<?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-4988146695504698988</id><updated>2011-11-24T21:05:31.485-08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='silly'/><category term='Nift'/><category term='polygamus'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='change'/><category term='journey'/><category term='ending'/><category term='being twenty something'/><category term='life'/><category term='what men want'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='rest in peace'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='job'/><category term='The proposal'/><category term='people'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='window'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='quater life crisis'/><category term='ragging'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Gulal'/><title type='text'>SIZE 8</title><subtitle type='html'>......all that we run after.. without knowing why...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2277779255662587147</id><published>2011-05-15T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T13:38:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how he makes me feel, like anything's possible, or like life is worth it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2277779255662587147?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2277779255662587147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2277779255662587147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2277779255662587147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2277779255662587147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-how-he-makes-me-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-7525661771694266685</id><published>2011-05-09T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:19:43.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....that coffee is still pending....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1TbdUNdB-Q/TchaYTG058I/AAAAAAAAAPo/lUm3Afq3eS8/s1600/coffee-cup1%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1TbdUNdB-Q/TchaYTG058I/AAAAAAAAAPo/lUm3Afq3eS8/s320/coffee-cup1%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604829109754849218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t come... you haven’t called.. nor are you gonna call me..and now i can’t call you either... that coffee is still pending.. that dinner you still need to buy me... that conversation has still not ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gone.. and a lot feels incomplete.. my eyes are still looking for you... that drive we still need to take... that bridge we still need to cross.. there is so much to say... that conversation has still not ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have you gone.. why right nw... the night is still young.. the night is not over yet.. i am missing the company.....that wine glass is waiting..... still need someone to hear me out... that conversation has still not ended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-7525661771694266685?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7525661771694266685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=7525661771694266685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7525661771694266685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7525661771694266685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-coffee-is-still-pending.html' title='....that coffee is still pending....'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1TbdUNdB-Q/TchaYTG058I/AAAAAAAAAPo/lUm3Afq3eS8/s72-c/coffee-cup1%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6894354537084068565</id><published>2011-04-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:18:28.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... i think am back... its the same person but something has changed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6894354537084068565?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6894354537084068565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6894354537084068565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6894354537084068565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6894354537084068565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-8640360618099399488</id><published>2009-09-29T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:59:50.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what am doing this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.48hourfilm.com/mumbai/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.48hourfilm.com/badges/48hfp_mumbai_2009_tv_s.jpg"&lt;br /&gt;border="0" alt="48 Hour Filmmaker: Mumbai 2009"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-8640360618099399488?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8640360618099399488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=8640360618099399488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/8640360618099399488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/8640360618099399488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-am-doing-this-weekend.html' title='This is what am doing this weekend'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1527604080010434028</id><published>2009-07-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:43:29.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><title type='text'>Shelly gets romantic in the rains!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SlkUShxmVJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W1blSGRse6g/s1600-h/Rains+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SlkUShxmVJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W1blSGRse6g/s320/Rains+Night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357335540270519442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly thinks "The Proposal" is a nice movie... after a long time she liked a movie.. did not want it to end....she wanted to be a part of it...something somewhere touched ..don't know why... Shelly took an auto back home after the movie... n it was raining... Shelly likes the rains.. Shelly likes keep the windows in her room, wide open ..n just watch the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mushy movie+ Rains= Shelly gets romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not good baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winters in Delhi...&lt;br /&gt;Summers in Gulmarg...&lt;br /&gt;Spring in Shimla..&lt;br /&gt;....rains in Mumbai...when ur indoors.. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1527604080010434028?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1527604080010434028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1527604080010434028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1527604080010434028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1527604080010434028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2009/07/shelly-gets-romantic-in-rains.html' title='Shelly gets romantic in the rains!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SlkUShxmVJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W1blSGRse6g/s72-c/Rains+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3919529799752084323</id><published>2009-04-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:52:12.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest in peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ending'/><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>You know a few days ago I wrote….&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;” We are a cynical generation!!! Somehow in today’s world… on reel life and real life… nothing ever lasts!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my own words came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling…. This is it. It’s not going to last.. I always wished at least it would be worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P….. There goes another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3919529799752084323?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3919529799752084323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3919529799752084323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3919529799752084323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3919529799752084323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-4677522951944147804</id><published>2009-04-20T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:37:09.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polygamus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what men want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>What Men Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SezcsG4FOEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgRnXgu6orI/s1600-h/brain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SezcsG4FOEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgRnXgu6orI/s200/brain.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875109590644802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone who once said that women think about her weight/body every 12 mins.. What do guys think about every 8 mins…. ?????LOL&lt;br /&gt;What do guys think?? What do guys want?? What do guys want… I once asked a guy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“When would you really want to get married” answer- “I guess am ready now …but you know a guy never really wants to. He is never ready” I guess I agree with him… he isn’t ready yet.. and might never be…LOL…the usual guy thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway… As far as the rest of this force is concerned.. I guess it is true that men never really want to get committed. Biologically men are built to be polygamous. It just happens that one day they realize they don’t want to share!!  And in turn they have to give up their freedom.  Isn’t it like that. Or do men actually feel like committing to a woman all their life.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Men might fall in love .. but they never really fall in a commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-4677522951944147804?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4677522951944147804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=4677522951944147804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4677522951944147804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4677522951944147804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-men-want.html' title='What Men Want'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SezcsG4FOEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgRnXgu6orI/s72-c/brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1377853708728505882</id><published>2009-03-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:46:16.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gulal'/><title type='text'>The deepest shade of Love!!</title><content type='html'>“Ek bar humne sooncha tha kee phir pyaar naheen kareinge…&lt;br /&gt;Ek bar humne thana tha kee ikrar to kabee naheen kareinge…&lt;br /&gt;……. Par dil yeh kambakhat…..sala”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time…I decide I will follow my heart… my mind takes over…&lt;br /&gt;And every time my mind decides something…. My heart sidelines it totally…&lt;br /&gt;Yeh humaree hee kistam hai kee…jahan bhee, jis tarah bhee,… har jagah… haar to hamaree hee hotee hai…lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always identified with love as shown in movies…a lot of times…  would see myself in those characters… &lt;br /&gt;Love to me…for the longest time was…. Aamir Khan singing pehla nasha…&lt;br /&gt;Love was… Gazab ka hai din dekho zara… ‘QSQT’&lt;br /&gt;Love was …when Drew Barry gets kissed in… ‘Never been kissed’.&lt;br /&gt;Love was.. Bahoon ke darmiyaan .. ‘Kamoshi’&lt;br /&gt;Love was… when Julia Roberts asks out Hugh Grant in ‘Notting Hill’&lt;br /&gt;Love was… Jane kya Jane Man Bawara… ‘Pyar ke side effects’&lt;br /&gt;Love was… and will be love at first sight …in ‘The Notebook.’&lt;br /&gt;Love was…each tear from Jonny Depp’s eyes in ‘Edward Sissorhands’&lt;br /&gt;Love was… when Raj gets Simran… ‘DDLJ’&lt;br /&gt;Love was…. realizing before it’s too late…’A lot like love’&lt;br /&gt;Love was… the climax in ‘Love Actually’&lt;br /&gt;Love will always be…. Ross and Rachel…’Friends’&lt;br /&gt;…. But today Love became… Dillep Singh… in Gulal… it was a different colour of love… not pale.. not pink…. It was a DEEP DEEP shade of Red…his love… his angst.. which literally seeps through the frame!!! Yes that’s the love I believe in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was just too amazing.. also the fact that I can some how identify so well with these movies today… Gulal….. Luck by chance… but they some how compel me to think…if we are a cynical generation!!! Somehow in today’s world… on reel life and real life… nothing ever lasts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1377853708728505882?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1377853708728505882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1377853708728505882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1377853708728505882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1377853708728505882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2009/03/deepest-shade-of-love.html' title='The deepest shade of Love!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-7721246907849320076</id><published>2008-12-22T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:55:47.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being twenty something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quater life crisis'/><title type='text'>FWD on QUARTER Life crisis</title><content type='html'>Hav u felt like this? I bet u have!!! &lt;br /&gt; - am gonna write my views on this soon.. ive got loads to say.. for now.. read this...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Being a twenty-something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at wat urstudyin or urjob... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life , but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone! but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now youare scared just to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called "Quarter-life Crisis." nothing is constant......except change. &lt;br /&gt;wats life without a few risks? keep playing the game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-7721246907849320076?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7721246907849320076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=7721246907849320076' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7721246907849320076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7721246907849320076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/fwd-on-quarter-life-crisis.html' title='FWD on QUARTER Life crisis'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3319896491096643754</id><published>2008-12-22T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:42:53.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragging'/><title type='text'>A FWD a friend of mine sent me about nift</title><content type='html'>1. Some Basic definitions...NIFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIFT:Place where you're punished for having creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior : Guy who got ragged as junior and wanna get some payback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresher : Guy who has to ask where the canteen is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Dumb Fresher : Guy who asks a senior where the canteen is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Really Dumb fresher : Guy who follows the senior to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragging : The unfortunate fate of the previous idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evasive action : Watch the juniors when any seniors come nearby. (No one runs faster than a fresher. NO ONE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Perso! n paid to put NIFT students to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;External Prof : Unusual variant of previous individual who comes from industry with unusual and pathetic stories of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garment construction: three hrs in which you watch the girls do your assignment, and usually destroy a considerable no. of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless Garment construction: The assignment in which you try to make a garment for your personal needs and accidentally it become a style from Versace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Truth about exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony : The guy who copied your entire paper passes and you flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical Calculation : Summing up the marks you attempted worth in the exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An NIFTian's 10 commandments of Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shalt all were born with brain untill some decide to drop it and join NIFT.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shalt never write thy assignments thyself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shalt begin writing thy assignment only on the morning of submission.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou shalt treat all marks above 50 as bonus.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou shalt have at least 70 per cent attendance in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shalt pass GRACEfully.&lt;br /&gt;7. Thou shalt always be an OUTstanding student.&lt;br /&gt;8. Thou shalt give thy attendance without being present...PROXY is a MUST&lt;br /&gt;9. If thou can't convince them , confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;10. Thou shalt start every sentence with a four-lettered word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIFT Anthem:&lt;br /&gt;OOHHH NIFT CAMPUS KE TAALE &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;censored&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top two nift Rumors:&lt;br /&gt;'Did you hear that there is class at 5:30pm by guest faculty'&lt;br /&gt;'Did you hear,class is canceled and we had to do research on our assignment in library'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIFTIAN at work:&lt;br /&gt;Assignments solved by one and then carrying out mass transfer operations throughout the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important machine for niftian:&lt;br /&gt;Xerox Machine (Without which assignment completion wouldn't be possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Feeling after Completing nift:&lt;br /&gt;Survived NIFT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3319896491096643754?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3319896491096643754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3319896491096643754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3319896491096643754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3319896491096643754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/fwd-friend-of-mine-sent-me-about-nift.html' title='A FWD a friend of mine sent me about nift'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6748117049503083491</id><published>2008-12-10T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:11:26.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>IT still hurts....(Second day in a row)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SUAwKmSLEgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YwbIYhn-6HQ/s1600-h/Paul_Dewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SUAwKmSLEgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YwbIYhn-6HQ/s200/Paul_Dewis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278271721911816706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEE THE PREVIOUS RELATED POST TO UNDERSTAND THE  $#@&amp;!! AM WRITING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am not writing like this after a long time…..&lt;/em&gt;i just wrote a lot yesterday… &lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is that…-”what was hurting me very badly” yesterday, is what am laughing over today…  not because it is not hurting anymore.. but….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos after days.. months… much more than a year now.. something deep inside me &lt;/em&gt; is making me find humour in these situations!!! &lt;br /&gt;It is that pain back again….pain in the pit of my stomach cos am laughing like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I can’t let that get off me…&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts …reality bites.. &lt;/strong&gt;and dark humour totally rocks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when u like someone for years and are not even able to let him know….. &lt;/em&gt;ok this was a big one…. but I was the idiot.. and any way this was way too long back.. don’t know why I even mentioned this.silly cow!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when as soon as he gets to know (what?? ha ha), you get to know he is with someone else&lt;/em&gt;,… LOL this is illustrated in this book called &lt;strong&gt;'Why am I always the one before THE ONE?'&lt;/strong&gt; , one girl’s quest to bag Mr Right…(Pure chick Lit … Intellectuals please stay away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when you have been with someone for years and it ends over an email…&lt;/em&gt; worse still sms…or like Carrie says (of  Sex n the City fame)… “&lt;em&gt;through a scribbled note on a post-it”&lt;/em&gt;…. Anyway sometimes it better than getting to hear the dreaded words…you can act like nothing has happened and blame the bad handwriting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when after deciding for the first time this is love you realize that he is not there any more.&lt;/em&gt; Wrong timing!! That’s the reason for so many of our problems..… whether it is relationships….. hasty job shifts.. ...burnt toast.... or embarrassing burping instances!!&lt;br /&gt;And the rest are due to ill fitting clothes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when even after so much time you spent together it does not work…&lt;/em&gt;this happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you see someone else in the same frame u were in earlier…&lt;/em&gt;anyways may be he/she fits in there better than us (double pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when few days ago the distance did not matter and now that is the whole problem.&lt;/em&gt; Ok to all those people who think LDRs work wonderfully.. take a reality check!! Better be carefull than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when people can fake feelings.. why wasn’t I made like that…&lt;/em&gt; ur too slow.. u need to learn fast baby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when you expect too much, get nothing in return…&lt;/em&gt; Now that is a genuine case of failed supply chain management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when you mistake a friendship for much more, but at the end of the day it is what it is….&lt;/em&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when you expect a friendship and that is what they don’t want…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It hurts Them' when u give them none… LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts when when over the years you realize how to deal with it and then people call you insensitive.&lt;/em&gt; IGNORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts even more…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;when second day in a Row…I should have been writing my essays, and am writing this crap.. cos it still hurts and now makes me laugh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6748117049503083491?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6748117049503083491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6748117049503083491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6748117049503083491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6748117049503083491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-still-hurtssecond-day-in-row.html' title='IT still hurts....(Second day in a row)'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SUAwKmSLEgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YwbIYhn-6HQ/s72-c/Paul_Dewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-743579160178558039</id><published>2008-12-09T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:11:40.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/ode_to_soldier/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4900163"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnZ0Nnc0QkNfM1JHbFBsckFPUlNxVlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Ode to the soldier!!!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-743579160178558039?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/743579160178558039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=743579160178558039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/743579160178558039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/743579160178558039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumbai.html' title='Mumbai!!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-4045023113614789069</id><published>2008-12-09T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:34:26.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7kQ5faiBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uW-kUqHB7P8/s1600-h/edrecife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7kQ5faiBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uW-kUqHB7P8/s400/edrecife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277906792286423058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have spent the day today.. Making graphics.. Essentially putting a lot of colours on papers which then will show on clothes… Ironically..… today at this unearthly hour.. I feel like being exhausted out of colour!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like there is colour around me… but the colours of my soul are all drained out!!!… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-4045023113614789069?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4045023113614789069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=4045023113614789069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4045023113614789069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4045023113614789069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-spent-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7kQ5faiBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uW-kUqHB7P8/s72-c/edrecife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6618754816523547128</id><published>2008-12-09T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:24:31.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>It still hurts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7h7QfX29I/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_sJakB1tK4/s1600-h/Paul_Dewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7h7QfX29I/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_sJakB1tK4/s400/Paul_Dewis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277904221479885778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am writing like this after a long time…..&lt;br /&gt;Cos after days.. months… much more than a year now.. something deep inside is hurting!!! &lt;br /&gt;It is that pain back again….&lt;br /&gt; I can’t let that get off me…&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the people who matter to you are the ones who can hurt you the most and even more when you know what they are saying is totally true!!&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts …reality bites..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It hurts when u like someone for years and are not even able to let him know…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when as soon as he gets to know, you get to know he is with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you have been with someone  for years and it ends over an email….&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when after deciding for the first time this is love you realize that he is not there any more.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when even after so much time you spent together it does not work…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you see someone else in the same frame u were in earlier.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when few days ago the distance did not matter and now that is the whole problem.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when people can fake feelings.. why wasn’t I made like that…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you expect too much, get nothing in return…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you mistake a friendship for much more, but at the end of the day it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you expect a friendship and that is what they don’t want…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when when over the years you realize how to deal with it and then people call you insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts even more when I should be writing my essays, and am writing this crap.. cos it still hurts!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6618754816523547128?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6618754816523547128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6618754816523547128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6618754816523547128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6618754816523547128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-still-hurts.html' title='It still hurts!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/ST7h7QfX29I/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_sJakB1tK4/s72-c/Paul_Dewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-7025309262656527178</id><published>2008-11-12T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:49:19.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/blush/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4578530"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlRxTlMzS213M1JHX1BuR1BBNEc2QXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="....Blush...." height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/blush/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4578530"&gt;....Blush....&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=468093"&gt;shradha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... am having fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-7025309262656527178?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7025309262656527178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=7025309262656527178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7025309262656527178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7025309262656527178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/blush.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6014099097344408547</id><published>2008-11-12T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:17:31.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lace_all_red/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4595764"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFklLUlYzNml3M1JHQ1JTdVBBNEc2QXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Lace all Red!!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lace_all_red/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4595764"&gt;Lace all Red!!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=468093"&gt;shradha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... i like this one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6014099097344408547?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6014099097344408547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6014099097344408547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6014099097344408547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6014099097344408547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/lace-all-red-by-shradha.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2073764119050366672</id><published>2008-11-12T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:15:02.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IFRAME style="DISPLAY: block" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/contest.entries?.mid=embed-car-468093&amp;_out=embed&amp;display=car&amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%2C%22replaceContainer%22%3A0%7D&amp;id=37444&amp;size=m&amp;state=active" frameBorder=no width=364 scrolling=no height=170&gt;&lt;/IFRAME&gt;&lt;A style="FONT-SIZE: 0.8em" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/contest.show?.mid=embed-find-468093&amp;amp;id=37444" target=_blank&gt;See more on Polyvore&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... orkut... yahoo games... facebook... move over.. Polyvore here i come!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2073764119050366672?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2073764119050366672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2073764119050366672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2073764119050366672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2073764119050366672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-more-on-polyvore.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1057700871220439612</id><published>2008-11-10T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:03:55.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IFRAME style="DISPLAY: block" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.sets?.mid=embed-gridv-468093&amp;_out=embed&amp;display=gridv&amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%2C%22replaceContainer%22%3A0%7D&amp;size=m&amp;uid=468093" frameBorder=no width=162 scrolling=no height=162&gt;&lt;/IFRAME&gt;&lt;A style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; LEFT: 94px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; POSITION: relative; TOP: -29px" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed-find-468093&amp;amp;id=468093" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG title="Find me on Polyvore" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height=24 alt="Find me on Polyvore" src="http://rsrc.polyvore.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt.png" width=63&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;........ between all the silly stuff i anyways keep doing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1057700871220439612?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1057700871220439612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1057700871220439612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1057700871220439612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1057700871220439612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/find-me-on-polyvore.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-5241041805404928511</id><published>2008-11-04T23:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:31:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SRFL2yIOZTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6u7ck_iDTqI/s1600-h/malaysia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SRFL2yIOZTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6u7ck_iDTqI/s400/malaysia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265072843914110258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She waits for him to say 'I Love You' but he tells no more lies"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-5241041805404928511?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5241041805404928511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=5241041805404928511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5241041805404928511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5241041805404928511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-waits-for-him-to-say-i-love-you-but_04.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SRFL2yIOZTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6u7ck_iDTqI/s72-c/malaysia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6459715048630577125</id><published>2008-11-04T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:30:27.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"She waits for him to say 'I Love You' but he tells no more lies"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6459715048630577125?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6459715048630577125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6459715048630577125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6459715048630577125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6459715048630577125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-waits-for-him-to-say-i-love-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-874464933269136666</id><published>2008-10-14T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:37:28.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPRnK-Zj-WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BAFJb-jYUrY/s1600-h/42-20232235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPRnK-Zj-WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BAFJb-jYUrY/s400/42-20232235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256940103294777698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a plastic bag pulled over your head???.....do you know what it feels like?....you are suffocated and grasping for air!!!&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;blockquote&gt;i have recently... and it’s sick, nauseating and ugly!!&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-874464933269136666?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/874464933269136666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=874464933269136666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/874464933269136666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/874464933269136666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPRnK-Zj-WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BAFJb-jYUrY/s72-c/42-20232235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-8390333856337616432</id><published>2008-10-11T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:58:49.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams are made of these!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEFQ5SMnoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4RPPyaOf5oo/s1600-h/dream1+Italy+The+Colosseum+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEFQ5SMnoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4RPPyaOf5oo/s320/dream1+Italy+The+Colosseum+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255988027931270786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEE-EvHMOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/y0-BEPj2xVg/s1600-h/dream1+scotland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEE-EvHMOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/y0-BEPj2xVg/s400/dream1+scotland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987704587825378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEEloIHljI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5bIonLu16lI/s1600-h/dream1+spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEEloIHljI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5bIonLu16lI/s320/dream1+spain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987284591220274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEEW6eVNCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/56jnu1Cb-s8/s1600-h/dream1+st+Tropez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEEW6eVNCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/56jnu1Cb-s8/s320/dream1+st+Tropez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987031818187810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEDtqAZwbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/X9VdbzM6-Ps/s1600-h/dream1+venice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEDtqAZwbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/X9VdbzM6-Ps/s320/dream1+venice2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986323023053234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEBUDwAA1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/u3E8gnCDPg8/s1600-h/dream1+Santoreni+Greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEBUDwAA1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/u3E8gnCDPg8/s400/dream1+Santoreni+Greece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255983684233724754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... one of the places i want to visit.. topping the charts is ....Santorini in Greece!! &lt;br /&gt;.... then venice... and St tropez....Spain.....Scotland ..Italy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-8390333856337616432?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8390333856337616432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=8390333856337616432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/8390333856337616432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/8390333856337616432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet Dreams are made of these!!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SPEFQ5SMnoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4RPPyaOf5oo/s72-c/dream1+Italy+The+Colosseum+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6374419434628786661</id><published>2008-09-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:40:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SNfYgRf34kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKVWWMWdFFg/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SNfYgRf34kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKVWWMWdFFg/s400/pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248901939688104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............ i guess i just love PINK!!!!.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6374419434628786661?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6374419434628786661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6374419434628786661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6374419434628786661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6374419434628786661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='PINK!!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SNfYgRf34kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKVWWMWdFFg/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2474607294885575618</id><published>2008-08-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:39:45.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u felt like laughing loud.....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK03W625-bI/AAAAAAAAADU/-omMaeefnJY/s1600-h/IS232-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK03W625-bI/AAAAAAAAADU/-omMaeefnJY/s200/IS232-022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236902808597952946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt….. &lt;/strong&gt;that when your mom makes Non veg at home, that all the other food Dal, allo etc.. Anything else… ( this typically happens in Kashmiri families) becomes a side artist in the performance and the focus is only on the main hero the &lt;em&gt;muthz&lt;/em&gt;.. the &lt;em&gt;rogan josh&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;kaliya&lt;/strong&gt; and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt…… &lt;/strong&gt;that more than a solution for population, having less poverty, and giving free education….Indians need free deodorants? This feeling reaction is triggered in the following conditions…&lt;br /&gt;** filled up Mumbai trains where every time the wind blows you can smell a mish mash of  &lt;em&gt;gajra&lt;/em&gt;, dried fish, &lt;em&gt;vapa pao masala &lt;/em&gt;and fresh Bo.&lt;br /&gt;**  a taxi where then the passengers have to stare outside the windows.... like pet dogs, who have just been let our for the first time in months and getting their share of fresh air after ages… saving their noses from the scum of the Indian BO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt……&lt;/strong&gt; really irritated when u have dipped your biscuit in hot tea and only half of it comes out and the rest gets left at bottom of the cup- all gooey!! &lt;br /&gt;There are some important factors governing this reaction &lt;br /&gt;1. The temperature of the tea.&lt;br /&gt;2. The time for which the biscuit is dipped in the tea &lt;br /&gt;3. The amount of the biscuit dipped in the tea should not be more than 50% ever.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reacting fast after dipping the biscuit and then putting it in your mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2474607294885575618?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2474607294885575618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2474607294885575618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2474607294885575618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2474607294885575618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-u-felt-like-laughing-loud.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Have u felt like laughing loud.....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK03W625-bI/AAAAAAAAADU/-omMaeefnJY/s72-c/IS232-022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2898770605319648459</id><published>2008-08-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:04:06.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine Pichhale Saat Dino Mein, Ye Sab Hai Khoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Meri Laundry Ka Ek Bill, Ik Aadhi Padhi Novel&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ladki Ka Phone Number, Mere Kaam Ka Ek Paper&lt;br /&gt;Mere Taash Se Heart Ka King, Mera Ik Chaandi Ka Ring&lt;br /&gt;Pichhale Saat Dinon Mein Maine Khoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kabhi Khud Pe Hansa Main, Aur Kabhi Khud Pe Roya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Mili Ek Ghadi, Pyaari Thi Mujhe Badi&lt;br /&gt;Meri Jeb Ka Ek Packet, Meri Denim Ki Jacket&lt;br /&gt;Do One Day Match Ke Passes, Mere Naye Naye Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Pichhale Saat Dinon Mein Maine Khoya&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Khud Pe Hansa Main, Aur Kabhi Khud Pe Roya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise Bhulu Saatva Jo Din Aaya&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Ne Tumse Ik Party Mein Milvaaya&lt;br /&gt;Kaisa Pal Tha, Jis Pal Maine Tumko Pehali Baar Dekha Tha&lt;br /&gt;Hum Jo Mile Pehli Baar, Maine Jaana Kya Hai Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Maine Hosh Bhi Khoya, Dil Bhi Khoya&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Khud Pe Hansa Main, Aur Kabhi Khud Pe Roya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maine Pichhale Saat Dino Mein, Ye Sab Hai Khoya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... lyrics from a song from the new Farhan Akhtar movie. Like the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maine kya kya khoya...&lt;br /&gt;ek Angie Somers ki Cd, ek dost ki beedi&lt;/em&gt;(sorry cigarette but that did not rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cupboard ki chabee, aur ek voucher abhee abhee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL.... am pathetic at rhyming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; aur tin din mein aapna dimag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2898770605319648459?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2898770605319648459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2898770605319648459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s weird …some times.. we give so much of importance..... to things that don’t even count in our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-4279139985496660549?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4279139985496660549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=4279139985496660549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4279139985496660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4279139985496660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-weird-some-times.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3198424972400632708</id><published>2008-08-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:11:06.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...That time when....</title><content type='html'>Just thinking of some really beautiful moments two people share.. when in love…or may be not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… the time when the channel lifts (like the ones in Mumbai every where) close and slowly the lift starts to move.. you know that the person,…. you love is going away…… and slowly as each channel is closed… then the button is pressed and then the lift starts to move.. you know … with each of these actions…. the person is moving further away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…...The time when the whole day you live for that one call in the night… u look forward to that half n hour every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. there are these times when one of u is just starring blankly into the other one’s eye’s… you are lost in your love…..and then suddenly she wakes you up from your daze and says ..What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… the time when at 12 in the night you are standing at the airport, to pick up this person you love… u guys haven’t met in months … u can see him through the glass, but u can’t go inside .. you can’t shout to him because he won’t be able to hear you… he is getting his luggage .. you know that he will be out in the ten minutes… but these ten minutes seem like ten years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… the time when you try to hold your tears inside yourself… U heart is crying but u don’t want to let her know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… the time when you really get to know, that this is love….when things become so clear in front of you… when u know he is the one… when u know u can’t live without him… when u know that you will give anything to be with him…. But its too late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the time when even the though, u haven’t seen her in the room or the building or the mall… know can feel her presence… you know she is somewhere.. you just know it… because you can feel her around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the time when the two of you are sitting by the sea front…. legs hanging in the air… feeling the breeze around you... the silent dark night....its so beautiful…in a way, you can’t explain…you don’t want that moment to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… the time when…. You can hear it in his voice.. What he feels… he doesn’t need to tell you,….. You just know it….the same way..he feels your presence without even seeing you physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..the times when words fail you…. This happens like all the time!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3198424972400632708?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3198424972400632708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3198424972400632708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3198424972400632708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3198424972400632708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-time-when.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;...That time when....&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-7267307790296268899</id><published>2008-08-01T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:21:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJLVcUgOZ5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wWzUmJOaAIY/s1600-h/the-true-secret-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJLVcUgOZ5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wWzUmJOaAIY/s400/the-true-secret-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229476799847491474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really wanted something, but you instead always think of the opposite that you cannot get it, and its not possible.&lt;br /&gt;What if you can attract what you want to yourself? May be that is what I was looking for.. a way.. a path ..a direction and that is what I guess attracted me to this book called The Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The secret is the answer to all that has been all this is. and all that will be”. - Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says you can have, do or be anything. We can have whatever it is that we choose no matter how big it is. That thoughts become things.&lt;br /&gt;It talks of the laws of attraction- Things can be attracted to you to the virtue of the image you hold of it….to think of yourself as a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret talks about The Creative Process of Three Steps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1 ASK – &lt;br /&gt;Know what you want and ask the universe for it.&lt;br /&gt;This is where you need to get clear on what it is you want to create and visualize what you want as being as 'real' as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step2 BELIEVE/ ANSWER-&lt;br /&gt;Feel and behave as if the object of your desire is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;Focus your thoughts and your language on what it is you want to attract. You want to feel the feeling of really 'knowing' that what you desire is on its way to you, even if you have to trick yourself into believing it – do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3 RECEIVE-&lt;br /&gt;Be open to receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to your intuitive messages, synchronicities, signs from the Universe to help you along the way as assurance you are on the 'right' path. As you align yourself with the Universe and open yourself up to receiving, the very thing you are wanting to manifest will show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the Laws of Attraction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-7267307790296268899?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7267307790296268899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=7267307790296268899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7267307790296268899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7267307790296268899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/08/laws-of-attraction.html' title='Laws of Attraction'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJLVcUgOZ5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wWzUmJOaAIY/s72-c/the-true-secret-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-4823811068615035853</id><published>2008-07-31T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:39:29.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But is that what it is, or is that what I am telling myself!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJGtIY1DHAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HtzIpu2oHlc/s1600-h/heart+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJGtIY1DHAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HtzIpu2oHlc/s400/heart+break.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229151001969368066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way that you will ever know that…&lt;br /&gt;There is no way that i will ever feel…&lt;br /&gt;Cos since the time you have left I have been left numb…&lt;br /&gt;There is a pain deep beneath my skin..&lt;br /&gt;I know this is no betrayal, cos there was no trust no faith…&lt;br /&gt;But some times we let our minds wander…&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts beat a little faster..&lt;br /&gt;And then we are left with nothing but pain…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why it hurts so much ..&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know it shouldn’t cos I know it doesn’t matter..&lt;br /&gt;But is that what it is, or is that what I am telling myself!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-4823811068615035853?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4823811068615035853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=4823811068615035853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4823811068615035853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4823811068615035853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-is-that-what-is-it-or-is-that-what.html' title='But is that what it is, or is that what I am telling myself!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SJGtIY1DHAI/AAAAAAAAACk/HtzIpu2oHlc/s72-c/heart+break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-5005684464300172583</id><published>2008-07-29T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:16:05.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There For You</title><content type='html'>I guess this time you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love it's suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't there when you were happy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Bon Jovi Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... its an amazing song.... with the lyrics.. that are so.. bang on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-5005684464300172583?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5005684464300172583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=5005684464300172583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5005684464300172583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5005684464300172583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There For You'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-237589155034916027</id><published>2008-07-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:52:33.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the one...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SI7oUKM2mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/oIEOoNibqMI/s1600-h/you+are+the+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SI7oUKM2mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/oIEOoNibqMI/s400/you+are+the+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371650457016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one in the dreams &lt;br /&gt;You are the one in the soul&lt;br /&gt;You are in the days and in the nights&lt;br /&gt;You are in the thoughts and in the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you are the one… every where you are the one…&lt;br /&gt;Yes wherever I see..wherever I look you are right there…&lt;br /&gt;You are this world.. you are that world… you are my world…&lt;br /&gt;From the edge of this earth till the end of the sky..&lt;br /&gt;And every things in between… you are the one..&lt;br /&gt;You are the one everywhere.. you are the one in me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I tell and how will I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;That how much I love you…&lt;br /&gt;Even if I see you shadow…. I go closer and want to just stay there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one the feelings…&lt;br /&gt;You are the one in the emotions..&lt;br /&gt;You are the way…. You are the guide…&lt;br /&gt;You’re the salvation that I wish for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I tell and how will I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;That when I dream of you in the night…&lt;br /&gt;How should I tell and how will I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;All those words which make me feel that you are around me,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are the beginning…&lt;br /&gt;You are the trial..&lt;br /&gt;You are the intent of my life&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for my living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-237589155034916027?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/237589155034916027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=237589155034916027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/237589155034916027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/237589155034916027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-one.html' title='You are the one...........'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SI7oUKM2mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/oIEOoNibqMI/s72-c/you+are+the+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3015135126369693255</id><published>2007-09-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:56:03.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it selfish........</title><content type='html'>Is it selfish to want what you love…&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to even fall in love???&lt;br /&gt;Don’t I have a right to even feel…&lt;br /&gt;Am I not that human..&lt;br /&gt;When I love is it not an emotion..&lt;br /&gt;If I feel is that not a feeling??&lt;br /&gt;If I cry those are not tears??&lt;br /&gt;If I get hurt is there no pain??&lt;br /&gt;If I love is it not true??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3015135126369693255?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3015135126369693255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3015135126369693255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3015135126369693255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3015135126369693255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-selfish.html' title='is it selfish........'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1564002978494574245</id><published>2007-08-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:58:12.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall In Love and Understand what Life is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RtVCPyq30TI/AAAAAAAAABM/K37B4qotenU/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RtVCPyq30TI/AAAAAAAAABM/K37B4qotenU/s400/111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104058591761387826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will the sane ever understand&lt;br /&gt;What insanity is……&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and understand &lt;br /&gt;What life is……&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and know&lt;br /&gt;What living is……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes met his and&lt;br /&gt;. my life became brighter&lt;br /&gt;Your smile has taught &lt;br /&gt;me to write prose&lt;br /&gt;Today I have understood &lt;br /&gt;The real magic of love&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and understand &lt;br /&gt;What life is……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t able to express&lt;br /&gt;.. my love in words&lt;br /&gt;And he never understood &lt;br /&gt;…what my silence meant&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and understand &lt;br /&gt;What life is……&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and realize&lt;br /&gt;What life is……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1564002978494574245?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1564002978494574245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1564002978494574245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1564002978494574245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1564002978494574245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall-in-love-and-understand-what-life.html' title='Fall In Love and Understand what Life is......'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RtVCPyq30TI/AAAAAAAAABM/K37B4qotenU/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6864743009987915554</id><published>2007-07-09T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T05:30:02.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>…between these arms..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/Rp9ZIRoynHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/L6vkzehNpSY/s1600-h/cycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/Rp9ZIRoynHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/L6vkzehNpSY/s400/cycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088884102660267122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIdtzLg40I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3b1WJ59i0z8/s1600-h/between+the+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIdtzLg40I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3b1WJ59i0z8/s400/between+the+arms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085159601924531010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes together between these arms&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what the heart says&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound of my desires&lt;br /&gt;How my heart beat speaks the language of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unsaid words muttered&lt;br /&gt;From those shivering lips &lt;br /&gt;Are telling me to let there be love&lt;br /&gt;to let the desires flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the sky loves to keep this secret&lt;br /&gt;he likes the sounds of the entwined breath&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are prouring down&lt;br /&gt;tiny pearl droplets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is Love coming together between these arms&lt;br /&gt;the heart doesn’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;it can hear the sound of our desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heartbeat is speaking for me&lt;br /&gt;…between these arms&lt;br /&gt;Now my dreams are coming true&lt;br /&gt;…between these arms&lt;br /&gt;Now my love is finding its home&lt;br /&gt;…between these arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6864743009987915554?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6864743009987915554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6864743009987915554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6864743009987915554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6864743009987915554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/between-these-arms.html' title='…between these arms..'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/Rp9ZIRoynHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/L6vkzehNpSY/s72-c/cycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-5452857620133442666</id><published>2007-07-09T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:34:30.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it…tell me is this love??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIdNzLg4zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTO6bXtb7yg/s1600-h/is+this+love,......jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIdNzLg4zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTO6bXtb7yg/s200/is+this+love,......jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085159052168717106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree.. that I feel happy when we are together..&lt;br /&gt;… but listen to me even..these nights are new to me..&lt;br /&gt;I hope u don’t think…that this is love..&lt;br /&gt;When did this happen..Did I fall in love..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I say what is in my heart??&lt;br /&gt;If u can understand.. then this heart is yours…&lt;br /&gt;Still lost  in the night yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Let me live that night once more..&lt;br /&gt;..lost every to that one moment&lt;br /&gt;..tell me is this love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you better..&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you proclaim ur love for me..&lt;br /&gt;…let me touch you .and let me feel for myself…&lt;br /&gt;Then love will happen too..&lt;br /&gt;But now its difficult to stop..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this love??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-5452857620133442666?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5452857620133442666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=5452857620133442666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5452857620133442666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5452857620133442666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-this-ittell-me-is-this-love.html' title='Is this it…tell me is this love??'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIdNzLg4zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTO6bXtb7yg/s72-c/is+this+love,......jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3095151567844786095</id><published>2007-07-09T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:32:27.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....no one apart from you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcuzLg4yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ETPqcqD9Z8/s1600-h/no+one+apart+from+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcuzLg4yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ETPqcqD9Z8/s400/no+one+apart+from+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085158519592772386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can stir my soul&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can I ever love&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can I ever live for&lt;br /&gt;I went every where, met every one&lt;br /&gt;But there is no one like you&lt;br /&gt;There will be no one like you&lt;br /&gt;Some one likes the way I look&lt;br /&gt;Others want my loyalty&lt;br /&gt;But they will never understand&lt;br /&gt;What you mean mean to me&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can I ever love&lt;br /&gt;No one apart from you can I ever live for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3095151567844786095?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3095151567844786095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3095151567844786095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3095151567844786095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3095151567844786095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-one-apart-from-you.html' title='....no one apart from you.....'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcuzLg4yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ETPqcqD9Z8/s72-c/no+one+apart+from+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2368703364040923006</id><published>2007-07-09T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:30:25.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was never able to commit the crime you accused me of!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcMjLg4xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c-SF8QGKegk/s1600-h/i+was+never+able+to+commit+the+crime+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcMjLg4xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c-SF8QGKegk/s320/i+was+never+able+to+commit+the+crime+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085157931182252818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;But I could never be yours&lt;br /&gt;I got punished &lt;br /&gt;For a crime I never committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those roads were lonely &lt;br /&gt;Where I kept walking till now&lt;br /&gt;Even after getting separated from you&lt;br /&gt;I kept crying for you every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never able to commit the mistake&lt;br /&gt;You accused me of&lt;br /&gt;I was never unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;But I could never be yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you saw and heard wasn’t wrong&lt;br /&gt;But how true it was only I know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I deceived you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you got deceived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2368703364040923006?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2368703364040923006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2368703364040923006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2368703364040923006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2368703364040923006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-never-able-to-commit-crime-you.html' title='I was never able to commit the crime you accused me of!!'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIcMjLg4xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c-SF8QGKegk/s72-c/i+was+never+able+to+commit+the+crime+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3842504828879814183</id><published>2007-07-09T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:28:09.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't seem to live without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIboTLg4wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CTa0zFa7fo/s1600-h/can%27t+seem+to+live+without+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIboTLg4wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CTa0zFa7fo/s320/can%27t+seem+to+live+without+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085157308411994882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to live without you&lt;br /&gt;I have seen all my dreams around you&lt;br /&gt;There is no joy.. no sorrow without you&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me and I will live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I without you&lt;br /&gt;What is my existence without you.&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t seem to live  without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my heart is crying&lt;br /&gt;every moment am waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart says it wants to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;Itz going wild with love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to stay without you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to think without you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to dream without you&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t seem to live without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3842504828879814183?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3842504828879814183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3842504828879814183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3842504828879814183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3842504828879814183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-seem-to-live-without-you.html' title='Can&apos;t seem to live without you'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RpIboTLg4wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3CTa0zFa7fo/s72-c/can%27t+seem+to+live+without+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1518583778420005274</id><published>2007-06-13T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:24:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET ME LIVE AGAIN.....</title><content type='html'>My hearts been telling me these days …&lt;br /&gt;..to see some new dreams… &lt;br /&gt;..to live once more….&lt;br /&gt;..to love once more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts been telling me these days …&lt;br /&gt;..my life is just black n white..&lt;br /&gt;..I want some colors besides me..&lt;br /&gt;..can I do this much for my loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a few moments to myself..&lt;br /&gt;...I want to start loving myself again…&lt;br /&gt;.. I want to hide u away from every one..&lt;br /&gt;..want to just keep looking into ur eyes forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away.. far away.. from this world…&lt;br /&gt;..i want to make my dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;..i want to realize all my desires..&lt;br /&gt;..i want to live once more..&lt;br /&gt;..i want to love once more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1518583778420005274?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1518583778420005274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1518583778420005274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1518583778420005274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1518583778420005274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-me-live-again.html' title='LET ME LIVE AGAIN.....'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-761847285342200247</id><published>2007-06-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:38:35.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though the whole world is walking besides me..... But slowly there is only loneliness creeping in….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RnBVQI4PsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnBd5AE-XtU/s1600-h/away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RnBVQI4PsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnBd5AE-XtU/s320/away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075650515796209842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I stay.. no matter where I live…&lt;br /&gt;Your memories will always stay besides me,,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whether I can tell someone..&lt;br /&gt;….or keep it to myself..&lt;br /&gt;These emotions in my heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So to say the whole world is walking beside me..&lt;br /&gt;But slowly there is only loneliness creeping besides me…&lt;br /&gt;Only your memories will always stay besides me,,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No matter where I stay.. no matter where I live…&lt;br /&gt;Your memories will always stay besides me,,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some where in my heart these memories…&lt;br /&gt;… have left an impression forever…&lt;br /&gt;Some where each picture is fading away…&lt;br /&gt;Someone is happy in the new colors….&lt;br /&gt;…. of their new world..&lt;br /&gt;Someone even after getting everything…&lt;br /&gt;….keeps telling himself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So to say the whole world is walking beside me..&lt;br /&gt;But slowly there is only loneliness creeping besides me…&lt;br /&gt;Only your memories will always stay besides me,,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some where the roots of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;…. are still alive in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Some where the old broken threads..&lt;br /&gt;….can never joined again.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is making space in his heart&lt;br /&gt;…. for his new life.&lt;br /&gt;And some one is still holding&lt;br /&gt;.. all her memories still close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So to say the whole world is walking beside me..&lt;br /&gt;But slowly there is only loneliness creeping besides me…&lt;br /&gt;Only your memories will always stay besides me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-761847285342200247?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/761847285342200247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=761847285342200247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/761847285342200247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/761847285342200247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/06/even-though-whole-world-is-walking.html' title='Even though the whole world is walking besides me..... But slowly there is only loneliness creeping in….'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/RnBVQI4PsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gnBd5AE-XtU/s72-c/away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-7684454992365499595</id><published>2007-02-17T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:03:47.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.........WAY BACK INTO LOVE......</title><content type='html'>I've been living with a shadow overhead &lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed &lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long &lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, &lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on &lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away &lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday &lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time &lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there &lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere &lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light &lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody just to get me throught the night &lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction &lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end &lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real &lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you &lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do &lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again &lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end ...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............courtsey........MUSIC n Lyrics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-7684454992365499595?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7684454992365499595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=7684454992365499595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7684454992365499595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/7684454992365499595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-back-into-love.html' title='.........WAY BACK INTO LOVE......'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2659878556361970773</id><published>2006-11-25T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:32:39.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.......</title><content type='html'>You are the one…&lt;br /&gt;You are the one part of my desire….&lt;br /&gt;Say something that the heart wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my morning doesn’t rise..&lt;br /&gt;Without the sun doesn’t set for me…&lt;br /&gt;Without you my heart keeps melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my love…&lt;br /&gt;You are my life…&lt;br /&gt;You are the one deeply embedded in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the wait of my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the test of my love&lt;br /&gt;My breath says that there is nothing in this world without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am drowning in the rain of my own emotions&lt;br /&gt;My living is only for your desire…&lt;br /&gt;Am lost in just your thoughts….&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thought is stamped across my face&lt;br /&gt;You are haunting my dreams&lt;br /&gt;There is an unbreakable bond between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2659878556361970773?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2659878556361970773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2659878556361970773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2659878556361970773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2659878556361970773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/you.html' title='you.......'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-3416090978238380877</id><published>2006-11-25T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:31:18.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/884925/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/878648/lonely.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not scared of the darkness.. just a little bit of heights… a little more of the unknown…. but what scares me the most ..  more than anything else.. is loneliness….&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness (Lone"li*ness) (?), n.&lt;br /&gt;1. The condition of being lonely; solitude; seclusion.&lt;br /&gt;2. The state of being unfrequented by human beings; as, the loneliness of a road.&lt;br /&gt;3 A feeling of depression resulting from being alone.&lt;br /&gt;But some times .. I feel I seek this loneliness… .. or should I use the word solitude.. there is such a thin line between the two words.&lt;br /&gt;Hating your loneliness and loving your solitude… ironical…&lt;br /&gt;Just being with one self.. just knowing your within.. who u really are…sometimes.. is the best thing that can happen to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-3416090978238380877?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3416090978238380877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=3416090978238380877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3416090978238380877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/3416090978238380877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-1272190249535763977</id><published>2006-11-24T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:58:06.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Falling out of .....LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/1331/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/718559/puzzle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we running after?? &lt;br /&gt;The halo that does not exist.. running after the love that we’ve never had.. it’s like this puzzle which we keep solving all our lives…&lt;br /&gt;you are one piece of that puzzle and keep looking for this other one peice that will fit in.... some pieces just don’t seem to fit.... far from tht….&lt;br /&gt;But some do…and for quite some time… but over the years.. they rub off against each other.. Sometimes not in the right way.. and so changing..'themselves'.. their own shapes forever… and one fine day the two pieces realize tht they don’t seem to fit in any more……they don’t seem to fit into each other.... There you have fallen out of Love…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-1272190249535763977?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1272190249535763977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=1272190249535763977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1272190249535763977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/1272190249535763977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-out-of-love.html' title='Falling out of .....LOVE'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-5223784752932371892</id><published>2006-11-14T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:47:25.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>...just keep walking.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/pathwayfin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/pathwayfin.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..what do we look for each day of our lives....&lt;br /&gt;is the destination that important....&lt;br /&gt;….or the pebbles we collect during the journey.. &lt;br /&gt;and what if, we don't know where we want to go…&lt;br /&gt;…and there are no signs to lead us there..…&lt;br /&gt;do I still walk the dark tunnel…..not knowing where it will end…&lt;br /&gt;...thinking and dreaming of the sunlight…and the green meadows ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-5223784752932371892?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5223784752932371892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=5223784752932371892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5223784752932371892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/5223784752932371892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-keep-walking.html' title='...just keep walking.......'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-773484033658312900</id><published>2006-11-14T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:57:39.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...hope floats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/geese%20flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/geese%20flying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When you're in love with someone it inspires you and gives you hope. You have faith that even if you can't be with them on earth, that if God wills, you will be with them one day in heaven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-773484033658312900?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/773484033658312900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=773484033658312900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/773484033658312900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/773484033658312900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/hope-floats.html' title='...hope floats...'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-6008608923266352171</id><published>2006-11-12T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:40:06.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/boondi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/boondi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boondi..one of my fav pics.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-6008608923266352171?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6008608923266352171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=6008608923266352171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6008608923266352171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/6008608923266352171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/boondi.html' title='Boondi'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-4598351711427857820</id><published>2006-11-12T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:55:55.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/1600/leavesgrey%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7788/608904625916100/320/leavesgrey%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............DELHI WINTERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-4598351711427857820?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4598351711427857820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=4598351711427857820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4598351711427857820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/4598351711427857820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/nostalgia.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988146695504698988.post-2817396075619408669</id><published>2006-11-12T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:29:47.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;size 8...... cos it represents........ all tht we run after.......without knowing why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4988146695504698988-2817396075619408669?l=shradhakaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2817396075619408669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4988146695504698988&amp;postID=2817396075619408669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2817396075619408669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4988146695504698988/posts/default/2817396075619408669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shradhakaul.blogspot.com/2006/11/size-8.html' title='Size 8'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588944255935371161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuBUSWMD9A4/SK5YIa8M4ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Maks-iZ4J_s/S220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
