.. deepa job mein busy ho gayi.. itni lambi judai bhi deepa ko amit se dur nahi kar payi thi..mohabatt ne pukara to deepa sab kuch chod chad kar amit ke sath rehne blore aa gayi.. Amit ke pass rehne kiicha ne usse sab niyamo ko todne pe majboor kar diya..usne apne dost..apne janene walo ki parvah na karte hue bhi bina shadhi ke amit ke sath rehna suru kar diya.. Suru suru mein to sab sapno sa lag raha tha.. usne apni duniya sirf amit ke aas pass hi bana li..ab uske liye career..job kuch mayne nahi raktha tha..bus uska ghar.. sab acha chal raha tha..Usne amit ke har sukh dukh mein sath diya tha... uske sabse muskil samay mein uska sath diya..Ab amit ki job lag chuki thi..woh financially independent ho gaya tha.. office mein mehnat ke karan jaldi recognition bhi mil gayi.. aur dusri ladkiyo ka sath bhi.. apni job ki excitement mein woh deepa ko kab bhulta chala gaya usse bhi nahi pata.. woh deepa jiske nakhre kabhi usse adaye lagti thi ab un pe ghussa aane laga tha..deepa ka bachpana usse irritate karta tha..uski life ki priorities change ho rahi thi..deepa ka apni raye dena jo pehle healthy argument lagta tha..ab woh baat katna lagta tha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj deepa khud hi soch ke hairan thi ki usne apne aap ko kahan kho diya.. uske jitne bhi shok the ab amit ko paise ki barbadi lagte the..pehle woh thodi salary..bade phone bil ke baad bhi apne shok pure kar leti thi..aaj itni sal hone ke baad bhi taras kar reh jati hai..kuch kharidne se pehle sochna padta hai..ki aage kuch aur bade kharche hai jinke liye paisa bachana padega..life ki priorities change ho rahi hai jinhe samajne mein deepa asamarth hai aur amit..uske pass kahan hai uski baatein uske sapne share karne ka time...uske maa baap..to aaj sath hote hue bhi sath nahi hai..unhone samaj ki izzat aur beti ke sukh ke liye rista maan to liya tha..lekin kahin na kahin ek duri aa gayi thi.. ab unhe deepa ek independent..working woman lagti thi jo apne faisle le sakti thi..ab deepa un se bhi to nahi keh sakti thi.. kaise kehti ki amit kuch badlne se lag gaya hai.woh jo pehle uske peeche bhavron ki tarah tha.. aaj kal uska thoda sa dhyan pane ke liye deepa kya kya nahi karti..ek ghutan si hone lagi thi usse..uske soch ne gabrahat ka roop le liya tha.. ghabrayi hui deepa aur kya karti..kuch neend ki goliya li aur so gayii..apne ko ek naye jang ke liye taiyar karti hu..apne ko dhundti hui.. sapno mein apne ateet ko dekti hui..so gayi.. aur apne behtar kal ki umeed karti hui..apne bache hue self respect ko ikhat karti hui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115402382862874831?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115402382862874831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115402382862874831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115402382862874831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115402382862874831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/akelapan-deepa-mujhe-bataogi-tum-kuon.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115288230538360074</id><published>2006-07-14T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:08:47.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took this sub-headings from ekta's blog..Y ? becoz i wanted to think about myself&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ..    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My priorities in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want strength...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To full fill my ambitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish..    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ive patience and courage to achieve my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss ..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last days of my college life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hear ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some melodiuos song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How much priorities changes as ur life moves from one phase to other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ..         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;little stubborn..little submissive.. little caring..little creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dance ..&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when im happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; according to my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i feel too heavy to carry emotions in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make with my hands...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; my sketches.. my painting.. my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I write ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wht i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I confuse ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my "wud be" with my ambiguous demands and ever changing personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some time for myself.. and some time with my hubby for planning my things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; be able to control my anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I start ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dreaming about my new life..new dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I finish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115288230538360074?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115288230538360074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115288230538360074' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115288230538360074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115288230538360074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115286951731078574</id><published>2006-07-14T16:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:31:57.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some more snaps..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/team%20outing%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/team%20outing%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/team%20outing%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115286951731078574?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115286951731078574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115286951731078574' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115286951731078574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115286951731078574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-more-snaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115286750422183941</id><published>2006-07-14T15:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:58:24.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspired By Endevourme...:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some photos which i took at my team outing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/team%20outing%20065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/team%20outing%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/200/team%20outing%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/team%20outing%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115286750422183941?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115286750422183941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115286750422183941' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115286750422183941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115286750422183941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/inspired-by-endevourme.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115269926395681437</id><published>2006-07-12T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:14:23.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Sketches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to publish my sketches. Thanks to digi cam.. earlier i had to wait for getting each scanned..but now just a click away..  thou it is not much clarity..but still im okie.. U can also visit it either using below given address or just clicking MY sketches likn on right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlypritikasketches.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onlypritikasketches.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comments are welcomed.. they will help me in improving..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115269926395681437?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115269926395681437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115269926395681437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115269926395681437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115269926395681437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sketches-i-was-finally-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115202148817231974</id><published>2006-07-06T20:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:27:29.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dilemma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunaina- Gal with a beautiful eyes.. glowing face but dark complexion.. Tarun - Boy with dimple smile..mischievious eyes - Fair kashmiri pandit.. This is a story about two people studying in same institution.. There classmates always linked there names not becoz they liked each other or for any other chemistry but simply becoz they had opposite complexions (sigh…). On other side Sunaina and Tarun had never talked to each other.. not until last day of their collage .. and tht too becoz they came to station to see off there best friends... For three years people have taken there name together thou for teasing only... but continuous call of same name had a gravity and this lead in zeal of knowing each other’s feelings for Sunaina and Tarun... they decided to write wht they actually felt about each other in these three years.. For them, it was first and last time they talked.... But as usual in very filmy way.. they had sth else in there fate.. there search for job landed them in same place.. there necessecity and struggle bring them back in contact.. so the two people who never talked in 3 years became best buddy in 3 months.. they started talking to each other for hours ..sharing there thoughts…they had lot of similarities…a common career goal.. both preparing for GRE.. passion for music and careful nature for each other…they started sharing everything.. starting from there professional life to personal problem.. But can a guy n gal be only friends (specially when neither of them is engaged) ..Sunaina started falling for Tarun.. Tarun also developed a soft corner for Sunaina... is this LUV???.. Love to me is frndship.. i will always like tht my luver should be my best friend also.. does that mean that Sunaina and Tarun are made for each other (which honestly they started feeling in their heart)…&lt;br /&gt;BUT…….&lt;br /&gt;It is real life not a three hour movie.. they had various odds in there relationship..&lt;br /&gt;Tarun a pure veggie kashmiri pandit Sunaina a bengali non-vegie gal..No food not problem at all... as Sunaina had left non veg.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarun was a social person.. for him society came first then his own feeling.. and&lt;br /&gt;He can not become laughter symbol for fair n dark pair.. not all are tht bold to outcast the society…i dnt know why people are so bothered if a gal is dark…why not people question if a boy is dark and gal is fair..why it is so difficult to accept???&lt;br /&gt;Secondly.. Tarun’s parents wil not allow out of caste marriage.. in today's world does caste system matters..??&lt;br /&gt;Third.. Tarun’s EGO… Sunaina got into GRE.. but he could not….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does that mean Tarun and Sunaina will part or marry…a billion dollar decision for them and after a long discussion which happened for months they decided…?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned this is a real life… wht happened was sad… Tarun n Sunaina decided to Part…. Leaving tht gal brokern..even when it was not her fault…. Tarun also disturbed.. but life goes on.. This is the dilemma of life.. U can not always follow your heart……:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115202148817231974?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115202148817231974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115202148817231974' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115202148817231974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115202148817231974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/dilemma-sunaina-gal-with-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115210219094142315</id><published>2006-07-05T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:51:20.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dilemma-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sandeep..again gave a turn to a story.. i cud not stop myself from writting further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandeep's part of story&lt;br /&gt;Sunaina left India in order to pursue MS in USA. Since she had a good academic record and high GRE score, she managed to get admission in Carnegie Mellon Universities. Joy of getting admission in a great university and dedication towards her studies soon made her to forget her unforgettable past. After six months came another guy in her life. His name was Williams, and he belonged to Afro-American community. Soon they fall in love and got married after Sunaina graduated from CMU. And then they lived hapily afterwords............ until 6 years later, Sunaina again meets Tarun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarun, after the break-up, found solace in studies, he studied hard. After one year he managed to clear CAT and got admission in IIM-A. Even there since he had no other desire left, gave everything to studies, worked hard, and finally got recruited in the best financial company in USA. They offered him astonishing package of 3 thousand dollars per year. Tarun became rich over-night, still he never was really happy. His happiness always was with Sunaina. Years after years passed... He did extremely well at job, but still was never really happy. Somehow he began to forget Sunaina and seemed to be returnig back to normal life until .. that day .... when he again met Sunaina..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further -&lt;br /&gt;Tarun was in supermarket.. when he saw a familiar face..She was Sunaina!!...&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than 9 years…since they spoke.. In these 9 years, his parents were continuously forcing him to get married.. but he use to see Sunaina’s face in every face.. but just last month he finally drop his arms..n get ready to marry a gal whom his parents had chosen.. he had not even seen the gal.. there was no need for it..his eyes had made him take wrong decision once..n he didn’t want to repeat it.. But there she was.. Sunaina… His first luv..&lt;br /&gt;He quickly started walking toward her when suddenly he saw her husband n kid rounding her.. He stopped with surprise.. turn back n tried to move out fast… when he heard the same voice which was still echoing in his ear.. He turned back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunaina was shocked to see Tarun..he was looking much older then his age.. at same time Tarun could see Sunaina was really happy with William.. And it gave rise to feeling of jealousy.. he was feeling uncomfortable to see her happy without him.. In his case it was just caste n color..but here it was totally different country..culture and creed.. But still they were happy…. So his belief tht ‘his decision was to abandon sunaina was correct’.. belief, which helped him to survive for 9 years Broke!!!.. He was feeling very small.. he wanna run away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunaina cud understand his dilemma.. She wanted to help him.. But was there anyway she cud help him out..?... She know he was egoist..she dont want to break his remaining ego.. She saw him going back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last time she saw him..few days after she tried to inquire bout him.. only thing she came to know was He had left the job..and changed the place..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115210219094142315?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115210219094142315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115210219094142315' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115210219094142315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115210219094142315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/07/dilemma-2-as-sandeep.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115080525459275481</id><published>2006-06-20T19:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:07:34.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For u only..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it from someone's blog..sorry i dont remember whose.. but loved it...thought of dedicating it too my special one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wake by your side,&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you I can not hide,&lt;br /&gt;I touch your face in the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;Being with you just feels so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm a queen,&lt;br /&gt;Like being inside an awesome dream,&lt;br /&gt;Although this is real, that I know,&lt;br /&gt;As the love that surrounds us continues to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of what the future holds...&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, children, us growing old,&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay, with you dear,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad you're mine, you're here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115080525459275481?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115080525459275481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115080525459275481' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115080525459275481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115080525459275481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-u-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115035045294185900</id><published>2006-06-15T12:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:49:48.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Time pass..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just humming a song.. then this series came in my mind...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane kya dhundta hai ae mera dil..tujko kya chahiye jindagi......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lucky ali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gadi bhi mangta hai..bangla bhi mangta hai..jo kuch hai duniya mein sab kuch hume mangta hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..(chutki baja ke title song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chahat nahi hai mehnat ki.. kamana chahe dolat bhi... har kisi ka hai yeah khawab..mil jaye ek aisa chirag..kisi ko kuch mil jaye..kisi ka kuch kho jaye..chamatkar use kehte hai&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(chamatkar title song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sona nahi na sahi..chandi nahi na sahi..phikar kya hai main hun na tere liye.. tere mere liye&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( 1 2 ka 4 movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magar jag mein meri jaan..koi dil ki tamana..mohabatt ke siwa bhi hai mere liye.. tere mere liye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;.(1 2 ka 4 movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone give me reply of this last line of the song ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115035045294185900?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115035045294185900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115035045294185900' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115035045294185900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115035045294185900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-time-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-115010871478137664</id><published>2006-06-12T16:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:24:19.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Outing - Alankrita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When i was first told about team outing program, my reaxn was Ohh No!! reason being i had tremendous work at home..and wanted it to finish..and secondly idea of getting up at 6:00 am on sat..itself makes any idea bad..:D..but now i feel thank god i didnt missed the outing.. it was too good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got up at 6:00am in morning.. my roomie looked from small corner of her eye n again went to sleep..i slowly got from my bed and got ready for outing..i very carefully kept my camera and walkmen in beg... and went to office..to my surprise all team mates came at proper time.. this is very unlike of normal behaviour.. but with big boss around they had to be punctual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We started at 8:00 am towards alankrita resort..reached there at 9:00 am.... greenery n natural beauty of resort impressed us in very first look.. and good climate..cloudy sky was addition to it.. we had our breakfast.. idly tht too with ghee n some black powder wht they call sth ko.. was very tasty.. ate a lot..so it was nice start of day..with ur stomach happy every thing else start looking less paining..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After break fast we started our schedule..first thing was cricket.. with all guys team and me being only player got a special chance to play..but im too bad at sports..but still njoyed the game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After cricket it was time for Tambola... hey my Luck helped.. I won..1st line and !st house..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was only 12'0 clock..still there was time for lunch.. So we decided to go for swimming.. I had never swam b4..n i was only one who didn't knew swimming.. but with 4'10'' water.. i cud try my hand on swimming.. Hey i really liked the experience.. each time i tried to swim.. i came out coughing..hehehe.. But i actually njoyed it too much tht was not ready to come out of pool..finally came out at 2:00pm and had our yummy lunch..after lunch we were too lazy for other things..:-(.. so decided to play DUMB- C.. i got a movie Alam aara.. i didnt knew how to act for it but some how converted alam into Alarm..n my team was able to guess the name..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with Dumb -c over and still much time left with us..we decided to explore the resort.. we reached to one ground where we decided to play KHO-KHO.. we all were playing the same after long time.. just 30 min games left each of us breathless.. but we so much njoyed the exp tht we decided to play similar games so it was followed by Tug-of-War.. Skipping (tht two with tag of war rope..:O).. attaching the photos.. We became too tired for other things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had started raining so we had to get in hall where we had finall dance party and finally we started for home happy and satisfied.. this was the best team outing i had.. after reaching home i was too tired for ath else so just slept at 9:30pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-115010871478137664?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/115010871478137664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=115010871478137664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115010871478137664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/115010871478137664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/06/team-outing-alankrita-when-i-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114984269339734744</id><published>2006-06-09T15:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:47:54.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la confusion..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 434px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="393" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/image001.png" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114984269339734744?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114984269339734744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114984269339734744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114984269339734744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114984269339734744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114975593202420356</id><published>2006-06-08T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:46:28.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Moments of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going thru a mail 'Best moments of life..' Here are the some moments which i feel were best in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To fall in love....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful feeling..infact feeling of being in luv is more lovely than luv it self. :-). U actually felt cared n important part of some one life.. its like 'someone for world..but world for some one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When one just join s/w field first thing which makes u happy is easy access to mails..I remember when i came from TCS trivendrum.. my mail box always used to make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;now as time has passed lesser of mails..sometimes some old fwds..thats it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To listen to your favorite song in the radio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of radio mirchi in delhi..It was wonderful to listen al ur favorite songs upto late nite.. missing tht in hyd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden calls definetly make me happy..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ke paisa bolta hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Calls at midnight that last for hours.:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too when u have to control ur phone bills..:D.. oh those were the best dayz of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true even in normal ciondition when i get up at 8:00 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ae ajnabi tu bhi kabhi awaz de kahin se..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To feel butterflies! in the stomach every time that you see that person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the same even after years..;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Our chemistry never changes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done with stupid friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be the best get together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are lots other moments too..can go on counting...Trying to cherish them all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114975593202420356?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114975593202420356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114975593202420356' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114975593202420356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114975593202420356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-moments-of-life-i-was-just-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114914546771366409</id><published>2006-06-01T13:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:06:12.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onsite Bug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/donkey%20and%20carrot.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onsite .. This is the first bug which every employee gets as he enters s/w profession... His/her all energy get focus to one pt only..How to go onsite... He works for it.. He dreams for it... He lives for it.. Onsite opportunity become a carrot in hand of ur employer.. Which he use very effectively for getting work done from U... Every time u think of resign or other opportunity.. Employer shows u the carrot... Ath critical comes in project , carrot is used... This carrot is essential to keep u running in monotonous s/w race... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we ask y one wanna go onsite... Then we can hear all the kind of explanation.. I wanna buy car..I need onsite..Hey im investing in house I need money..Hey I want America return tag with me to find a life partner.. Just for fun..I wanna see new places..But fact is every one wanna go.. im not a exception...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three times in my three years I came very near to chance of my onsite opportunity..But miss it..Every time I tell my frnds and relatives tht I will be going soon..But sth happens.. I ve never tried myself for onsite..But I accept the fact tht this word onsite do brings a gr88 excitement in my life..Disturbing every thing else.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when I left my previous organization.. I cud have got onsite.. But I thought other things are more important to me.. I reach hyd.. I was leaving very calm life when again this Tornado named onsite came to disturb my peaceful life.. I was getting ready for my marriage.. tht suddenly it came n delayed everything.... I m not sure whether I m going or not.. But fact is this tornado again brought a excitement in my life..Followed by restlessness.. n followed by frustation... It disturbed my peace of mind..now again when im seeing my frnds going onsite..I feel jealous... I again need to carry all my will power to again forget every thing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This carrot has to be used very carefully by managers.. becoz not in all case in brings motivation..for me it bring frustation..:-((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114914546771366409?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114914546771366409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114914546771366409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114914546771366409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114914546771366409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/onsite-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114905564642823499</id><published>2006-05-31T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:31:48.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office Politics.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/office%20politics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No im not having much expeirience but when i saw my roommate crying because of his some stupid colleague...it reminded me of my first project... The project with each i started my career.. which at that time had stolen all the fun from my life.. which made me miss my collage life like ath...but after 1 year of creeping..if i look back i feel that that project had actually helped me in getting much mature to office environment....n prepared me for all kind of people...few things i learned are ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard working but weak are always over used..thou u got lot of praise from ur seniors but deep inside u never get feeling of satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear of appraisal..always be strong....if u r having guts and u know people need u...no one can harm u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always maintain PR - Public relations..there is no problem in putting in slight extra effort for it ..its worth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be sure of urself... There is no use of taking tensions becoz of ur collegues or bose... if u r important they will definetly take care of u... if u r not important then anyways they are gonna screw ur appraisal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember - never have the feeling tht... without u, ur company wont be able to survive..At least in big organisations.. no one cares for u..and there is always gud oppurtunities outside...So dnt get senti&lt;strong&gt;mental.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r married to ur family not to ur company....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for gals specially.. never try to be super women.. trying to be gud at home as well as work... Understand ur limit.... other wise soon u will get tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i ve not learn ath new..but still.. i think i can handle some situations in better way.. i dont have any much expectations from my employer... i m not saying tht everyone is bad..I am very happy in my current organisation..with my current team... n being strong doesn't mean being rude... maintain PRs but one thing which is most important is u sud be satisfied at end of day.. Ur office environment should not harm ur home environment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114905564642823499?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114905564642823499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114905564642823499' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114905564642823499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114905564642823499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/office-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114905413236375183</id><published>2006-05-31T12:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:35:22.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUV IS.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/400/love%20is.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luv Is falling in LUV with same person again and again......:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114905413236375183?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114905413236375183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114905413236375183' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114905413236375183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114905413236375183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/luv-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114864510196928600</id><published>2006-05-26T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:07:59.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life goes on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; am getting senti.. reason..tomorrow is a weekend..n none of my friend is around me..i was so happy when i came to hyderabad..apart from my luv we had so many caring and luving friends around... These 8th month flew like ath..As financial ended it brought with it time for appraisal , promotions, transfers, job change..... I am happy for all my friends who get promoted.. transfered for good or changed job with almost 42 % hike..but this is also true tht i m missing them like ath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on..it has to be like this..no one stops for anyone.. no one should..even i wont.. Now its again time to form a new group... news frnds.. but this time this is slightly different.. with my old frnds, gone fun of my worry free bindas bachelor life..now my new circle is having mostly married people with there own ambition..own tensions.. own life..will it again contain same warmth which was there earlier?? m not sure.. now our talk is getting shifted from gals, movies, hotels to home, car, money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114864510196928600?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114864510196928600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114864510196928600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114864510196928600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114864510196928600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114681959536937027</id><published>2006-05-05T15:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:59:55.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All it takes to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winter evening. Four friends. One barsaat. Four glasses of chai.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred bucks of gas. A rusty old bike. And an open road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi noodles. A hostel room. 4.25 a.m.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 old friends. 3 separate cities. 3 coffee mugs. 1 internet messenger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on a hot tin roof. Pakoras deep-frying. Neighbours dropping in. A party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and mom. A summer night. A bottle of coconut oil. A head massage. Gossiping about absent family members.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend hundreds on birthdays, thousands on festivals, lakhs on weddings, but to celebrate all you have to spend is your Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114681959536937027?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114681959536937027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114681959536937027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114681959536937027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114681959536937027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-it-takes-to-be-happy-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114674622147131176</id><published>2006-05-04T19:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:40:55.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Irony .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally S geeting married with B..Just few min back i got this news...I knew tht long back thts gonna happen..but tht gal never agreed to it..everytime same thing..we are just frnds..we cant marry..he is from diff caste or my parents wont agree to it..or please dont tell this kind of stuff to me..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know y people are afraid to accept the fact that they are in luv with some person..y still they believe tht they are doing sth wrong by selecting there own life partner... or they are guilty of deprieving there parents from right of selecting some one for them..&lt;br /&gt;Just coz of this feeling i ve seen many people supressing there feelings..or comprising in life..&lt;br /&gt;U cannot live even one day without calling tht person but u can think of spending whole life without him..just few min back i was reading this article..nice points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SHE :&lt;br /&gt;She needs him when she is new to the city.&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her&lt;br /&gt;She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her&lt;br /&gt;She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview&lt;br /&gt;She expects him to collect all the consultants' mail ids&lt;br /&gt;She needs him while preparing for the interviews&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness!&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her!&lt;br /&gt;She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can forward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!)&lt;br /&gt;She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1 st written test in her life&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to take her to Shopping mall or grocery store..&lt;br /&gt;She needs his company while visiting all the temples though he is not a believer of God.&lt;br /&gt;She asks his opinions on importance of marriage&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal&lt;br /&gt;She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged&lt;br /&gt;She expects him to attend her marriage (Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE :&lt;br /&gt;He loves her.&lt;br /&gt;He cares for her.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life.&lt;br /&gt;He treats her as his life.&lt;br /&gt;She changed him.&lt;br /&gt;It is only because of her, he is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences.&lt;br /&gt;She is the first person in his life to influence him so much.&lt;br /&gt;He was the " bhatka hua musafir" and she came as his "manzil".&lt;br /&gt;He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her.&lt;br /&gt;He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!).&lt;br /&gt;Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her.&lt;br /&gt;Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to get a job for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called "love", ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life. Girls want a perfect life partner but they don't want to hurt their parents' feelings, guys know that they can't get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).Great! Or shall I say crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I think no need to be so serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She gets engaged, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;A heart which was used to "Good morning" SMSs learns to be happy with just the "Happy weekend" SMSs, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;No more "Unread messages" in the yahoo mail, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;No one to share coffee at "Barista" at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;No more consultants' calls to be diverted and life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;He starts smoking again, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;He is in his late twenties, happily married to a beautiful, understanding, mature, caring, broad minded wife! Anyway life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114674622147131176?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114674622147131176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114674622147131176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114674622147131176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114674622147131176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/05/irony.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114604652888134791</id><published>2006-04-26T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:43:34.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do deewane is sehar mein..raat mein aur dophar mein aabudana dunte hai ek aashiyan dundte hai&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are getting married...first gyan we recieved from our elders n frnds is "Go for ur own house.."...Buy one house on EMI and mess up ur life.. Impressed by the points given to us..me n DK have finally decided to look for our own AAshiyana!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whole procedure made me think of amol palekar film...GHARONDA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inquired our frnds how to start for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suggestion given...&lt;/span&gt;goto &lt;a href="http://www.99acres.com"&gt;www.99acres.com&lt;/a&gt;, give ur requirement...decide ur budget..get dealers number and start looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole thing looking so simple..oh just this much ..so me n DK fully charged!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some dealers..first shock..nth in our budget..but still managed to get an appointment...sat 9:00 am...Wow!! this weekend we actually gonna look for our house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...got upt at 11:00 am..missed our appointment..called dealer got another appointment.. sat 2:00pm.. no prob..got ready...called dealer...mam need to postpone it to 5:00 pm..grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;called at 5:00pm...mam i m at madhvpur..coming in 10 min..after 10 min..mam im still in Mp..give me another 10 min...5 calls...but no used..became frustoo..decided to goto builder ourself..Traffic jam!!!!!!!..man will go on sun morning...&lt;br /&gt;so wht should i say..&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sir mundate hi ole pade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sun morning woked up at 11:00 am...too much heat..n too much traffic..Plan postponed to next weekend........lets see if we are able to make sth this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told us&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...yeah to suruvat hai...aage aage dekhiye hota hai kya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upto now one thing is atleast clear..its not gonna be easy...now its just not one step..its series of steps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1) fix budget&lt;br /&gt;2) fix area..&lt;br /&gt;3) go to site..&lt;br /&gt;4) try negotiating..&lt;br /&gt;5)go for house loan..&lt;br /&gt;6) pay EMI&lt;br /&gt;7) screw ur monthly budget..:-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114604652888134791?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114604652888134791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114604652888134791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114604652888134791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114604652888134791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-deewane-is-sehar-mein.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114553013919487883</id><published>2006-04-20T17:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:43:22.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trip to Kurukshetra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i went to my home town kurukshetra..exactly one week b4 my engagement...&lt;br /&gt;Just one week n i had to do lots of things...my mom was ready with the shopping list..i had to shop for all the stuff which i m sure tht i m no way going to use..it was like hey yeah work latest hai..are yaar yeah rang suit nahi kar raha..bhaiya silk ki saree dikhaiye..madam woh to out date ho gayi..:D..........God knows or my mom knows..wht is in fashion wht is not..for me ath suiting me will do...&lt;br /&gt;Is ke baad relatives ka aana jana..i was luving there curiosity bout my choice..same ques again n again beta hum D ko pehchanenge kaise..tumne to hume milvaya hi nahi..acha tum log hyd se ek sath aaye ho n jaoge bhi ek sath..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just two accidents..viral fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my d day arrived..15th april.. my engaement day..:)....it was gr88...i went to beautician in the morning..n gave her strict instruction no over make up plz..which she followed very religiously n did really gud work..DK's family was meeting me for the first time...but i actually surprised them when i addressed them by there names ( Thanks to all the photographs which DK had..;-))...so i was able to give gud impression at very first time..&lt;br /&gt;Every one knew..tht i n DK know each other for long..so no one had any objection in masti we were doing....My cousions were really thinking tht how come they cudn't catch me at college time only (they were in same university..)..everything went superb...&lt;br /&gt;At end of day all were happy n fully tired... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/2551/320/On%20stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day i had to catch my flight to Hyd..came back to hyd with me having sprain n DK having viral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem..tht how many troubles came or how much exhaustion we had..it will always be my most memorable event....How much against i was for these ceremonies..n how much i njoyed ...Now im all prepared for my marriage..now i know the importance of ceremonies performed at time of marriages...there objectives is just tht we can njoy..make a important event memorable..now waiting for my marriage date..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114553013919487883?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114553013919487883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114553013919487883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114553013919487883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114553013919487883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-to-kurukshetra.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114440507976238523</id><published>2006-04-07T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:17:59.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiska mujhe tha intezar..jiske liye dil tha bekarar..woh gadi aa gayi aa gayi...;-D...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My engagement!!!!!...finally the time has come....M going home tomorrow.....Hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have done lots of shopping..tried matching everything from lipstick to footwear....from juti to kurta(for my bride groom).....my bank balance crashed like share market..:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken care of almost every thing..even the pimples on my face..n now when D day is coming near..i can feel butterflies in my stomach...i dont wanna get ready or come out of my house...&lt;br /&gt;Hey mine is Luv marrige..im lot luck then many of us who dont even know there bride groom..but im still very nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always felt tht since i know so much bout my man..my marige wont have much impact on my life..but now i wanna really preserve my spinster life..its looking as if im taking too big step..n is almost uncertain bout it..but nyway..i think this day comes in every person life..so i sud relax..&lt;br /&gt;n try to follow elder's wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114440507976238523?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114311101618082032</id><published>2006-03-23T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:52:15.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally i m having my own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht should i say.everytime when i used to read my frnds blog, always used to try to create one for me..my own space..vent for my own feeling..but after trying number of user ids, i finally gave up..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to u Angad, i am finally having my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114311101618082032?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114311101618082032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114311101618082032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114311101618082032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24590459/posts/default/114311101618082032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-i-m-having-my-own-blog-wht.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14755429329335364926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24590459.post-114311005832417906</id><published>2006-03-23T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:34:18.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your First Blog !</title><content type='html'>March 23, 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to delight you Pritika and show you your first blog !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24590459-114311005832417906?l=onlypritika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlypritika.blogspot.com/feeds/114311005832417906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24590459&amp;postID=114311005832417906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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