<?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-4102065817451176644</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:51:50.971+05:30</updated><category term='random'/><category term='lists'/><title type='text'>ミMy Life In COFFEE Spoons彡</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, &lt;br&gt; 
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,  &lt;br&gt;
Would it have been worth while,&lt;br&gt;
To have bitten off the matter with a smile?&lt;br&gt;
If one, settling a pillow by her head should say:&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;“That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” 
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-394834617003969401</id><published>2009-10-21T21:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:12:01.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He was my life... I loved him dearly… I have no idea when I started liking him… I knew him since my childhood… frankly speaking; I did not like him AT ALL when I was a kid… But then as time passed by, technological development took place, the era of internet began, and we started chatting online… (haha m not at all a TECHNO SAVY! :P) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my attitude towards him changed completely! I realized that I was wrong! The feeling of magic bloomed in my heart… I had started thinking that he is mine... I used to sit in front of my PC for hours waiting for him to come online or waiting for his “one composed mail”… And as soon as i used to see his "hi" on my messenger window, i could feel butterflies in my stomach... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I used to (and i still do :P) love the way he smiles and laughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way he does his hair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;his dimples, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the way he plays “HIS" Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the way he says “dinky”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the respect that he has for elders, the way he behaves with kids and everything that he does, made me go flat! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i loved each and every thing about him! I loved his presence! I couldn’t speak sense whenever he was around... heehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved him dearly, he was my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There was a phase when I couldn’t think my life without him… But now everything is changed! I have realized that he can never be mine! It hurts! Especially when I think how my life would have been, if he would feel the way I did for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I gotta move on! I have been successful in doing that up to a certain extent! It’s just that sometimes I miss him… SOMETIMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-394834617003969401?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/394834617003969401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/394834617003969401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/394834617003969401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/he.html' title='HE!'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-6154331510957022434</id><published>2009-10-11T14:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:25:27.734+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;This is how it works... You copy this message and fill it in appropriately and send it to all your friends including me... It's pretty long. Take your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Coffee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;2. Last phone call: Reenu &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Ameya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Woh Chali.. On Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: on: Don’t remember..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Dated someone twice: I haven’t dated anyone! Not even once... hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on: Naah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special: Yeah.. My Great Grand mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Blue Black Purple&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends: loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love: yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried: no :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you: Yeah many people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were: yes, all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friends list: yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ALL of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have: Never thought about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets: no but I wud love to have a Chinese Pug&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name: NO! I LOVE my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday: Met “chaddi buddies” afta a long time ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;10 AM oye it Sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night: chatting wid frenz,..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for: working out in gym&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I expressed more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Most visited web page: facebook &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. What's your name: Pruthvi Shah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames: i have lotta nick names.. Dinku, Dinky, Donie, Dinnu, Puthva, Pruths.. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status: Single&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign: Leo.. BEAWARE! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Long or short: Medium.. But i like long hair..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Height: 4’ 11’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a crush on someone? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in love? Yes...madly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Piercings: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tattoos? Naah.. i hate it!&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty or lefty: lefty &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First surgery: got stitches when i was a kid.. didi had hit my wid a knife when i we had a fight..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First piercing: will have to ask mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First best friends: Shweta and Sanjana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First sport you loved: Swimming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First pet: dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First vacation: Simla i guess.. was tooo small to remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. First crush: won't mention here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating: yeah MALAAI :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm about to: drink water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Waiting for: No one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Want kids? i already wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Want to get married?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes time hain abhie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Careers in mind? I wanna be Fashion Designer or Dietician or may be a career in Ad-Making or something CREATIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hugs or kisses: Hugs followed by kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shorter or taller: Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Older or Younger: Older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Romantic or spontaneous: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sensitive or loud: sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Kissed a stranger: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost glasses/contacts: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sex on first date: Sex on whichever date, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Broken someone's heart: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Had your own heart broken: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Been arrested: naah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Turned someone down: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cried when someone died: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Liked a friend that is a Boy? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Yourself: not as much as i should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Miracles: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love at first sight: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Heaven: Heaven is made up of a lot of things that exist on earth. Ice Cream Palour, Gym, Chocolate room..etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Santa Claus: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kiss on the first date? Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God: Yes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Angels: absolutely...I have a beautiful few by my side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-6154331510957022434?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/6154331510957022434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-how-it-works.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/6154331510957022434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/6154331510957022434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-how-it-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-8289986318030397444</id><published>2009-10-06T22:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:52:18.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Picnic parr toh aa rahi hain naah?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they asked excitedly&lt;br /&gt;“nai yaah vahan aake kya karungi” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was her reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its being more than a year since she has passed out  the school.. People say that stepping into college changes life completely… She had been listening to this phrase for a long time but she didn't understand its meaning until she, herself passed out from school and stepped into college… yes! People are right! Absolutely! Life has changed completly!&lt;br /&gt;Though she is a &lt;em&gt;regularly irregular&lt;/em&gt; student when it comes to attending lectures, she misses the days when bunking school was a &lt;em&gt;BIG NO-NO&lt;/em&gt; for her as she wanted to enjoy every moment with her classmates… She misses the firing that she used to get from each and every teacher everyday, the mass bunks that the class used to plan after lunch break, the way Bakshi Ma’am used to get upset every time T&lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;Xll D decided protest… (lol Xll D actually protested many-a-times! )&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of her class was that each and every person in her class belived one saying only, viz “united we stand, &lt;em&gt;united &lt;/em&gt;we fall...”&lt;br /&gt;She misses school dinning hall and Tiwari Ma’am when she goes to college canteen... she misses the water cooler (where students from all the classes used to assemble after each period), the basket ball court (which was the best place to be at) and even the washroom (where all the girls met and gossiped).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She misses Purvi Ma'am and her &lt;em&gt;"Nakhras",&lt;/em&gt; Shikha Ma'am and her sweet smile, Darshika ma'am adorable look when shez angry, , Madhu Ma'am and her punishments, and Maheen Ma'am and her free periods... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She misses the trips, the tours and d picnics… Yeah! She was the first one to register her name whenever school organised any picnic or tour… She would make it COMPULSORY for all her friends to join her for the tour…&lt;br /&gt;Things change so fast… time waits for no one…It changes everyone so much! The girl who started her packing and all a week before any trip now thinks "picnic pe aake kya karungi.."&lt;br /&gt;But then, whatever changes has changes for better… She has made a lot of new friends who are very sweet, caring, fun-loving... She is happy with them... She has learnt a lot from them… especially &lt;em&gt;GARBA&lt;/em&gt;... (:P) Yeah! She can actually do Garba now! All thanks to her new as well as her school friends… (She can’t forget the way her school friends used to drag her to the washroom or an empty classroom to teach her the steps… hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, now she too is excited in going with her new friends… Abhie she is doesn’t feel ki &lt;em&gt;“picnic jaake kya karneka!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ameya, Heenal, Rajvee, Ujas and Aditi! Luv yaa all... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-8289986318030397444?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/8289986318030397444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/picnic-parr-toh-aa-rahi-hain-naah-they.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/8289986318030397444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/8289986318030397444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/10/picnic-parr-toh-aa-rahi-hain-naah-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-1693203331506408202</id><published>2009-09-21T20:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:52:05.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"DEAD" Weekend</title><content type='html'>Matangi on left... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SreZ3hv0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EmGzK0ij3M0/s1600-h/n501360396_2566739_6157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941058775535426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SreZ3hv0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EmGzK0ij3M0/s320/n501360396_2566739_6157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a &lt;em&gt;grief-stricken&lt;/em&gt; weekend for me this time… though we (‘we’ as in my cousins and me) were all together as planned earlier…(we have decided to meet up every weekend as unlike before, we don’t get time to see each other for a long time… we are so busy in our own world all the time now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for such a sad weekend is not just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends called me up and said “Matangi’s Dad is no more! He died early in the morning today” I was shocked to hear that…it’s not that I didn’t know that he was in ICU for a week… We knew it but his health was improving and he had been shifted out of the ICU also… We were going to meet Matangi but we couldn’t due to some or the other reasons…&lt;br /&gt;When I came to know about his death, I was taken aback… I had no guts to call my friend and console her as there were no ways in which I could make her feel normal… I didn’t understand that how can I ask her to stop crying and take it easy?! I mean, her dad is dead and at this point of time, that’s the worse thing that can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends and I went to meet her on Saturday morning… She was sitting on the floor with legs crossed, knees up and head on the knees… After gathering all the courage I had, I went close to her, she looked up at me with wet red eyes and cried, “Dinku maney chhodi ne jataraya” she couldn’t even be with him in his last minutes! I could say nothing… I just hugged her and said that everything will be fine… Though I knew it’s not that easy! I would have definitely become mad if I were in her place… I can’t even think how my life would be without my dad or the people whom I love…&lt;br /&gt;I saw her mom crying… she was heart broken… I saw the pain her little sister’s eyes even though she was trying to handle the situation firmly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to sink in what I had seen… the thoughts and those pictures had still not made a way out of my mind and I saw a horrifying accident at express highway when we were on our way to Mahudi ( a holy place near Ahemdabad)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the car had turned upside down and had fallen down from the bridge… The lady died on the spot… her body didn’t have any bruises… her body was perfectly fine… just an injury on head lead her to death! I couldn’t see her face as it had buried under a big stone…&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter was alive… and her husband was being taken to the ambulance in a stretcher… he was in unconscious state…only his hand was shaking…&lt;br /&gt;On seeing such thing, I froze! I was not able to take in what was going on… people were talking about the incident… some of them were standing in groups… some were pointing at the lady and saying something.. But I couldn’t understand what was happening! Then we came back to the car, my cousin started driving after putting some good music to forget what we had just seen… As time passed, they moved on and stopped thinking about that accident… they started enjoying the trip… but I couldn’t get out of it…&lt;br /&gt;There were two things that were continuously hitting my mind--- Matangi and that Accident…&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that were constantly disturbing me were “what would Matangi do without her dad?” , “what would be the three thinking when the car was turning upside down?”, “how guilty that man would feel when he will gain consciousness and come to know that his wife is no more”, “how would I react if I had to pass through a similar situation?” “Why is Life is so unpredictable?!”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-1693203331506408202?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/1693203331506408202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/1693203331506408202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/1693203331506408202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-weekend.html' title='&quot;DEAD&quot; Weekend'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SreZ3hv0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EmGzK0ij3M0/s72-c/n501360396_2566739_6157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-4722821810128524228</id><published>2009-08-21T14:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:07:07.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/So5nSQInucI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-alMg-Nrdg/s1600-h/pruthvi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372344968766011842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/So5nSQInucI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-alMg-Nrdg/s320/pruthvi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“I owe it all to little chocolate balls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Nothing is more romantic than chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“I never met a piece of chocolate I didn’t like”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Other things are just food. But chocolate' is CHOCOLATE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"All I need is a little love now and then, but some chocolate will do for now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Nine out of ten people like chocolate. The tenth person always lies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you.&lt;br /&gt;But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If Chocolate is poor mans' champagne, I would love to be the poorest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands and then eat just one of the pieces" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I love chocolates since childhood.. It has been my first love and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, i am a &lt;em&gt;“full to”&lt;/em&gt; fitness freak! I like running on a treadmill, going on morning walks, cycling, counting the calories while eating, and the list goes on.. But, I cant do without chocolates… in spite of knowing that calories in just one bar of chocolate is equal to the calories I burn in one day!&lt;br /&gt;While working out, I promise myself that I wont eat chocolates now on. But as soon as I see a chocolate, I need it! I can stop myself from having it.. While eating it, &lt;em&gt;I get this feeling that there’s more to life than chocolates, but not right now.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I love its aroma, its taste.. I love it more when it melts so creamy and soft in my mouth and slides down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;For me, There are only four basic food groups- milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles..&lt;br /&gt;And out of these, I love Dark Chocolates the most. The bitter taste of Dark Chocolate drives me crazy…&lt;em&gt; I have to have &lt;/em&gt;one bar atleast!&lt;br /&gt;When I used to go to the gym, as soon as I look at my gym trainer-&lt;em&gt;cum&lt;/em&gt;-friend I used to regret for having eaten that &lt;em&gt;one bar&lt;/em&gt;... So I used to go and ask him how hard should I workout to burn out the extra BITTER but Delicious calories.&lt;br /&gt;He always said &lt;em&gt;angrily, &lt;/em&gt;“khane se pehle puchha tha toh abb puchh rahi hain!” lol.. And all I could think of at that time is “oye look at him! He is looking just like that dark chocolate I had yesterday! &lt;em&gt;Bitterly Sweet&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe”. Now I don't go to the gym anymore.. so now there is no "bitterly sweet barrier" between me and my chocolates :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have fallen in love with chocolates again! I mean I had been successful in stopping myself from eating chocolates for 2 years! But now I think, that I can give up chocolate but I'm not a quitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So you see… never stay away from chocolates because if you are in love with it, you will not be able to &lt;em&gt;QUIT&lt;/em&gt; it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;my &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; advice for all... "Forget love-- rather fall in chocolate"&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/4102065817451176644-4722821810128524228?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/4722821810128524228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/4722821810128524228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/4722821810128524228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love.html' title='my love...'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/So5nSQInucI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-alMg-Nrdg/s72-c/pruthvi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-6466772044536823705</id><published>2009-08-15T20:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:31:30.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>*~Svatantrata Diwas~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SobMhVqiMiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_tpiAt6c00o/s1600-h/symbols-world-religions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370204478809190946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SobMhVqiMiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_tpiAt6c00o/s320/symbols-world-religions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;31 States,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1618 Languages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6400 Castes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6 Ethnic Groups,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;29 Major Festivals, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All in ONE COUNTRY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am PROUD to be an INDIAN...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Independence Day to all INDIANS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-6466772044536823705?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/6466772044536823705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/svatantrata-diwas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/6466772044536823705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/6466772044536823705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/svatantrata-diwas.html' title='*~Svatantrata Diwas~*'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/SobMhVqiMiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_tpiAt6c00o/s72-c/symbols-world-religions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-797348731645601710</id><published>2009-08-12T20:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:12:51.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day After My Birthday.. i.e. 08/08/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS I LEARNED ON SATURDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I am not that unlucky..&lt;br /&gt;2. Army men are reverent and not hypocrites! (I seriously used to feel that.. No offense.. Sorry..)&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very special to my family,..&lt;br /&gt;4. Obey traffic rules! Never listen to ipod/use mobile phone while driving or break a signal!(I used to do that.. ALWAYS)&lt;br /&gt;5. Humanity still exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accident scene ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I learned that I am not an ill-fated person (yeah I used think that earlier, but now I think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;like me, everyone has a guardian angel.. Angels don’t walk with you all the time but they are there for you whenever you need them… mine saved me that day. Or may be it was God. You may call it whatever you choose to. All I know is, it was &lt;em&gt;someone divine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I met with an accident with a military school bus… I was on my sports bike.. That bus came from behind, it was moving parallel to my sports bike, and my head banged into the bus and my cycle started moving ahead with the moving bus with my head leaning on the bus…&lt;br /&gt;My head was about to smash into the hind wheel bus but this lady (MY ANGEL in disguise ) pulled me towards her side at the right moment without caring about her three year old kid! I fell down on the opposite side and the bus moved ahead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Stop that bus driver”&lt;/em&gt; she yelled as she was helping me stand up… Her kid didn’t get hurt, thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the road gathered and shouted at that military driver… Then they called up my parents at the “accident spot”. That lady told my mom to file a police case against the driver and that she was ready to come to the police station as many times as need be… then she went away and I was taken to the hospital…&lt;br /&gt;I searched for her everywhere to thank her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere not even at the address she gave me.. she is MY ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hospital Scene---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All my family members reached the hospital.. I was shocked! I mean till then I didn’t realize that the accident was so severe… lol… even the VNM people (local news channel reporters) turned up there. I hate media! I mean why do they have to reach anywhere and everywhere!?! I asked my dad to send them back…&lt;br /&gt;Then came Captain Kabir.. Army men are simply stupendous! I mean the way he dealt with the matter was really amazing. He was really supportive and helpful.. He talked so politely with everyone and showed so much concern.. I think India has got good people to protect her…&lt;br /&gt;My family members gave me a special treatment.. As if I were some princess hehe…&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this habit of not giving a damn to traffic signals, listening to music while driving, driving parallel to some friend’s vehicle while chit-chatting etc,.. But from this accident I have learned to take the traffic rules seriously. And I think everyone should! Obeying traffic rules is MUST!&lt;br /&gt;I always used to think that gone are those days when people are available every time you need them. I used to think that now life is becoming so &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; that people don’t even have time for themselves, let alone sparing sometime for others! Its is only now that I realize, its not completely true. Life has a brighter side. It surely does! People generally are too busy to be nice, but they still are HUMAN. Thank God for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;PS: God bless that lady, whoever she was. I owe her my life although I don’t even know her name. sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102065817451176644-797348731645601710?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/797348731645601710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-after-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/797348731645601710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/797348731645601710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-after-my-birthday.html' title='The Day After My Birthday.. i.e. 08/08/09'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102065817451176644.post-4888395108705109446</id><published>2009-08-09T15:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:14:03.861+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog post.. No actually the second one.. I used to have a blog (with ONE post) sometime ago, but I have no clue as to when it died. But I can’t deprive you all of my posts… hehe… so here’s another one,,,&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat remember the contents of my previous blog, so here’s a tribute to it… may it rest in peace, wherever it is… :D&lt;br /&gt;I have always been very inspired by my sis, so here’s my first post. It is quite like her first post, but relax critics, I have taken (snatched) copyrights from her.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with the things that make me smile…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love chocolates and ice creams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love rains and winters and snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sleeping on the terrace during summers and starring at the night sky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love working out at the gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love traveling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love hanging out with my “best” friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love wearing new clothes and accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love SWIMMING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love waking up early in the morning and going for a walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sipping coffee in my balcony &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love putting kajal in my eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching basketball matches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Irfan Pathan... oh and John Abrahim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love getting my pictures clicked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching Bollywood movies that too in theatres&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love new notebooks, diaries, pens and other stationery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love having hot water baths when it is biting cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love me… and my friends… and my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love going on long drives, with soft music playing in my car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you, my friend, are gonna love my blog. You’d better! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, God is so good. I have reasons to say that. Will do that in my next one.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&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/4102065817451176644-4888395108705109446?l=pruthvi78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/feeds/4888395108705109446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/4888395108705109446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102065817451176644/posts/default/4888395108705109446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruthvi78.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Pruthvi Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183048298760739928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwpOMBTfQ1g/Sn8BAif4GJI/AAAAAAAAADg/P8Yj6P8MSjU/S220/090520091010-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
