<?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-3889753218665820292</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:56:07.858+05:30</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='ayn rand'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='mosquitoes'/><category term='photography'/><category term='books'/><category term='old age'/><category term='random'/><category term='night'/><category term='The journey has 2 go on...'/><category term='murphology'/><category term='letter to the editor'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Lord of the Rings'/><category term='chetan bhagat'/><category term='Blame'/><category term='ego'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='rhymes'/><category term='impossible'/><category term='In the news'/><category term='tricks of photography'/><category term='who moved my cheese'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='dandia'/><category term='life'/><category term='ghazini'/><category term='Robert Frost'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='belief'/><category term='words'/><category term='Jaagran'/><category term='corporate link'/><category term='Love'/><category term='aamir khan'/><category term='where is the auto???'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='garba'/><category term='road'/><category term='novels'/><category term='Big B&apos;s request (My elder brother)'/><title type='text'>I saw what I saw and I saw what I didn't</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not the bullet with your name on it that you need to worry about; it's the thousand others addressed: "To whom it may concern."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-46131760298873615</id><published>2011-09-19T15:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:20:46.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Justice Markandey Katju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;One of the finest judges I have ever experienced in my career, he is that rare judge before whom no senior holds his face value and before whom no junior will ever lose his face. Yes, I am pretty new in the profession as per the standards set by the bar for a lawyer to be accepted as knowledgeable, but I am not new to the manner exploited by that rare impatient judge who does not acknowledge frivolous cases and throws it off with a curt "Dismiss". I even agree with the majority of my brethren that this particular judge was a little ruthless and did not even hear out the case made out by the parties and on his own accord dismissed it. But I do not agree with the notion that he was not a fairjudge, the word "fair" having been interpreted by each and every lawyer in his own words depending on the fact whether the lawyer is appearing for the petitioner or for the respondent. The reason for his harshness was to send out a message that "&lt;strong&gt;you cannot file frivolous cases in the Supreme Court and get away with it". &lt;/strong&gt;A clear message that the time of the Court is not to be wasted. A clear message that was not very clearly understood by the majority of the lawyers and blamed the judge for being impatient adn ruthless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;He is none other than Justice Markandey Katju. A towering personality over 6 foot, he was one of the most feared and famed judge in the history of the Supreme Court of India. He retires today, ending a legacy and an era of quoting Faiz, Mirza Ghalib, Firaq, and numerous other well lknown poets and writers who were quite an influence on this knowledgeable judge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;One thing that was most interesting about this loquacious judge was that he never seemed to be influenced by the presence of any hi-fi senior lawyer. He was impartial and unbiased to one and all. Once, in a case Senior lawyer Mr. Mukul Rohtagi was to make an appearnace. The briefing lawyer, on seeing that the senior lawyer had not yet reached the court and the matter being called out, asked for a passover, which in plain language means to request the court ot call out the matter for a second time when all the matters in the list get over. Justice Katju enquired from the briefing lawyer as to why she is not arguing. She said Mr. so and so is appearing and that is why a passover may be given. The instant reaction of Justice Katju was "Ms. Counsel, let me tell you very frankly that there is no merit in this case. Whosoever may appear for arguing this case, it is made clear beforehand that this matter will be dismissed by us when it is called out again. Please let your senior counsel about this." This ourightness instilled a deep respect for him. He was not the one before whom the face value of any senior would work and he was not the one before whom any junior would lose his face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;He also used to enjoy a lot in the Court with his innumerous quotes and sayings and hindi updesh which was very evident when one day he asked of noted lawyer and jurist, senior Nariman (Fali S. Nariman), "&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a matter or are you here to watch the fun?&lt;/strong&gt;". The whole court exploded in laughter and senior Nariman wittingly replied "&lt;strong&gt;To watch the fun, Your Lordship&lt;/strong&gt;". That was the kind of repute the judge had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;His another quality was to speak out in Hindi whenever he got an apporutnity to. He was not the one to be deterred by the English speaking lawyers babling on and on about their case. English being the official working language of the Court, lawyers and judges alike were supposed to converse in English, but Justice Katju was an exception. He made use of every opportunity to attack in hindi the&lt;em&gt; bechara lawyer &lt;/em&gt;arguing before him. It was fun listening to him in Hindi. Maybe his roots had a great influence on him. Maybe he was more comfortable in speaking out his mind in Hindi. But you never know. I was just wondering of the time when he sat in the High Court of Madras as Chief Justice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;His love for subjects such as Urdu and sanskrit is evident from the numerous famous judgments he wrote where at the start he quotes poets like Faiz, Firaq and Mirza Ghalib. His interests in literature is evident when he time and again quotes Shakespeare and Dostoevsky and Charles Dickens and many others in his judgments and orders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;He  was a judge who was very lenient towards prisoners who had spent long time in priosns for small crimes. He was also a judge who was very strict when it came to murderers and serious criminals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To be contd...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-46131760298873615?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/46131760298873615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=46131760298873615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/46131760298873615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/46131760298873615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2011/09/tribute-to-justice-markandey-katju.html' title='A tribute to Justice Markandey Katju'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4135264243200168950</id><published>2011-08-30T17:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:50:12.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where is the auto???'/><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>My neck gets ample of exercise in the mornings when I leave for office. As soon as I step down from my first floor home in Lajpat Nagar, I am greeted by the incessant ringing of tring-tring bells by rickshaw walas and the &lt;i&gt;I-have-stopped-the-rickshaw-for-you-please-come-fast&lt;/i&gt; look. That is when the exercise of the neck starts. Every minute you are on the road you nod your head left-n-right with the &lt;i&gt;no-I-dont-want-to-get-in-your-rickshaw&lt;/i&gt; look. It is notable that almost every rickshaw wala will stop his &lt;i&gt;khali rickshaw &lt;/i&gt;for a minute or so expecting you to honour the seats of his rickshaw. &lt;div&gt;Almost the reverse happens in the case of a auto rickshaw. It is not their &lt;i&gt;do-you-need-a -auto &lt;/i&gt;look that meets me every morning but the &lt;i&gt;i-do-not-have-gas &lt;/i&gt;attitude or the more egoistic &lt;i&gt;this-auto-is-for-hire-only-for-far-off-places-and-not-for-very-near-places-like-high court-or-supreme court &lt;/i&gt;and the newest formula they have adopted is &lt;i&gt;I-do-not-get-savaris-from-supreme court-so-I-won't-go. &lt;/i&gt;Some won't even take the pain of approaching and asking the name of the place if they see Afghani people, who are large in number in Lajpat Nagar and make sure to come to the so-called auto stand everyday to travel everyday to God knows where to, waiting for an auto. Humph... &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Even a threat of complaining to the police does not help the case. Well, you can never force them to take you to your destination when they don't have fuel in their vehicle. That could cost me my job also. So I stand there waiting for humanity to happen and a auto wala whisking me away in his auto to the place of my choice ;) And when that happens, I make sure to give him an extra 5 bucks for being my saviour in time of trouble. And when that &lt;i&gt;does not&lt;/i&gt; happen, I take the liberty to use my thumb to flag down an already occupied auto with the &lt;i&gt;oh-I-am-so-getting-late-for-office-would-you-mind-giving-me-lift-till-the-place-I-get-an-auto &lt;/i&gt;look. In short, the ever useful &lt;i&gt;abla naari&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;in distress &lt;/i&gt;look does get a heart or two melted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All said and done, I anyhow reach my destination and start the day anew forgetting the turmoil and recollecting it only when I feel a scratch in the hand and an urge to pen it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4135264243200168950?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4135264243200168950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4135264243200168950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4135264243200168950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4135264243200168950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2011/08/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3416366700155783560</id><published>2011-08-02T15:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:46:38.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hindi mein sher-o-shayari</title><content type='html'>Dil ki sunun ki dimag ki&lt;div&gt;dono paagal hain yeh itfak nahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pyar mein jab is dil ne dhoka khaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toh dil ne fuslaya "ki yeh toh bacha hai ji"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur dimag ne samjhaya "ki yeh toh kacha hai ji...kisi pe bhi fisalta hai kyunki"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dil ki awaz mein thi woh gehrai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na samajh me aaya thi ki nadani thi dikhayi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jab dimaag ki baat par gaur farmaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tab neend khuli aur hosh aaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ki yeh duniya badi matlabi hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sab karte yahan par gandagi hain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is duniya mein rehna hai toh dil se nahi dimag se kaam lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dil humesha toot tha hai aur dimag hamesha sambhalta hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3416366700155783560?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3416366700155783560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3416366700155783560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3416366700155783560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3416366700155783560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2011/08/hindi-mein-sher-o-shayari.html' title='hindi mein sher-o-shayari'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2232500212453076820</id><published>2010-09-26T19:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:02:30.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My niece on her first ever baby show -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/TKCqTOyT7mI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/l2YPeA2OCZU/s1600/vaishno+little+pari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/TKCqTOyT7mI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/l2YPeA2OCZU/s400/vaishno+little+pari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521600390519582306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;div id="id_4ca0a8d1370ce497d2237" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was looking cute&lt;br /&gt;Dat was how I was viewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up as a pari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had no worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a baby show&lt;br /&gt;And sat in d second row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cudn't keep my feet still&lt;br /&gt;And climbed onto d stage fir n fir (again n again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d principle was pareshan&lt;br /&gt;“kaun hai ye nanha shaitan”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called to perform on d stage&lt;br /&gt;Coz I cudn't be bound like a animal in a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went up d stage to stand&lt;br /&gt;And an exclamation went up – “ oh! Wat a cute baby with a cute hair band”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D hair band had two ears&lt;br /&gt;And I bath daily with pears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was standing dere&lt;br /&gt;N all attention was on me n my gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fairy stick in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Which I used to make d balloon on d stage expand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D anchoring host was happy&lt;br /&gt;N d audience went clappy clappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den later on d results came out&lt;br /&gt;N my bua let out a little shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I had won d first prize&lt;br /&gt;Which for my dadu-dadi, mummy –daddy n chachu-chachi was a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dey all heaved a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;Coz dis little naughty girl had made dem believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of advice&lt;br /&gt;Every adult has within him a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show ur naughtiness to everyone&lt;br /&gt;forget all d tensions coz u r unique and the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u for ur support&lt;br /&gt;Wenever I win another time I will put up a post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N also plz forgive my BUA&lt;br /&gt;She is a liitle crack hua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab se I have won dis baby show&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc" style="margin-top: 5px; word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;div id="id_4ca0a8d1370ce497d2237" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2232500212453076820?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2232500212453076820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2232500212453076820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2232500212453076820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2232500212453076820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-niece-on-her-first-ever-baby-show.html' title='My niece on her first ever baby show -'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/TKCqTOyT7mI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/l2YPeA2OCZU/s72-c/vaishno+little+pari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6818180107561405589</id><published>2010-03-18T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:43:32.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Encounter</title><content type='html'>She was standing there. A paper in hand. Looking expectantly all around. I caught her eye and she came nearby. She showed me the paper she was clutching tightly in her hand. It was the address of the metro station on which we both had got down. She asked or rather indicated to me whether it was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; station on which she had got down. I said "yes". By the way she showed me the paper and asked or rather indicated for certain things I had come to the conclusion that she was dumb. She could not speak. The thought of not being able to speak sent the active cells of my fist-sized brain into a frenzy. The fact that I had recently gotten married and could not speak out my heart loud at my in-laws place was pre-dominantly flowing in the brain. I was forced to think about the situation where I would want to clarify some issues with my spouse but would not do so just for the sake of it. Just for the sake of it or maybe for the reason that the issues are not so big so as to be spoken out. But here was a well grown up woman who was unable to speak even the smallest of things in her mind. Her happiness, sadness, everything, and I really mean everything had only the medium of her facial expressions but no words. No words to state the various emotions that go on in a mind. No words to express emotions that cannot be expressed by facial expressions or otherwise. No words at all at any point of time. I was amazed at the fact as to how this woman has been spending her lifetime without words. Not only this woman but all those persons in the world who did not possess the minimal faculties for proper functioning of a human being. But why did facing this woman suddenly float an emotion that was buried deep somewhere. Why all of a sudden I was forced to think that all small issues need not be given voice come what may? That some things are best not said. When the time is right they will themselves find a mention and I need not repeat them inside my head and practice day n night as to how I would want to present it. But one thing that I am unable to understand is why having met a total stranger at a total unwarranted time instill within me the urge to keep silent rather than speak out. Having encountered her I should have been inspired to speak out rather than remain silent but that is not the case to be... It is rather amusing that I should be feeling this way...a feeling which is rather uncommon....'coz when you meet a person of some disability the first thing that you say or rather do is thank GOD for having given you all the right faculties in the right place to live a wonderful life. Indeed I was thankful to GOD for having provided me the power to speak out my heart but then why did it feel odd that I should have decided to keep quiet about some things and not speak them out. Maybe then it was the right thing to do...or maybe then it wasn't...I don't know...Maybe I will never know...or maybe I know and don't want to speak it out....or maybe...just maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers anyone...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6818180107561405589?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6818180107561405589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6818180107561405589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6818180107561405589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6818180107561405589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2010/03/encounter.html' title='Encounter'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-344782163830007337</id><published>2010-01-19T01:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:41:46.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>My days are numbered now.&lt;br /&gt;Time is plenty but it seems less.&lt;br /&gt;There is much to do but what to do no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like time has decided to fly by&lt;br /&gt;and carry with me in its wings&lt;br /&gt;to drop me at the spot where i will lose an identity&lt;br /&gt;with which i lived for 26 yrs and instead&lt;br /&gt;give me an identity with which i will have to live for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;a life which no one knows when it will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels utterly shocking that i will leave a life that i created for myself&lt;br /&gt;and go live in the shadow of someone else (which i never meant to happen)&lt;br /&gt;for the major part of the God gifted life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave everything behind&lt;br /&gt;ur name&lt;br /&gt;ur family&lt;br /&gt;ur friends&lt;br /&gt;ur life&lt;br /&gt;ur lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;ur freedom&lt;br /&gt;ur smartness&lt;br /&gt;ur cunningness&lt;br /&gt;ur willingness&lt;br /&gt;ur zeal&lt;br /&gt;ur enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;ur excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all ur everything except urself so that u can be moulded into a new human being overnite so that u can&lt;br /&gt;adjust to the changes&lt;br /&gt;adjust to the new environment&lt;br /&gt;adjust to the new surroundings&lt;br /&gt;adjust to the new lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;adjust to the excitement of being a newly wed&lt;br /&gt;adjust to losing ur freedom n living in captivity&lt;br /&gt;adjust to living ur life on someone else's terms&lt;br /&gt;adjust to living a life that u never imagined will happen to u&lt;br /&gt;adjust to everything n everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-344782163830007337?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/344782163830007337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=344782163830007337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/344782163830007337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/344782163830007337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7858061770093015069</id><published>2009-09-23T00:03:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:46:37.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame'/><title type='text'>worn torn story of a gown</title><content type='html'>I am 15 yrs old. I am long. I am usually black but on this occassion I was kind of bluish. I have two hands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met her when I was almost 15 yrs old. On that fateful day she had kidnapped me. Though intentionally but unwillingly. She required my services and I was the only one without any guardian who could be any use to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took good care of me though she could do nothing of the injuries that I had sustained over the years. But then she tried her best to hide my injuries from the rest of the world as best as she could. She knew that I wont be staying forever with her. One day my original guardian will find me anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not want to be found. I had found a new home. A new caretaker and a new companion. I missed the gossips of the ladies where I first used to live. Nevertheless it was peace to live in silence again. My original guardian had not taken good enough care of me through these years. I was injured at the hands but I was never treated. I was injured in the front beneath the chest but I was left to my own state. I had nothing to be happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this new owner I found a intelligent human being who knew her stuff. I had started admiring her. But it was not to last for long. After all I had been kidnapped by her. How could a crime like this be kept secret for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous owner saw me with my kidnapping mistress one fateful afternoon. She was drinking water when that lady saw me with her. All eyes in the room were upon us. I urged her to move fast. But it was too late. She intercepted us on our way out. I was speechless. She proded me with her fingers first to check whether I was the one she was looking for. She touched my injuries to make sure I was the one. And sure enough I was. My kidnapper was confronted and bombarded with questions. She being a good soul accepted that I belonged to that lady and she had "borrowed" me for a day or two coz she was in dire need of me. Such is the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good nature of my kidnapper that she readily agreed to give me back to my previous owner but only after a day or two when she could successfully find another replacement for me. So it was to be that I stayed for another two days with my kidnapper when she returned me back to the caretaker of the room where my previous owner spends most of her day time. I was reunited after a tearless but heartbreak separation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the &lt;i&gt;gown. Advocates' gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/Srke7RR3dPI/AAAAAAAACH4/rewvnAlnLhY/s400/gown.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 250px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368833097594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i am really sorry dat i had to rob that tattered gown, but i had no other option u see. just a minute ago my gown went missing before my eyes n i had to go to the court room. In Supreme Court wearing of a gown is compulsory so i had to make some alternative arrangement for myself :) and so i had no other course except to BORROW someone else's gown till the time i could buy my own  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7858061770093015069?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7858061770093015069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7858061770093015069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7858061770093015069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7858061770093015069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/09/worn-torn-story-of-gown.html' title='worn torn story of a gown'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/Srke7RR3dPI/AAAAAAAACH4/rewvnAlnLhY/s72-c/gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-630212625781158213</id><published>2009-07-19T16:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:08:05.215+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>kissa KURSI ka!!!</title><content type='html'>Life shows what irony! Only a month back I was cribbing about sitting and sitting on my blog because that was what I was doing those days. Sitting. But now since the time I have left my job I strive to sit. Yup, when u r in a profession which demands you to be on ur toes all day, I am left with little choice as to sitting. It has become a routine affair that I am being demanded to be on my legs all the time I am in the court premises. I have to literally snatch seats from illegible persons. Illegible persons? who are those you may ask. They are those who are 1) not senior advocates 2) are junior advocates be they elder to me 3) are those who are not recognised in the legal world as the luminaries of the profession 4) i do not know them though the world may know them 5) persons who are not related to me 6) etc...etc...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have literally stooped down to the level of "Kissa Kursi ka" in order to straighten my back be it just for a few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry legal world but it is imminently necessary for my body and it is pertinent to mention herein that I have grown accustomed to the chair in these two years of having worked in the corporate world that I am unable to keep myself on my toes for longer than required :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-630212625781158213?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/630212625781158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=630212625781158213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/630212625781158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/630212625781158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-shows-what-irony-only-month-back-i.html' title='kissa KURSI ka!!!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4013423049378834052</id><published>2009-06-26T20:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:12:16.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>end of an era</title><content type='html'>It was the end of an era. &lt;div&gt;End of the corporate era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'nice' journey is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey in the corporate world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey of rat race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey thru thick and thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey thru wilderness and plains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journey on straight and twisted roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journey up and down the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journey on smooth and rugged roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey with friends and foes alike. But nevertheless a journey which gave me friends whom I will cherish for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey of many bad twists lost in the many good turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey to remember 'coz it was my first in the corporate world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4013423049378834052?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4013423049378834052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4013423049378834052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4013423049378834052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4013423049378834052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-era.html' title='end of an era'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8654671613380749597</id><published>2009-06-23T11:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:18:21.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricks of photography'/><title type='text'>Right Angle of Photography! - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdncMhmI/AAAAAAAACAU/X13VE4qhPf0/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395613375399522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdncMhmI/AAAAAAAACAU/X13VE4qhPf0/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdlW_y3I/AAAAAAAACAM/WdLwt_85zr0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395612816722802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdlW_y3I/AAAAAAAACAM/WdLwt_85zr0/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdTIiqYI/AAAAAAAACAE/_5_an4dzNHM/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395607924255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdTIiqYI/AAAAAAAACAE/_5_an4dzNHM/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsUWVhLHI/AAAAAAAAB_8/v3P5Venrm8M/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395454165167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsUWVhLHI/AAAAAAAAB_8/v3P5Venrm8M/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsUOyhp1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/21OCvAEo1H4/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395452139349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsUOyhp1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/21OCvAEo1H4/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsT7H19mI/AAAAAAAAB_s/3XP2px2CK_E/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395446860052066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsT7H19mI/AAAAAAAAB_s/3XP2px2CK_E/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsTs8E3tI/AAAAAAAAB_k/3SSuokmgmPs/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395443052601042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsTs8E3tI/AAAAAAAAB_k/3SSuokmgmPs/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsTmJWghI/AAAAAAAAB_c/OhKLmmbKjZM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350395441229234706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsTmJWghI/AAAAAAAAB_c/OhKLmmbKjZM/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8654671613380749597?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8654671613380749597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8654671613380749597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8654671613380749597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8654671613380749597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-angle-of-photography-part-2.html' title='Right Angle of Photography! - part 2'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SkBsdncMhmI/AAAAAAAACAU/X13VE4qhPf0/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8063100470749122184</id><published>2009-06-23T11:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:02:00.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My pensieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dhurrrr....whoorrr....gurrrr....dhurrrr......dhupppp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not Santa in an interview trying to stop his scooter. It is the rear tyre of the scooty&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; m sitting on going berserk. OK, it got punctured when I sat on the scooty. Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that my sitting had anything to do with it getting punctured. There was no air in the rear tyre already and when I sat as a pillion driver it got worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, whats the use of telling this to you... Nothing. Just that my hand was itching for writing and i thought of penning down the thought for the fear that it may not get lost somewhere in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so-many-hundreds of other important memories stored in the so-many thousand neurons in the brain. &lt;/span&gt;I want my blog/diary to be my pensieve where i can take out a thought and keep it safely for later recollection. This way there is no cluttering of unimportant memories in my brain n i also do not lose any other memory though not significant to this unfair world where all i hv is myself n my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I write absurd sometimes but that is how I am. sometimes gud n sometimes bad but the beauty is that i write where many people don't :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8063100470749122184?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8063100470749122184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8063100470749122184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8063100470749122184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8063100470749122184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-pensieve.html' title='My pensieve'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7961503805789289281</id><published>2009-06-18T15:36:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:18:17.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sit! sit! sit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a while when u wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u go for nature's call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; u shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when u have breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while u drive or are driven to office (1 hr, 2 hr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u reach office and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when u r read mails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u r working on projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u go to breakout area to have coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when u come back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; boss is nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u want to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u have lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watch when others are playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the shade when it is sunny outside to take a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the sun when it is chilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after a run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u have no work to do and all u do is play games on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; computer and idle away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while u drive or are driven back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u have dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; family for a hearty talk after a long day which u passed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; @ home when u watch TV (lying and watching is harmful for eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (slumber) in theater seats when u watch movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the bus or auto when u go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; friends while they do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(when u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any other option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u r tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when u have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and gaze up in the sky to feel the beauty of night life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watch the birds who u didn't realise existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watch the world go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; lawyer play with words in front of judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watch while the doctor operates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; near and dear ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and wait for that one phone call for which u have been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever u get the opportunity to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the room is crowded and there is no place to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yet u find a place for yourself to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by hook or crook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when an elder is standing and needs that seat more than u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while the child hangs on to u for his dear life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; favorite book (lying down while reading is harmful for...u know what...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while u write all this nonsense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double shit! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while u read all this nonsense!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These humans do not have a single ounce of value for us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on whom they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and do all these rubbish things :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i m fed up of this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shitting&lt;/span&gt;... God! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt; rescue me from all this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7961503805789289281?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7961503805789289281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7961503805789289281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7961503805789289281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7961503805789289281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/sit-sit-sit.html' title='Sit! sit! sit!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8458566006547653817</id><published>2009-06-18T10:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:10:29.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame'/><title type='text'>Ego!</title><content type='html'>Ego, Ego, Ego&lt;br /&gt;why did you come not to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differences, opinions &amp;amp; view&lt;br /&gt;these have created much hue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The situation created by my three good friends who were inseparable from each other some time back but now cannot see eye to eye, made me realise that life is not a bed of roses and I spilled out these words in anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My very first attempt at something so emotional in poetic verse :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8458566006547653817?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8458566006547653817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8458566006547653817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8458566006547653817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8458566006547653817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/ego.html' title='Ego!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-712613582391154630</id><published>2009-06-17T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:27:27.063+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayn rand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Find the road of ur life</title><content type='html'>"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.&lt;br /&gt;The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."&lt;br /&gt;[Ayn Rand]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-712613582391154630?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/712613582391154630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=712613582391154630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/712613582391154630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/712613582391154630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/find-road-of-ur-life.html' title='Find the road of ur life'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1890732551316508547</id><published>2009-06-12T16:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:37:38.615+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>unusual photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjI2yUSz8VI/AAAAAAAAB5U/vJhSaadrI7Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346395945711169874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjI2yUSz8VI/AAAAAAAAB5U/vJhSaadrI7Y/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1890732551316508547?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1890732551316508547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1890732551316508547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1890732551316508547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1890732551316508547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/unusual-photographs.html' title='unusual photographs'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjI2yUSz8VI/AAAAAAAAB5U/vJhSaadrI7Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1288612538284238210</id><published>2009-06-12T10:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:29:57.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Childhood and old age - a miraculous combination</title><content type='html'>We are born dependent on others&lt;br /&gt;We die depending on others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born with all four limbs undeveloped&lt;br /&gt;We die with all four limbs non-functional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawl towards our growth&lt;br /&gt;We crawl to our end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are born we are unable to recognize our family members or anyone for that matter&lt;br /&gt;When we die we are still unable to recognize the outside world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are born the only communication we have is the cry&lt;br /&gt;When we die there is no one to hear our sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lavished with all the attention in the world&lt;br /&gt;We crave for attention when we are nearing the end of our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happily doted on by our fathers and mothers and family&lt;br /&gt;We are left helpless in one corner of the home because the child we took care of is busy taking care of his/her child and has forgotten the parent who took care of him when he was a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;introduced&lt;/span&gt; to the outside world very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;We remain in one room of the house if there are some guests visiting lest our children are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given every basic necessity that we need&lt;br /&gt;We are dependent on our children to have our specs repaired and out artificial dentures made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy when we see our grandads and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they are the only ones who do not have teeth like us&lt;br /&gt;We understand our grandchild's cry and play with him without our artificial dentures so that he can relate to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are yet to see this world&lt;br /&gt;We have been there and experienced it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childhood and old age are two stages of life which are very similar to each other though having a gap of 60 years or so. The connection between a grandchild and his grandparents is a very divine one. They both are so similar and different to each other at the same time. They tend to understand each other so perfectly. And when one is not at home the other misses him profoundly. A perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;combination&lt;/span&gt; for a growing child and an ageing mother/father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the child needs attention and the grandparent needs someone to spend time with. PERFECT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1288612538284238210?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1288612538284238210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1288612538284238210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1288612538284238210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1288612538284238210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/childhood-and-old-age-miraculous.html' title='Childhood and old age - a miraculous combination'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8480748186223692100</id><published>2009-06-12T10:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:13:57.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>"What has she brought?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cherry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cherry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhhh...Cherrrryyyy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. A conversation between the old generation and the new generation. Though the word cherry was pronounced perfectly as it should be pronounced, my mom could not understand what was being said. Not that I blame her. Its just that people need to view the product themselves to understand what actually it is. Well, it happens with my mom atleast (and has happened to me also occasionally). Maybe it is because the way they pronounce it is slightly different from the way we youngsters pronounce it. Or is it that the memories of old people is dimming as they grow old they need to visualize things inorder to recognise it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8480748186223692100?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8480748186223692100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8480748186223692100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8480748186223692100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8480748186223692100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4897435177877462215</id><published>2009-06-11T11:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:10:02.703+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the news'/><title type='text'>Caught Snapping - Novemebr 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCY8bA5-RI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qOveIP3vk2I/s1600-h/caught+snapping.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345940921499908370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCY8bA5-RI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qOveIP3vk2I/s400/caught+snapping.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the image of a 50 ps dividend that I had received from a company. It was published in the column "Caught Snapping" of the weekly Delhi metroplus magazine of a leading English Daily The Hindu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having received a phone call on the next saturday following the publication of my photograph I was on cloud nine. I had to be. It is not everday that u get to see ur name published in an English Daily newspaper! I was doing office on that saturday :( n I cudnt just control myself when this piece of information was delivered to me. I immediately started eating the ears of my colleague who was overtiming with me ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later in the day when I met my parents in the Great India Place Mall in Noida, I just couldnt stop myself from blurting out my achievement...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a reward of the phot being published in the newspaper I was given a Rs. 2000/- gift voucher of Art Karat - a semi precious jewellery house. Yipee!!! a 50 ps dividend was returned with a Rs. 2000/- award. Can anyone believe my luck???? I can. He he he he&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that day I had also brought a Fastrack watch for myself which was pending for a long time. All happiness in one day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4897435177877462215?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4897435177877462215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4897435177877462215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4897435177877462215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4897435177877462215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-snapping-novemebr-1-2008.html' title='Caught Snapping - Novemebr 1, 2008'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCY8bA5-RI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qOveIP3vk2I/s72-c/caught+snapping.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8730906056434648913</id><published>2009-06-11T10:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:10:45.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The journey has 2 go on...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter to the editor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the news'/><title type='text'>My letter published in the Reader's Digest - June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUpLlqBvI/AAAAAAAAB48/hPwZWCjw6J4/s1600-h/RD+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345936192895059698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUpLlqBvI/AAAAAAAAB48/hPwZWCjw6J4/s400/RD+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUgCskqmI/AAAAAAAAB40/uDpsDLzFf5A/s1600-h/RD+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345936035889326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUgCskqmI/AAAAAAAAB40/uDpsDLzFf5A/s400/RD+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUJLjUaII/AAAAAAAAB4s/o1eZ7GQocQE/s1600-h/RD+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUI3NDryI/AAAAAAAAB4k/m6Kl0A32Uuc/s1600-h/RD+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCTYjYDbPI/AAAAAAAAB4c/WM_lHJeYG4U/s1600-h/RD+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345934807711050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCTYjYDbPI/AAAAAAAAB4c/WM_lHJeYG4U/s400/RD+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCSTs-tEQI/AAAAAAAAB4U/VWRkXQ0k9p4/s1600-h/RD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345933624878108930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCSTs-tEQI/AAAAAAAAB4U/VWRkXQ0k9p4/s400/RD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCRsaMVC7I/AAAAAAAAB4M/1GgFpdA469M/s1600-h/RD.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8730906056434648913?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8730906056434648913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8730906056434648913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8730906056434648913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8730906056434648913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-letter-published-in-readers-digest.html' title='My letter published in the Reader&apos;s Digest - June 2009'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SjCUpLlqBvI/AAAAAAAAB48/hPwZWCjw6J4/s72-c/RD+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5591614297456621139</id><published>2009-06-02T17:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:57:00.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate link'/><title type='text'>books n me!!!</title><content type='html'>It was always my dream to sit with books all day reading and doing nothing at all. I just believe that dream has come true. These days I have nothing to do except read books and dream for the future lying ahead is so unsure. Well, one thing that is proving quite beneficial is that I am catching up on books I had lost out on all these years. I have been reading continuously, but I am afraid to say how much I had wanted this phase in life I just cant stand it. I need to do worthwhile in my these formative years but I am being denied just the chance and the opportunity and if I keep listening to my well wishers I'd not be able to do anything at all in these formative years and what a wastage of time would that be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I better get started with something worthwhile before it is too late. c u soon with more updates on my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5591614297456621139?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5591614297456621139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5591614297456621139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5591614297456621139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5591614297456621139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-n-me.html' title='books n me!!!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6210033932386669590</id><published>2009-05-29T09:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:28:07.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost on the road</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests this post has got &lt;strong&gt;nothing, absolutely nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to do with being lost on the road. I couldn't think of a better one, so this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were on our way to the office today in the morning, on a highway I saw a man standing in the middle of the road wanting to cross the road but nevertheless confused with the oncoming high speed cars, bikes, buses, cycles (for the driver of the cycle he is at high speed atleast) etc... The driver of our car slowed down as he approached the stranded man and let him cross the road safely. Having seen the man stranded in the middle of the road with high traffic I was forced to smile at having recalled the day when &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was similarly stranded at a red light which had suddenly turned green and i was stuck in the middle of the road with high speeding vehicles from all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I was in college. Near to my college there was a bus stop and further across the road was a temple. To reach the temple I'd to get down @ the bus and cross the road via a red light which was at the crossroads. Just as I was crossing the road the red light did not show any sympathy towards me and turned green. I panicked. Not because I was in the exact middle of the road but because on one side there was a truck and on the other a bus and forget about all the other vehicles zooming past me. I shut my eyes tightly for a second or so standing there. I don't know what overcame me but then I opened my eyes and began to think rationally. I tried to dodge the cars and buses and the trucks and finally heaving a sigh of relief reached on the other side of the road. whew! I must tell you guys it was a horrible nightmare sort of thing. I let out a very loud breath thru my mouth as if that was the reason I was holed up in the mid of the road and at the same time I thanked the God overlooking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that point of time I also remembered another incident which had happened to me back in Kerala while I was in school. I happened to be going somewhere but I dont remember where. So, I got down from this bus and had meant to cross the road when another bus came across the bend without any notice (read horn) and I had to jump back from the road. Had I not jumped back I would surely have become a poster. The conductor of the bus let out a loud whistle and said back to me "have u told at home that u wont be returning back today". I felt annoyed by the comment but at the same time I felt a smile of pain cross my lips as the depth of what he had said crossed my mind. Since then I have narrated this incident a lot of times to whole lot of people at a whole lot of situations and to whoever is ready to listen coz I still feel it as fresh in my mind and that if I dont tell people I will be at fault. And I feel a pang of guilt even today for having given that creature an opportunity to say those kind of words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when where who what how any incident may hurt you. Not physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe day. And thanks for reading this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6210033932386669590?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6210033932386669590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6210033932386669590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6210033932386669590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6210033932386669590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-on-road.html' title='Lost on the road'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2297649509202754436</id><published>2009-05-22T16:03:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:15:52.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricks of photography'/><title type='text'>Right angle of photography! - part 1</title><content type='html'>The right angle while clicking photographs can make all the difference! Don't believe. scroll and have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMm2ALxI/AAAAAAAABhI/mk_LM7URawM/s1600-h/20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596461879766802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMm2ALxI/AAAAAAAABhI/mk_LM7URawM/s320/20.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMXlYu1I/AAAAAAAABhA/3gCZTUhuuVY/s1600-h/19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596457783540562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMXlYu1I/AAAAAAAABhA/3gCZTUhuuVY/s320/19.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMBjtvzI/AAAAAAAABg4/E3O8mJj578Y/s1600-h/18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596451870949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMBjtvzI/AAAAAAAABg4/E3O8mJj578Y/s320/18.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMGwLp8I/AAAAAAAABgw/-BkIdkQVXio/s1600-h/17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596453265418178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMGwLp8I/AAAAAAAABgw/-BkIdkQVXio/s320/17.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBLxX2JlI/AAAAAAAABgo/c9Q9ZoUyvR4/s1600-h/16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596447526200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBLxX2JlI/AAAAAAAABgo/c9Q9ZoUyvR4/s320/16.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595758467496082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjqbcuJI/AAAAAAAABgg/pOHhYsSPptc/s320/15.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjXXWZ_I/AAAAAAAABgY/cyhmCMnxOdw/s1600-h/14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595753350031346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjXXWZ_I/AAAAAAAABgY/cyhmCMnxOdw/s320/14.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjP0mVJI/AAAAAAAABgQ/zH8M6_2Jux4/s1600-h/13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595751325226130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjP0mVJI/AAAAAAAABgQ/zH8M6_2Jux4/s320/13.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjF_49ZI/AAAAAAAABgI/6r9QWHZsqhM/s1600-h/12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595748688229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAjF_49ZI/AAAAAAAABgI/6r9QWHZsqhM/s320/12.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAi8b-i3I/AAAAAAAABgA/j-wY2C0-a-w/s1600-h/11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595746121681778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaAi8b-i3I/AAAAAAAABgA/j-wY2C0-a-w/s320/11.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2297649509202754436?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/ShaBMm2ALxI/AAAAAAAABhI/mk_LM7URawM/s72-c/20.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8765556479617838986</id><published>2009-05-22T15:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:00:56.521+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhymes'/><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle little star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the full version of the nursery rhyme which is the most remembered one by any adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wonder what you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up above the world so high,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a diamond in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blazing sun is gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he nothing shines upon,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you show your little light,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the traveller in the dark,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks you for your tiny spark,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He could not see which way to go,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you did not twinkle so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark blue sky you keep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And often through my curtains peep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you never shut your eye,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till the sun is in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your bright and tiny spark,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lights the traveller in the dark,-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I know not what you are,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8765556479617838986?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8765556479617838986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8765556479617838986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8765556479617838986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Murphology - Personalized</title><content type='html'>When you need company for lunch no one will be able to give you the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you want to be left all alone during lunch time with only your favorite book and both your legs comfortably seated on the opposite chair, someone or the other will find that the only seat empty in the whole of the cafeteria is the one on which your legs are comfortably rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8178253957539192673?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8178253957539192673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4838337372561812032</id><published>2009-05-06T16:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:20:50.426+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate link'/><title type='text'>Insane while Sane</title><content type='html'>Lack of sleep and the bite of mosquitoes are so overwhelming that they can cause any sane person to go insane. I am an advocate by profession and one of these days I was working on some agreements and contracts in my professional life. It is said that whatever you do in the course of the day provides the source of what you dream in the sub-conscious stage which is known as dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine night I was safely lodged in my bed of comfort and lost in sleep (I won’t say dreams coz there were no dreams at that time), when suddenly there is darkness everywhere (I know its night and there is supposed to be darkness but in this case the inverter technology was being used and the inverter had died down after the electricity had been cut-off for 2 hrs). And so there was darkness and the whole household was rendered without fan or light (light would have not served any purpose at that time but fan would have). And so there was darkness and no electricity and then there came this horrible species of mosquitoes that take the pleasure of buzzing around you and sucking out your blood unless you raise your tail and ward them off. Of course a world without these mosquitoes would have been heaven for people like us who constantly live in the danger of being bitten by mosquitoes and catching some unpronounceable disease. So the coming of mosquitoes was directly proportional in the going away of my sweet sleep. The larger the number of mosquitoes, the greater the amount of sleep I was losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that tragic time, anyone would have lost his sleep, even a person after a hard day’s work. But I, I did not lose my cool and tried to solve the situation ASAP. I proposed an agreement. An agreement with the team leader of the mosquitoes that they will forget that I am a human containing sweet blood and it is their duty to trouble me and in return for their this consideration me and my family will not attack them with any mosquito repellants or any other device used for squatting mosquitoes including our own hands. The TL in consultation with his colleagues reluctantly agreed to my terms and conditions. Oblivious to the fact that I was being tampered with by these cold blooded mosquitoes, my family was having a sound sleep. So I did not bother to wake them up and signed the agreement in my own capacity but not without one further condition from the TL. And that was to sign the damned agreement with MY own blood. The TL had surely got me in his claws. I had never shed my own blood with my own hands except for at the time when we had founded the secret seven society in school and had required the seven members to swear by their own blood that they will not reveal their identity come what may (as if I remember as to who I used to be. Maybe Janet or even Peter or was I George?). Nevertheless, to escape the wrath of the blood sucking mosquitoes I had to do what they wanted. I had to give in to their request of signing with my blood. But there was a catch. Being a lawyer I could not leave them with such an easy agreement. Sure enough I asked them as to whose blood are they going to shed in order to sign the same agreement. The TL started laughing. I could not fathom the joke at first because the sleep ridden brain was failing to respond properly to any event. But slowly things came into a clear picture and I understood. These stupid mosquitoes had been sucking my blood for so long that whoever did the signatures it was my blood that would be shed ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all said and done, we had entered into a Gentleman’s promise. But then gentleman’s promise is only for gentleman and not for gentle ladies and hard stinged mosquitoes. As soon as the agreement was signed by my blood from both the sides and the mosquitoes having had their fill of my offering began their attack in full force. I appealed to their TL but he shrugged and showed his helplessness by saying that his colleagues do not obey him any longer after having signed any agreement with the opposite party. They do as they wish and it is beyond his capacity to stop them. But he gave me one solution. That their manager can stop these mosquitoes from misbehaving. But the whereabouts of the manager was unknown at this point of time as he was hard at work on another subject and to reach him and bring him here would take another day. I had first thought that I will take the risk of waiting for the manager but then something else clicked and I was forced to consider the fact that the manager wouldn’t be coming alone. He will be coming with a hoard of other employees and that if the manager’s orders fell on deaf ears I would surely be a gone case than I was at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to let the mosquitoes take their own course of action and I took my own. I shook my head like a dog does after having taken a water splash and got ready to beat the pulp out of these damned mosquitoes that have no respect for words given to a fellow living being. Having already lost my sleep I took it upon myself to get rid of these mosquitoes but they were outnumbering me by the second and at last I had to give in to their demands of blood till the time the electricity was restored back in our sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4838337372561812032?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4838337372561812032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4838337372561812032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4838337372561812032'/><link rel='self' 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term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate link'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;20th march, 2009&lt;/strong&gt; - memorable. not for the date. not for the day. just for the fact that i left what i had been enjoying most dese 1 and a half yr. company of some really gud people. ultimately I had decided to move my own CHEESE. and then i too moved with the cheese. change was good. adapting is difficult. wen u get used to some things for a long time and u really enjoy those lively moments in life, u really dont feel like adapting to the change. u tend to become like HEM. but then change is important and advisable too. u need to be someone like HAW who was initially binded to the old cheese but then understood that the best course will be to go in search for the new cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i faced the same situation. i gave up the old cheese in search of new cheese. and i have found my new cheese. but adapting to this new cheese is proving a bit difficult. its not impossible but difficult. the type of casual environment i have always lived is not to be seen till far-off lands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. anyways. 29thmarch. last day in Noida office. shifted to gurgaon. gurgaon boring. trying to adapt. adapting difficult. end of story. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3040015774427470680?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3040015774427470680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3040015774427470680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SdHMgs-JD9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/HgrIM6BUS7w/s1600-h/ATgAAABtIytWPgnSXGKzkh8N6whaLvTgKaTaP7apuikR6Ep3ZbgR04rWkJcJIUDHQPNijRG6x8wj7XwWwwvylmzgsCU-AJtU9VCqz294DEpHVTo9IRLx0ZxaSPII_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319257497100947410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SdHMgs-JD9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/HgrIM6BUS7w/s320/ATgAAABtIytWPgnSXGKzkh8N6whaLvTgKaTaP7apuikR6Ep3ZbgR04rWkJcJIUDHQPNijRG6x8wj7XwWwwvylmzgsCU-AJtU9VCqz294DEpHVTo9IRLx0ZxaSPII_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SdHLp6WvSyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/R2V8qTmFb6A/s1600-h/ATgAAABtIytWPgnSXGKzkh8N6whaLvTgKaTaP7apuikR6Ep3ZbgR04rWkJcJIUDHQPNijRG6x8wj7XwWwwvylmzgsCU-AJtU9VCqz294DEpHVTo9IRLx0ZxaSPII_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is roller coaster. it had not happened before. but it was happening now. i was never a party to such a treatment the whole of my life till date. but then all thing are meant to happen for the first time and u never know wen that first time arrives in ur life and at which stage. u may be wondering as to what mountain has come crashing down on this gal that she is so emotional and senti.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell u wat happened. i have started having lunch ALONE! yes, it was my choice and not chance that i have started having lunch all alone with no one to share my time except for the books which will always be my best friends. i had to take this drastic decision after having joined the current team in gurgaon where i was shifted after a short stint with the earlier team in noida. i have left behind some of the cool friends of all times and now i dont feel like making new friends coz ultimately i will have to leave them behind one day. i made friends in college and then office and now everyone has been taken away from me coz as the elders say "Life has to go on". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? life is so unfair that the friends u make are taken away from u time and again? so that u can meet new ones and forget the old ones? so that life can show u the various colors of personalities in this world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unable to decipher the mysteries of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be contd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7691506551823662625?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7691506551823662625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SdHMgs-JD9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/HgrIM6BUS7w/s72-c/ATgAAABtIytWPgnSXGKzkh8N6whaLvTgKaTaP7apuikR6Ep3ZbgR04rWkJcJIUDHQPNijRG6x8wj7XwWwwvylmzgsCU-AJtU9VCqz294DEpHVTo9IRLx0ZxaSPII_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8896741760913383977</id><published>2009-03-23T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:16:35.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i m loving it (?)</title><content type='html'>new place, new job, i dont know if I should be happy or confused. coz confused is the state that I m feeling now after having left behind some of the coolest friends in office :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, life has to go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8896741760913383977?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5966762933234074569</id><published>2009-02-18T11:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:17:23.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>Recently saw the much-hyped and talked about movie Slumdog Millionaire (henceforth referred to as SM). I found nothing wrong in the way India was depicted though some people feel that it was wrong to depict India in such a pitiable state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one complains when a movie like Metro is made because majority of the Indian audience is able to connect with the movie. No one complains when Imraan Hashmi goes about &lt;em&gt;kissing&lt;/em&gt; all his heroines in all his movies. No one complains when there is skin show in the movie much more than what is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our Indians feel that India is much more than slums and goons and poverty. Very true. I agree with all of the persons who say that India is much more than these things. I agree India is about corporate houses and outsourcing culture, India is about fashion and glamour, India is about models and beauties, India is about tourism and beautiful places, India is about Taj Mahal and all the other places that could not make the list, India is about kings and palaces, India is about religion and secularism, India is about yogis and snake charmers, India is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is also true that INDIA is about slums too. India is about poverty too. India is about goons too. India is about corrupt leaders too. India is about bad politics too. India is about riots too. India is about sex workers too. India is about child labour too. India is about child abuse too. India is about breaking traffic rules too. India is about rash driving too. India is about killing christian missionaries too. India is about clashes between Hindus and Muslims too. India is about tension in Kashmir too. India is about tension in North-East too. India is about Kargil too. India is about cold war with Pakistan too. India is about bomb blasts too. India is about terrorism too. India is about disrupted law and order too. Still India is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way India is and its depiction in SM is not at all an atrocity on the Indian movie-lovers. The face of real India which is so aptly shown in SM is not against the corporate culture. SM is very true to its title though with some glitches here and there. I belive it is an English movie and was meant largely for International audience which is why 2 poor kids suddenly start speaking English when they land up in Agra after having escaped from the so-called Orphanage. How Anil Kapoor, the host of "Who wants to be a Millionaire" show insults Jamal is a slap on all the wealthy people who treat poors badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked the scene in which the child who is trained to sing is blinded by the goons for begging (Arvind). Liking in the sense that it was so very well handled that even I felt a vomitting-sensation well up within me like the other young kid who was a witness to the happening (Salim). The way the events were linked was also very well directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the movie has nothing to be not liked about. It is a hard reality which is indeed very hard to accept but still needs to be accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5966762933234074569?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5966762933234074569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5966762933234074569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5966762933234074569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5966762933234074569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5862546882862232794</id><published>2009-02-13T11:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:01:32.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Story...</title><content type='html'>A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked,"Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied,"I already have someone to cut my lawn."&lt;br /&gt;"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. The little boy found more perseverance and offered,"Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your side walk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida."&lt;br /&gt;Again the woman answered in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5862546882862232794?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5862546882862232794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5862546882862232794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5862546882862232794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5862546882862232794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-story.html' title='A Sweet Story...'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1019920933939722388</id><published>2009-02-04T10:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:25:41.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>I donn wann anyone's praise,&lt;br /&gt;I donn wann anyone's solidarity,&lt;br /&gt;I donn wann any of these things in this world of cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donn wanna this 'coz they won't let me to be what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;They want to make me what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sorry I don't want to borrow someone else's spectacles to view myself with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1019920933939722388?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1019920933939722388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1019920933939722388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1019920933939722388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1019920933939722388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-653075714493967352</id><published>2009-01-15T10:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:35:26.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>It is not everyday that you have the pleasure of experiencing God's presence and that too as close as your own heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that nature shows itself in places you may never have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you get to realise that there is a power that holds on to you which is beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you appreciate the life given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you wake up and thank God for a beautiful day and a beautiful life irrespective of what hardships you are facing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you see a pre-mature baby born @ 6 months being fed in the nursery of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you encounter the mother of a 6 month pre-mature baby watching intently her baby in the nursery not missing even a pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you appreciate the utmost care taken by the nurses of their patients though internally they may be fighting a war aginst their employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you smile at a stranger and make him wonder the reason for the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that a stranger smiles at you and you return that smile irrespective of the fact that the stranger is a male or a female, a black or a white, a child or an elder, well-dressed or poorly dressed, a janitor or a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you do an act of unselfishness and totally forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you help the needful though they may be in need of help and you are capable enough to render that help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that life shows you its many colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you thank the nurse as profusely as you thank a doctor for having taken the care of your wife while she was in the labor room expecting your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you thank your hubby for having sat beside you the entire time you were in the hospital because you think it was part of his duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you see the happiness on your mother's face when she holds up her new born grand-daughter for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you see your father rush to the hospital in a great hurry so that he is in time to greet the arrival of the new member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that you thank God for so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that 15th day of January, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I had held a half-an-hour old baby in my 25 yr old hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I had felt the presence of God so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I felt nature so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I felt a miracle so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I had felt the power of conception is the biggest gift given to a women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I had thanked God for having made me a women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time for so many things that I am short of words to express them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I hold a new born baby in my hands and keep admiring her sleeping face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I enjoy the pleasure of sitting idle and watch the baby playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I get the chance to change nappies of my new born niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I look forward to evening approaching fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I wait for the office to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I pray to God that we are not stranded at any red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I thank God for having given me a beautiful niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I see the twinkle in my mom's, dad's eyes when they hold up their first grand-child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now everyday that I thank God...just simply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-653075714493967352?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/653075714493967352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=653075714493967352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/653075714493967352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/653075714493967352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2097090235720173186</id><published>2009-01-07T16:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:39:52.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i won't tell you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause sometimes I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m controlling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I get mad sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m clingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I like to be around people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m greedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I like to be satisfied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m conceited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I'm proud of who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m rude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause my manners aren't perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2097090235720173186?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8658122749573465064</id><published>2009-01-01T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:13:24.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cognizant 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>Rays of the sun befall the dew drop, making it glow in glee&lt;br /&gt;Birds weave the melody, you love to wake upto, swirling from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;Tabloid in hand, you turn more informed, with each sip of that quintessential tea&lt;br /&gt;You rush to get ready, to see yourself at work, hoping for a chance to flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus life goes by, day after day, joy and woe cheek by jowl&lt;br /&gt;As yoy try to fathom the meaning of life and carve amongst it your role&lt;br /&gt;But then befall things that leave you agape, that make you wake up and take note&lt;br /&gt;Things that set you ticking, episodes that get you thinking, events not heard of before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8658122749573465064?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8658122749573465064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8658122749573465064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8658122749573465064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8658122749573465064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2009/01/cognizant-2009.html' title='Cognizant 2009!!!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5080853007099385445</id><published>2008-12-25T21:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:50:23.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghazini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aamir khan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SVZW8hxGh0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LZfwxdEsQEE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506810622314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SVZW8hxGh0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LZfwxdEsQEE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dec. 25th Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.30 a.m. - Woke up with a prayer to thank GOD that Ghazini is at last releasing (including a thanks to the Mumbai HC also).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.45 a.m. - Woke up DC (a friend) with a msg. I know it was very stupid, but did not have the energy to call him up and wait! Sent a msg. Mu duty over. End of waking up story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.00 a.m. - Attended to the morning elementary functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.30 a.m. - Called up other members of the First-day-first-show movie gang for an update on their status. 2 were still sleeping soundly. Gave them a gud dose of verbs ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00 a.m. - Waited for breakfast with bated breath. Show timings - 10 a.m. and that too in Patel Nagar and I m still @ home having breakfast :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.15 a.m. - Reach Dilshad Garden Metro Station. Nearest to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.20 - Catch a train to Kashmere Gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.35 - Run like hell to change lines @ Kashmere gate. In b/w all this nonsense of running hither thither, the phone does not stop ringing. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.45 - Alight @ Rajiv Chowk to catch another train. Frantically calling up friends to ask as to which train to board next. Grrrr...plz tell me who booked the &lt;a href="mailto:tickets...@#$%"&gt;tickets...@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.50 - Boarded the next train. Two of my friends are already in the same train as I but am unable to meet them coz of the rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.15 - reach the station near Satyam Cinemas. We three run as if Police is following us or we are following a thief (No, i think we were followed by a dog). Phew!!! I hate exercising in the morning. Guys, I m gonna kill u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.20 - Reach the Multiplex. "I am not a terrorist" "Plz let me go inside" "We can do the checking later". But who listens dese days to the plea of an innocent first-day-first-show-aamir-movie-lover...Oh! Gosh! only if I had owned a theatre. But on a second note, it is right also. Our security is in our hands only. If we do not cooperate then it is we who suffer. If the security is beefed up in public areas like this, it is for our own safety. And we do not stop blaming the authorities for being so negligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.23 - Atlast I am in my seat which is the worst seat I have seen in my movie history. Its rocking like a baby's craddle. Aaargh.... we have already missed the starting scene of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am seated, Aamir is mercilessly beating up someone. Hmmm....now let me watch the movie in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intermission - Till now the movie is awesome with some glithces here n dere. But for Aamir, everything is acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.30 p.m. - Irresistible, incredible, awesome, action-packed, romantic, emotional...I m searching for more words. he...he...he....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank all the guys who made this movie event happening and rocking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SVZfeJiFNII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/al32rPmJZYI/s1600-h/ghajini-2008-7b-1_1228113947_800600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516184325436546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SVZfeJiFNII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/al32rPmJZYI/s320/ghajini-2008-7b-1_1228113947_800600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5080853007099385445?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5080853007099385445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5080853007099385445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5080853007099385445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5080853007099385445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SVZW8hxGh0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LZfwxdEsQEE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6206171373263401718</id><published>2008-12-20T23:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:18:32.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Danger on Road...Happened on June 3rd</title><content type='html'>I was jolted out of my sleep by the screech of a car...it was the car I was travelling in, that had given me the &lt;em&gt;jor ka jhatka dheere se lage&lt;/em&gt; wala jolt. I was sleeping soundly in the front passenger seat (an activity undertaken everyday to &amp;amp; fro the office), when the driver suddenly applies brake and I m thrown forward in my seat (sorry! I wasn't wearing my seatbelt!). I glanced at him with sleep-driven eyes but instead of being sorry for his act he was ponking his horn loud for the cars ahead of us to get lost...and he was also staring at something...I took cue n followed his gaze n 2 my horror saw a dog writhing in pain on the road just 2 metre ahead of us. It was then that the driver told me the reason for the sudden brakes...a car in front of us had ran over the dog and had left it to die in pain. The dog was in so much pain and fully covered in blood that I just couldn't take a look at it the second time. Instantly a prayer left my lips to God to help that dog and to save his soul. But the dog had had his share of destiny written already n I believe HE had penned it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't just muster up the courage to look at the poor dog rather help it to the side of the road. It may be because of many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see a lot of blood flowing (ironically I wanted to be a neurosurgeon @ one point of time which is history now :(&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the guts to pick up the blood drenched dog in my bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the courage to have my car stopped and call for ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was afraid that if I stop the car n get down to help, wat are my cab mates who are sitting in the car going to think. That I was stupid enough to help a DOG n make them late for the office.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have the courage to call up an animal ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!!! man. When I think of that day, I get goosebumps. But I really wish I could have been of some help to a dying animal.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what &lt;em&gt;karma&lt;/em&gt; had been done by the dog, but no animal or human deserves to die in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that life is so unfair with some n very fair with the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that everything has been written for you? Your destiny is pre-destined for you and you are just a puppet come to play his part???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that life has so many questions and so little answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvertheless, I believe God has sent me on this Earth for a purpose...not only me but everyone in this world is here for a purpose...and we need to fulfill that purpose in order to make our existence worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what all this stuff that I have written relates to the life we live, but I do know one thing. Life is a very precious gift by God to any living being and if you show respect to life, it will surely reciprocate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6206171373263401718?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6206171373263401718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6206171373263401718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6206171373263401718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6206171373263401718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/06/danger-on-road.html' title='Danger on Road...Happened on June 3rd'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2760355238271961190</id><published>2008-12-12T15:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:21:32.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Farewell time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;They who go feel not the pain of parting;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is they who stay behind that suffer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just a thought. shifting to a new pilot team within the office on the 15th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2760355238271961190?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2760355238271961190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2760355238271961190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2760355238271961190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2760355238271961190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-time.html' title='Farewell time'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-446633840875192670</id><published>2008-09-03T09:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:07:54.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>It is said that "Life chooses its own destiny". We have no control over birth and death. Man may have developed to the extent of cloning human beings but it has not developed to the extent of controlling birth and death. Wherever you are born, fate has already decided your place and manner of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lot must be thinking &lt;span class=""&gt;की w&lt;/span&gt;hy i am being so senti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason happens to be this - we have had a death at our home today. We don't know who he/she was, from where did he/she come or how did he/she land up at our home. But one thing is for sure की he/she was destined to breath his/her last at our doorstep or rather balcony...&lt;br /&gt;A pigeon was sitting in our balcony in the early hours of the morning today. My brother saw it first &amp;amp; came running into the house asking for dad. Dad was in the washroom at that time. I asked him what it was n he said that a pigeon has messed up itself in a MANJA (the thing used to fly kites). I went out to see it n he was sitting there near the flower pots trying to drink water from the wet ground. When I saw that what the pigeon was thirsty, we instantly brought water for him. My mom put out bajra also for him. He drank the water and ate the bajra.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came out and tried to cut his manja but the pigeon was such tangled up in the manja that unfortunately he had cut himself up. We could not save him. My dad deduced that the pigeon was tangled in the manja 1 or 2 days before which is why it was in such a bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I said that fate has pre-decided our destiny. However we may try to change it but we CANNOT change and control birth and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy for one thing - humne marte hue prani ko paani pilaya. Couldn't save the bird but yes atleast served him before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-446633840875192670?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/446633840875192670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=446633840875192670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/446633840875192670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/446633840875192670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/09/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4040825598415860909</id><published>2008-08-19T22:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:21:32.617+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame'/><title type='text'>not a gud day :(</title><content type='html'>2day seemed to be d baddest or may I say the worst day i hv experienced in office till date. not that i havent been thru bad days earlier but 2day was something different...i came into a depressive mood coz of many reasons which i think was my foolishness to take it on heart. But then it is human nature to feel hurt n i m no exception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dont foster any hurting for long but then some things pinch like pins that they leave a mark somewhere or the other. I will have to learn to accept them and learn from them rather crying over spilt milk...As has been rightly said by a gr8 scholar -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud days give u "Happiness"&lt;br /&gt;Bad days give u "experience"&lt;br /&gt;worst days give u a "lesson"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i asked the forgivings of GOD who is omnipresent and overseeing all things. HE is truly the one before whom i can vent out my heart and that is wat i did today coz i believe that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when GOD has brought you to it, he will take you thru it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned an imp lesson in life thru a friends mail - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE LAW OF GARBAGE TRUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.&lt;br /&gt;So .. Love the people who treat you right and forgive the ones who dont !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4040825598415860909?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4040825598415860909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4040825598415860909&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4040825598415860909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4040825598415860909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-gud-day.html' title='not a gud day :('/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6128489809204409348</id><published>2008-08-08T17:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:00:39.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Varun Bhaiya</title><content type='html'>Today i was in the course of making history in the books of Kabra KHANDAAN....my words would have been written in golden...I would have been a walking role model for the upcoming generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me my Varun bhaiya spoiled all my plans...&lt;br /&gt;Well...i will tell u d whole story...the story goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i.e., 08/08/08 is VARUN BHAIYA's b'day...so i had made up a plan yesterday nite itself dat i will wish him on 08/08/08 @ 8.08 mins!!! Such a gud plan na!!!! but dat stupid, moron, idiot of the century (i know its ur b'day varun) didn't pick up my call wen i called him up on 08/08/08 @ 8.08....he was God damn! sleeping...n he also had the mind to switch off the phone l8r....Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well den he had the intelligence of returning back my call, but u know wat???? i didnt wish him HAPPY B'DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i m not the one to fail so quickly in my mission...now i m gonna still wish him on 08/08/08 @ 8.08 but only the difference is - earlier it would have been in the morning n now its gonna be in the evening ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITIHAAS TO RACH KE RAHEGA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6128489809204409348?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6128489809204409348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6128489809204409348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6128489809204409348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6128489809204409348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-bday-varun-bhaiya.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Varun Bhaiya'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6866389945005958368</id><published>2008-07-14T15:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:47:08.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS NOT “REAL LIFE”</title><content type='html'>Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, Bill Gates gave a speech at a High School about &lt;strong&gt;11 things they did not and will not learn in school&lt;/strong&gt;. He talks about how &lt;em&gt;feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 : The world won’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a company car and expense account until you earn both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it - opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools,they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this.. Thank a Teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6866389945005958368?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6866389945005958368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6866389945005958368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6866389945005958368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6866389945005958368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-is-not-real-life.html' title='SCHOOL IS NOT “REAL LIFE”'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3416189286225145027</id><published>2008-07-13T16:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:37:37.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taoist Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Before Angels &amp;amp; Demons became a worldwide best-seller, the Philosophy ambigram was the most popular design. This was appropriate, as the most significant influence that led to the development of ambigrams was the yin/yang symbol, central to the ancient Chinese philosophy Taoism. As a result of the meditations on the philosophical principles behind yin and yang, the ambigrams render Taoist ideas as visual word-based art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SHnfPqIOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ES6eUVnDA6Q/s1600-h/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222450703012618994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SHnfPqIOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ES6eUVnDA6Q/s200/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The basics of Taoism are concerned with the ebb and flow and natural balances inherent in nature and the lives of human beings as well. Appropriately, the words that were chosen to develop into ambigrams reflect these same principles: ambiguity, symmetry, balance, and synthesis, to name but a few. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taoist philosophy undoubtedly developed in the same way that Western science did– through the observation of nature. It holds that the universe exists in a dynamic state of balance that ebbs and flows with the interplay of opposites: light and dark, male and female, day and night, the seasons, the tides, and the death of one organism supporting the life of another, all exemplify this balance. This is the way of nature, and the word Tao means The Way, or the path. The path is not a straight line. It is the path of least resistance. Taoism holds that water represents The Way best. A stream must yield to every obstacle in its path, yet eventually erodes each one. In its progress from rain to river to ocean, and eventual evaporation, water travels a neverending circuit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These ideas came to be graphically represented by the yin/yang symbol. The two halves are not in opposition, but exist in a complimentary relationship. Taoists do not believe, for instance, that "good" will ever win out over "evil." Rather everything has its positive and negative aspects that cannot be isolated, and that therefore, "good" and "bad" will always exist in a dynamic relationship of ebb and flow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dot of opposing color represents the idea that in every force there exists the seed of the opposite force. That night is created by the sun, ensures the day. That the tide is low in one part of the world when it is high in another means that the two must necessarily reverse. A philosophy cannot be a dogma. It must openmindedly reflect on any fact or point of view. It must be a way of thinking. A framework within which to observe. It may require looking at things from the vantage point of another person, or another culture, or natural system. The complimentary opposite halves, yin and yang, represent this idea as well. One cannot hold to a yin point of view exclusively. North is not "better" than south, nor day "better" than night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambigrams require the viewer to see from different points of view. The selection of words is oriented towards ideas that represent the natural processes that the yin/yang symbol represents and asks that the viewer consider both points of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3416189286225145027?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3416189286225145027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3416189286225145027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3416189286225145027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3416189286225145027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/07/taoist-philosophy.html' title='Taoist Philosophy'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SHnfPqIOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ES6eUVnDA6Q/s72-c/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-604191605784484375</id><published>2008-06-21T19:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:38:46.797+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Says:</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Knowledge&lt;/span&gt; is the foundation of all progress.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge has three components:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Courage&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;indomitable spirit&lt;/span&gt; can make you achieve a lot of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is important to first set a goal, acquire Knowledge to achieve that goal, work hard and have &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; and then you can defeat any problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-604191605784484375?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/604191605784484375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=604191605784484375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/604191605784484375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/604191605784484375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/06/dr-apj-abdul-kalam-says.html' title='Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Says:'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2064429874892778432</id><published>2008-05-30T16:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:45:54.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible'/><title type='text'>Impossible is Nothing...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD_gznDPsEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PR7V3nFcH0o/s1600-h/impossible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD_gznDPsEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PR7V3nFcH0o/s320/impossible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206126871524126786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the following somewhere, and it has to be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance, and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made. And give. Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited,so don’t waste it living somebody else's life.Don’t be trapped in dogma-which is living with the result of other people’s thinking.Don’t let the noise of others opinion drown out your own inner voice.And most important,have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.They somehow already know what you truly want to become.Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty difficult things to do...but IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2064429874892778432?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2064429874892778432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2064429874892778432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2064429874892778432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2064429874892778432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-recently-read-following-somewhere-and.html' title='Impossible is Nothing...!!!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD_gznDPsEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PR7V3nFcH0o/s72-c/impossible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-187485585239400621</id><published>2008-05-28T15:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:11:08.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0oInDPr_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUFTRhGm3xo/s1600-h/white+peacock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205360872696819698" style="FLOAT: middle; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0oInDPr_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUFTRhGm3xo/s320/white+peacock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;Nature&lt;br /&gt;At its best&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Its creature&lt;br /&gt;At its best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;A few drops of dew&lt;br /&gt;In the morn&lt;br /&gt;On green grass of my fervent lawn&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioned rooms&lt;br /&gt;With a chilled weather in june&lt;br /&gt;A weather&lt;br /&gt;That i can tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;To see birds fly&lt;br /&gt;In southerly breeze&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Fly like a bird&lt;br /&gt;With gas breezing sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;A dewy dawn&lt;br /&gt;With bird chirps&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom&lt;br /&gt;With sirens, gongs&lt;br /&gt;And blowing horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;A ray of light&lt;br /&gt;From the sun so bright&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;The microns we slave&lt;br /&gt;To illuminate&lt;br /&gt;Even the darkest corners&lt;br /&gt;Of the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;The starry skies&lt;br /&gt;After the jaded twilight&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;A day so bright&lt;br /&gt;With an endless fight&lt;br /&gt;And almost no night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What to choose&lt;br /&gt;A man&lt;br /&gt;With burning flames of desire&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;A shear ignorance to admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If i am to choose&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;If it already chose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could chose&lt;br /&gt;Or if&lt;br /&gt;I was to decide&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;Just to abide !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-187485585239400621?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0oInDPr_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUFTRhGm3xo/s72-c/white+peacock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7601827901819809886</id><published>2008-05-23T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:27:46.889+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Uncaptured Dreams</title><content type='html'>Confined in the corners of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams lie in hope.&lt;br /&gt;Those were nurtured and cultured since ages,&lt;br /&gt;They are the ramblings of my innocent mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From childhood to youth I grew,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams became many from few.&lt;br /&gt;They blossomed over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts both old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now as I move towards maturity,&lt;br /&gt;My innocence feels demure.&lt;br /&gt;"Will my dreams ever come true?",&lt;br /&gt;This insecurity creeps far and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, everyday when I wake-up,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes add a new vision to my store.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, with a new start,&lt;br /&gt;"My Dreams will come true", I dream this even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7601827901819809886?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7601827901819809886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7601827901819809886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriages ARE made in Heaven</title><content type='html'>Our first meeting was very short.&lt;br /&gt;I din’t speak much. I’d better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we began meeting more.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke less, but heard galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though in the same office,&lt;br /&gt;We met during post office hours.&lt;br /&gt;The weekends were no more mine,&lt;br /&gt;They were all OURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents fumed,&lt;br /&gt;When they came to know.&lt;br /&gt;But I was not able,&lt;br /&gt;To say a firm “NO”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage seemed the only way out.&lt;br /&gt;I was in no hurry, but that’s what “they” were discussing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one fine ‘Saturday’,&lt;br /&gt;The D-Day arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And now I had achieved,&lt;br /&gt;For what I’d always strived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and no more worried.&lt;br /&gt;Coz my Line Manager was getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more staying late and working weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Here, begins my Fairytale as my nightmare ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4977564078369354395?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4977564078369354395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4977564078369354395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4977564078369354395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4977564078369354395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriages-are-made-in-heaven.html' title='Marriages ARE made in Heaven'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-620489596468215633</id><published>2008-05-19T17:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:14:09.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ahmiyat...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tanhai gham deti hai,&lt;br /&gt;aisa logon se suna hai.&lt;br /&gt;tanha hain hum ab tak,&lt;br /&gt;gham ke baare mein ab bhi sirf suna hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahaniyon mein padha hai,&lt;br /&gt;ke pyaar kiya nahi ho jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;aaj-kal to samayrekha tay hai,&lt;br /&gt;vilambh hua to nishaana badal jaata hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saathi ke khoj mein,&lt;br /&gt;bhatakte hain log dar dar,&lt;br /&gt;haasil karne waalon ki durdasha ko dekh,&lt;br /&gt;kaanpta hoon main thar thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaton mein mithas chidkein,&lt;br /&gt;aur chehre par nakaab pehen lete hain.&lt;br /&gt;ek doosre ko samajhna to door ki baat,&lt;br /&gt;svayam apna vyaktitva bhoola dete hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zulfon, hothon aur nigahon mein kho kar,&lt;br /&gt;saat janmon ka vaada karte hain.&lt;br /&gt;punar janam aatma leti hai,&lt;br /&gt;roop nahi,yah sathya magar bhool jaya karte hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chathri jaise rishton ka kya,&lt;br /&gt;jo barsaat ke saath goom ho jaaye.&lt;br /&gt;rishte hon to kalaai ke us dhaage ke samaan,&lt;br /&gt;jo tootne par bhi nishaan chod jaaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na hum chaahe barsaat mein saath,&lt;br /&gt;na humein kalaayiyon mein nishaan chahiye.&lt;br /&gt;hum thaamna chaahein unka haath,&lt;br /&gt;jinka saath humein umr bhar chahiye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apni tamannaon ko bhool,&lt;br /&gt;jaane tyaag mein vo kaisa sukh paayein.&lt;br /&gt;ek aur mahatyaag unhe tab karna pade,&lt;br /&gt;jab apne bachchon ki shaadi unke liye khabar banke aaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhagode premiyon ka kya,&lt;br /&gt;unhe bahaa le jaa rahi pyaar ki kashti hai.&lt;br /&gt;bhugatthe to unke maata-pita hain,&lt;br /&gt;jinke izzat ki uththi arthi hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-620489596468215633?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/620489596468215633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=620489596468215633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/620489596468215633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/620489596468215633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahmiyat.html' title='Ahmiyat...???'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2402480120321926353</id><published>2008-05-19T16:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:56:51.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chetan bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>the 3 mistakes of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SDFi-sgztWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yT8O9_7yOY/s1600-h/img_cover_book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202047873829811554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SDFi-sgztWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yT8O9_7yOY/s320/img_cover_book3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picked up this book yesterday...but didn't get much time to read it thru...has started it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its gud enough like the first (5 point someone) publication by Chetan Bhagat. I didn't like the second one :( though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2402480120321926353?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2402480120321926353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2402480120321926353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2402480120321926353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2402480120321926353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-mistakes-of-my-life.html' title='the 3 mistakes of my life'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SDFi-sgztWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yT8O9_7yOY/s72-c/img_cover_book3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-319400428722704643</id><published>2008-05-16T17:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:22:11.446+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Frost'/><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-319400428722704643?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/319400428722704643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=319400428722704643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/319400428722704643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/319400428722704643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6041162286819087701</id><published>2008-05-16T17:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:22:36.779+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big B&apos;s request (My elder brother)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Frost'/><title type='text'>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</title><content type='html'>Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6041162286819087701?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6629755051105372381</id><published>2008-05-12T13:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:16:32.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaagran'/><title type='text'>Jaagran...contd...</title><content type='html'>As per Varun "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhaiya's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" request I had to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a grave mistake on my part (read uthak baithak...lol...), I did not mention the two lovely ladies..oops!!! gals that were the source of his...ahem...Jaagran!!! n not only his but many others including my Chota B!!! (I m sorry if I disappear after publishing this post...lol)..&lt;br /&gt;The two punjabi girls were the neighbours of my chacha n the cynosure of all eyes (read...males)!!! n sorry varun I have no idea abt their names...maybe u hv..lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N thanks for those encouraging words abt my blog..FEEL GOOD FACTOR is wat I m feeling now...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6629755051105372381?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6629755051105372381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6629755051105372381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6629755051105372381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6629755051105372381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/jaagrancontd.html' title='Jaagran...contd...'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6832646345731904317</id><published>2008-05-11T20:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:23:57.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;"M" is for the million things she gave me,&lt;br /&gt;"O" means only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;"H" is for her heart of purest Gold;&lt;br /&gt;"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,&lt;br /&gt;"R" means Right, and right she'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;Put them all together, they spell&lt;br /&gt;"MOTHER",&lt;br /&gt;A word that means the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6832646345731904317?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6832646345731904317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6832646345731904317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6832646345731904317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6832646345731904317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2215812656945049457</id><published>2008-05-04T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:21:37.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi Book Club Meet</title><content type='html'>Today was the meet...but could not attend it :(...coz there was a jaagran yesterday n i was not in the condition to go anywhere :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the reviews I got from the other members..the meet went smoothly...wish I had been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverthless lets see when is the next time that we hold a meet...i m dying for the next meet to be conducted soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2215812656945049457?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2215812656945049457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2215812656945049457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2215812656945049457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2215812656945049457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/05/delhi-book-club-meet.html' title='Delhi Book Club Meet'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1215437944501442599</id><published>2008-05-04T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:58:21.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dandia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaagran'/><title type='text'>Jaagran</title><content type='html'>zzzzzzzzzzz...yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat all day...oops...I mean to say night (3rd May) in the JAAGRAN at chacha's house in Pitampura. This was the first time that I attended a jaagran. It was sort of fun in the sense that i got to take GOD's name all nite...The bhajans n all were enjoyable n d funniest part was that it was all in punjabi...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we are pake marwaris n dunno much punjaabi...but the mandli that had come for the jaagran was punjabi...(jaagrans are mainly organised by punjabis). Still enjoyed the bhajans sang by them...n also...got to dance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had break (read...snacks) at 3 in the morning...and after taht everyone had started to lose the josh..but still had to keep ourselves moving n clapping otherwise would have had to dance once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In btw all these..my bro Varun was orkuting on his cell....then the inevitable happened...he was called in to dance...lol :)...n he handed his cell to me...u know wat happened then??? I logged out of his orkut n started orkuting myself...lol...then once again the inevitable happened!!! Guess what??? Rite, I was called in to dance!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more funny thing happened during the nite...me n my Big B did Garba on punjabi tune...lol..it was so funny..we were trying to keep in sync with the tune n the dhol wala was trying to keep in sync with our steps...that was really funny...but we did enjoy doing garba after all these years!!! varun also joined us in btw n he did well i must tell u.. after all these long years having lost touch with garba n dandia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention that while we had started garba we were joined in by the elderly ladies of the house!!! Dr. Taiji, Alka Chachi n my mom were the ones to join us!!! My mom never used to do garba in quilon (kerala) at the Gujarati Marwari Samaj function but today she joined us..I m so proud of her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1215437944501442599?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1215437944501442599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1215437944501442599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1215437944501442599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1215437944501442599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/04/jaagran.html' title='Jaagran'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7329742525765729987</id><published>2008-04-07T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:27:29.162+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ANTIMATTER: THE MOST VOLATILE SUBSTANCE KNOWN TO MAN</title><content type='html'>A single droplet of antimatter contains the explosive power of a ten kiloton bomb (Hiroshima.) Antimatter is extremely unstable and explodes when it comes in contact with absolutely anything (even air.) Nonetheless, antimatter is now being produced at CERN in Switzerland, where anti-particles are accelerated around a 27-mile-long circular tunnel... traveling so fast that they complete the enormous circle over 11,000 times per second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.danbrown.com/secrets/bizarre_facts/antimatter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Antimatter is routinely produced at CERN (more than 10 million particles per second.) The World-wide Web was invented at CERN. The world's largest magnet, weighing more than the Eiffel tower, is at CERN. CERN's biggest accelerator is 27 kilometers around, and particles travelling near the speed of light lap it over 11,000 times each second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7329742525765729987?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7329742525765729987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7329742525765729987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7329742525765729987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7329742525765729987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/04/antimatter-most-volatile-substance.html' title='ANTIMATTER: THE MOST VOLATILE SUBSTANCE KNOWN TO MAN'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4587510772691385766</id><published>2008-04-07T17:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:03:52.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Water Water Everywhere, not a drop to drink</title><content type='html'>Day after day, day after day,&lt;br /&gt;We stuck, nor breath nor motion;&lt;br /&gt;As idle as a painted ship&lt;br /&gt;Upon a painted ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, water, everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;And all the boards did shrink;&lt;br /&gt;Water, water, everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any drop to drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4587510772691385766?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4587510772691385766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4587510772691385766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4587510772691385766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4587510772691385766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/04/water-water-everywhere-not-drop-to.html' title='Water Water Everywhere, not a drop to drink'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3901757075659811513</id><published>2008-04-02T16:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:27:02.532+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Women's Poem</title><content type='html'>He didn't like the curry&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't like my cake&lt;br /&gt;He said my biscuits were too hard...&lt;br /&gt;Not like his mother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prepare the coffee right&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like the stew,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mend his socks&lt;br /&gt;The way his mother used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there anything I could do&lt;br /&gt;To match his mother's shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled as I saw light&lt;br /&gt;One thing I could definitely do&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and slapped him tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like his mother used to!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3901757075659811513?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3901757075659811513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3901757075659811513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3901757075659811513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3901757075659811513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/04/womens-poem.html' title='A Women&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-2280353605755382491</id><published>2008-03-24T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:06:28.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God's Answer</title><content type='html'>A person asked GOD, "what surprises u most about mankind?"GOD answered: "They lose thier health to make money &amp;amp; then lose their money to restore their health. By thinking anxiously about the future, they forge the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future. They live as if they will never die, &amp;amp; they die as if they had never lived...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-2280353605755382491?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/2280353605755382491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=2280353605755382491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2280353605755382491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/2280353605755382491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-answer.html' title='God&apos;s Answer'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7590873468509794844</id><published>2008-03-20T13:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:07:49.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EQUINOX</title><content type='html'>An equinox in astronomy is that moment in time (not a whole day) when the center of the Sun can be observed to be directly above the Earth's equator, occurring around &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 20 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 23 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More technically, at an equinox, the Sun is at one of two opposite points on the celestial sphere where the celestial equator (i.e. declination 0) and ecliptic intersect. These points of intersection are called equinoctial points—the vernal point and the autumnal point. By extension, the term equinox may be used to denote an equinoctial point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is either an equinox (autumn and spring) or a solstice (summer and winter) on approximately the 21st day of the last month of every quarter of the calendar year. On a day which has an equinox, the center of the Sun will spend a nearly equal amount of time above and below the horizon at every location on Earth and night and day will be of nearly the same length. The word equinox derives from the Latin words &lt;em&gt;aequus&lt;/em&gt; (equal) and &lt;em&gt;nox&lt;/em&gt; (night).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7590873468509794844?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7590873468509794844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7590873468509794844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7590873468509794844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7590873468509794844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/03/equinox.html' title='EQUINOX'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8859945411756998583</id><published>2008-02-26T12:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:18:53.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame'/><title type='text'>$You can put the Blame on Me...$</title><content type='html'>As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;things that haven't occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;and things that they don't want to take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I left you home&lt;br /&gt;I was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I had to move&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;Could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I would neglect&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep at night when I am not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in the streets like everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the things that I did not say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are the best thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;And how I'm so proud to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there's some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the reason for your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the things that he put you through&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay busy until you heard from dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you would rather be home with all your kids&lt;br /&gt;As one big family with love and bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though pops treated us like kings&lt;br /&gt;He got a second wife and you didn't agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and left you there all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that your son was once a thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I grew up way to fast&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would of listened and not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that your life turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there's some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the reason for your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long to see&lt;br /&gt;But they were dead wrong trying to put it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long to speak&lt;br /&gt;But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt&lt;br /&gt;And for the embarrassment that she felt&lt;br /&gt;She's just a little young girl trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;But daddy should of never let her out that young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut downI&lt;br /&gt;hope they manage better next time around&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know she was underage&lt;br /&gt;In a 21 and older club they say&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anybody want to take blame&lt;br /&gt;Verizon backed out disgracing my name&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer trying to entertain&lt;br /&gt;Because I love my fans I'll take that blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that blame from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! I m not a gr8 fan of english music but the sheer content of this song has caught my attention and emotions as well...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8859945411756998583?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8859945411756998583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8859945411756998583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8859945411756998583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8859945411756998583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-can-put-blame-on-me.html' title='$You can put the Blame on Me...$'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4114371323937701691</id><published>2008-02-25T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:03:52.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Ratio/The divine Proportion - PHI</title><content type='html'>In mathematics and the arts, two quantities are in the golden ratio if the ratio between the sum of those quantities and the larger one is the same as the ratio between the larger one and the smaller. The golden ratio is approximately 1.6180339887&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Phi?&lt;br /&gt;Phi ( = 1.618033988749895... ), most often pronounced fi like "fly", is simply an irrational number like pi ( p = 3.14159265358979... ), but one with many unusual mathematical properties. Unlike pi, which is a transcendental number, phi is the solution to a quadratic equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phi is the basis for the Golden Section, Ratio or Mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ratio, or proportion, determined by Phi (1.618 ...) was known to the Greeks as the "dividing a line in the extreme and mean ratio" and to Renaissance artists as the "&lt;u&gt;Divine Proportion&lt;/u&gt;". It is also called the Golden Section, Golden Ratio and the Golden Mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phi, like Pi, is a ratio defined by a geometric construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as pi (p) is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, phi () is simply the ratio of the line segments that result when a line is divided in one very special and unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldennumber.net/nature.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4114371323937701691?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4114371323937701691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4114371323937701691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4114371323937701691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4114371323937701691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/golden-ratio-phi.html' title='The Golden Ratio/The divine Proportion - PHI'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5791293815926066548</id><published>2008-02-25T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:39:34.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Divine Proportion and Life</title><content type='html'>"All life is biology.  All biology is physiology.  All physiology is chemistry.  All chemistry is physics.  All physics is math."&lt;br /&gt;                               - Dr. Stephen Marquardt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5791293815926066548?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5791293815926066548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5791293815926066548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5791293815926066548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5791293815926066548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/divine-proportion-and-life.html' title='The Divine Proportion and Life'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-571735191452739917</id><published>2008-02-21T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:19:35.575+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge&lt;br /&gt;That myth is more potent than history&lt;br /&gt;I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts&lt;br /&gt;That hope always triumphs over experience&lt;br /&gt;That laughter is the only cure for grief&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that love is stronger than death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-571735191452739917?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/571735191452739917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=571735191452739917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/571735191452739917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/571735191452739917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3451622060078879917</id><published>2008-02-19T17:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:40:53.577+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Advent of Underwater Colour Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0vm3DPsBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cotosRK-CAU/s1600-h/hogfish-237828-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0vm3DPsBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cotosRK-CAU/s320/hogfish-237828-ga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205369088969256978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater color photography was born with the shot of a hogfish, photographed off the Florida Keys in the Gulf of Mexico by Dr. William Longley and National Geographic staff photographer Charles Martin in 1926. Equipped with cameras encased in waterproof housing and pounds of highly explosive magnesium flash powder for underwater illumination, the pair pioneered underwater photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3451622060078879917?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3451622060078879917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3451622060078879917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3451622060078879917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3451622060078879917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/advent-of-underwater-colour-photography.html' title='Advent of Underwater Colour Photography'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0vm3DPsBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cotosRK-CAU/s72-c/hogfish-237828-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3165225796335178546</id><published>2008-02-19T17:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:41:56.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Milestones in Underwater Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0v4nDPsCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xb1yA0iyVl0/s1600-h/flash-light-explosion-565499-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0v4nDPsCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xb1yA0iyVl0/s320/flash-light-explosion-565499-ga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205369393911935010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blast of highly explosive magnesium flash powder allowed photographers Longley and Martin to photograph underwater life for the first time. When the men wanted to take a photograph, they clicked the camera’s shutter, which tripped a battery on a raft they dragged behind them. The battery, in turn, triggered the magnesium powder explosion, which illuminated the sea down to 15 feet (4.6 meters).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3165225796335178546?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3165225796335178546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3165225796335178546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3165225796335178546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3165225796335178546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/blast-of-highly-explosive-magnesium.html' title='Milestones in Underwater Photography'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0v4nDPsCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xb1yA0iyVl0/s72-c/flash-light-explosion-565499-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-219186109590942543</id><published>2008-02-18T13:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:44:30.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yin n Yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0wf3DPsDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ath6MxIrSRs/s1600-h/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0wf3DPsDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ath6MxIrSRs/s320/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205370068221800498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese Philosophy, yin and yang are generalized descriptions of the antitheses or mutual correlations in human perceptions of phenomena in the natural world, combining to create a unity of opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dual concepts of yin and yang (or heaven and earth) describe two primal opposing but complementary principles or cosmic forces said to be found in all non-static objects and processes in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image below (scroll down plz) showing yin-yang is a circle (presenting taijitu- the initial unity of universe) with two parts: white part presents yang and black part presents yin. Two parts pass through each other on a line because yin and yang are never separated, such as if people do not know what bad is, they do not know what good is. There is a small black round in white part and so is in black part; that presents the philosophy: "yang in yin, yin in yang" (for example: though water is fluid-yin, water is also hydraulic-yang); if yin is not in yang, yang is not yang and so on (everything have two aspects). Neither white part nor black part is a semicircle because there is never absolute balance between yin and yang. There is always a stronger aspect and a weaker aspect; that presents the philosophy: "Whenever yin is stronger, yang is weaker and so on". If the circle is divided into two by any diameter, black or white colour never cover all of the area of a segment because universe is never in all yin or all yang.&lt;br /&gt;On the opinion of stay, two parts are put together in a circle; that is unity. On the other hand, on the opinion of motion, two parts are contradict aspects, they fight and interchange each other; whenever the trend of yin increases, the trend of yang decreases and so on. At the specific time when yin is extreme, yin starts to grow into yang and so on (for example: day after night, night after day). The unity maintains universe and the contradiction is the stimulation of the universe's development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to put it: In good there is always a little bit of evil, in evil there is always a little bit of good - everything has two aspects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-219186109590942543?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/219186109590942543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=219186109590942543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/219186109590942543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/219186109590942543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/yin-n-yang.html' title='Yin n Yang'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SD0wf3DPsDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ath6MxIrSRs/s72-c/200px-Yin_and_Yang_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-734686040148363658</id><published>2008-02-18T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:08:35.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in d bizniz of blogging after a short gap (had 2 go 2 Manu Bhai's marriage in Jabalpur). Enjoyed my holidays..dey were like a bliss come true :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-734686040148363658?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/734686040148363658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=734686040148363658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/734686040148363658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/734686040148363658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-9022427813574994548</id><published>2008-02-08T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:46:33.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Office Party</title><content type='html'>At last the excitement of going to an office party has died down. Yesterday dere was a party of our office in Greatre Noida n I had gone dere. But 2 tel d truth I have no longer d zeal 2 go 2 another office party of our company. Had 2 go just coz I had participated in d quiz contest n dat 2 we lost...:(&lt;br /&gt;It got very late while returning back, around after 12 in d nite. But the party was not 2 exciting as I had thought it would have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-9022427813574994548?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/9022427813574994548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=9022427813574994548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9022427813574994548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9022427813574994548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/02/office-party.html' title='Office Party'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3110855554100246612</id><published>2008-01-03T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:52:47.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enlightened Perspective</title><content type='html'>I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That when you're in love, it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That just one person saying to me,"You've made my day!" makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That being kind is more important than being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That you should never say no to a gift from a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That money doesn't buy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord didn't do it all in one day.What makes me think I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That life is tough, but I'm tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That I can't choose how I feel, but Ican choose what I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...&lt;br /&gt;That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;br /&gt;That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3110855554100246612?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3110855554100246612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3110855554100246612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3110855554100246612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3110855554100246612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/enlightened-perspective.html' title='Enlightened Perspective'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4349620864339394039</id><published>2008-01-02T15:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:53:41.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>d element of surprise</title><content type='html'>Many folk like to know beforehand what is to be set on the table; but those who have laboured to prepare the feast like to keep their secret; for wonder makes the words of praise louder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4349620864339394039?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4349620864339394039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4349620864339394039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4349620864339394039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4349620864339394039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-element-of-surprise.html' title='d element of surprise'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1935283026252118397</id><published>2008-01-02T15:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:17:17.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><title type='text'>I will be a healer</title><content type='html'>I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1935283026252118397?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3746580805142801818</id><published>2008-01-02T12:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:15:05.064+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><title type='text'>Put this engraving on my Tombstone</title><content type='html'>Though here at journey's end I lie&lt;br /&gt;in darkness buried deep,&lt;br /&gt;beyond all towers strong and high,&lt;br /&gt;beyond all mountains steep,&lt;br /&gt;above all shadows rides the Sun&lt;br /&gt;and Stars for ever dwell:&lt;br /&gt;I will not say the Day is done,&lt;br /&gt;nor bid the Stars farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3746580805142801818?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3746580805142801818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3746580805142801818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3746580805142801818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3746580805142801818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/put-this-engraving-on-my-tombstone.html' title='Put this engraving on my Tombstone'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4170223526959219024</id><published>2008-01-02T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:42:40.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>do ur duty</title><content type='html'>'Follow what may, great deeds are not lessened in worth,'&lt;br /&gt; 'Great deed was the riding of the Paths of the Dead, and great it shall remain, though none be left in the WORLD to sing of it in the days that are to come.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4170223526959219024?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4170223526959219024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4170223526959219024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4170223526959219024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4170223526959219024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-ur-duty.html' title='do ur duty'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4681767678878603572</id><published>2008-01-02T12:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:18:39.046+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need brooks no delay, yet late is better than never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4681767678878603572?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6000098410972148906</id><published>2008-01-02T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:05:09.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday is approaching...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be certain to bring worse than today, for many days to come. And there is nothing more that I can do to help it. The board is set, and the pieces are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am no warrior at all and dislike any thought of battle; but waiting on the edge of one that I can't escape is worst of all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6000098410972148906?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6000098410972148906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6000098410972148906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6000098410972148906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6000098410972148906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/doomsday-is-approaching.html' title='Doomsday is approaching...'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8595208907148445497</id><published>2008-01-02T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:00:37.692+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP!!!</title><content type='html'>If you have walked all these days with closed ears and mind asleep, wake up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The mightiest man may be slain by one arrow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8595208907148445497?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8595208907148445497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8595208907148445497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8595208907148445497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8595208907148445497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up.html' title='WAKE UP!!!'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5469588696781505249</id><published>2008-01-02T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:41:30.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time is important</title><content type='html'>'Time does not tarry ever but change and growth is not in all things and places alike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rich are the hours, though short they seem."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5469588696781505249?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5469588696781505249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5469588696781505249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5469588696781505249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5469588696781505249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-is-important.html' title='Time is important'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6755435275863565686</id><published>2008-01-02T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:33:13.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Believe in urself &amp; ur friends as well...</title><content type='html'>Even now there is hope left. I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is, and in part also what shall be. But this I will say to you: your Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while all the Company is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6755435275863565686?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6755435275863565686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6755435275863565686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6755435275863565686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6755435275863565686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/believe-in-urself-ur-friends-as-well.html' title='Believe in urself &amp; ur friends as well...'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-5979285009439668530</id><published>2008-01-02T11:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:30:39.438+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love is everywhere</title><content type='html'>The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-5979285009439668530?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/5979285009439668530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=5979285009439668530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5979285009439668530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/5979285009439668530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-everywhere.html' title='Love is everywhere'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8420969130112710692</id><published>2008-01-02T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:29:06.392+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Destiny is not ours 2 choose</title><content type='html'>However it may prove, one must tread the path that need chooses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8420969130112710692?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1212084152777167726</id><published>2008-01-02T11:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:27:55.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1212084152777167726?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1212084152777167726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1212084152777167726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1212084152777167726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1212084152777167726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/faithless-is-he-that-says-farewell-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8797496841036553780</id><published>2008-01-02T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:26:00.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8797496841036553780?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8797496841036553780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8797496841036553780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8797496841036553780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8797496841036553780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-must-be-trod-but-it-will-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-8688218245428511556</id><published>2008-01-02T11:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:20:25.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Study ur enemy</title><content type='html'>It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill. But such falls and betrayals, alas, have happened before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-8688218245428511556?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/8688218245428511556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=8688218245428511556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8688218245428511556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/8688218245428511556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/study-ur-enemy.html' title='Study ur enemy'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6679135264430451775</id><published>2008-01-02T11:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:19:56.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My anger is dangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They drew away from me, for they felt the coming of my anger and they dared not face it while the Sun was in the sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6679135264430451775?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6679135264430451775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6679135264430451775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6679135264430451775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6679135264430451775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-drew-away-from-me-for-they-felt.html' title='My anger is dangerous'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-6321171983476241975</id><published>2008-01-02T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:18:05.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-6321171983476241975?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/6321171983476241975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=6321171983476241975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6321171983476241975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/6321171983476241975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-that-breaks-thing-to-find-out-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3758580254717341928</id><published>2008-01-02T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:14:00.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time will Shine</title><content type='html'>There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3758580254717341928?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3758580254717341928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3758580254717341928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3758580254717341928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3758580254717341928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-will-shine.html' title='Time will Shine'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7126393089753379162</id><published>2008-01-02T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:10:03.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All dat glitters is not gold</title><content type='html'>All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;br /&gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;br /&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;br /&gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;br /&gt;A light from the shadows shall spring;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;br /&gt;The crownless again shall be king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7126393089753379162?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7126393089753379162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7126393089753379162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7126393089753379162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7126393089753379162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-dat-glitters-is-not-gold.html' title='All dat glitters is not gold'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1852432523906666053</id><published>2008-01-02T11:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:04:56.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trust me always</title><content type='html'>You can trust me to stick to you through thick and thin — to the bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;And you can trust me to keep any secret of yours — closer than you keep it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot trust me to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1852432523906666053?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1852432523906666053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1852432523906666053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1852432523906666053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1852432523906666053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/trust-me-always.html' title='Trust me always'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1085045609621335403</id><published>2008-01-02T11:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:02:11.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought 4 d day</title><content type='html'>The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1085045609621335403?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1085045609621335403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1085045609621335403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1085045609621335403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1085045609621335403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-4-d-day.html' title='Thought 4 d day'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-744284885526946217</id><published>2008-01-02T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:01:29.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Avail d opportunities in life</title><content type='html'>Still round the corner there may wait&lt;br /&gt;A new road or a secret gate,&lt;br /&gt;And though we pass them by today,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we may come this way&lt;br /&gt;And take the hidden paths that run&lt;br /&gt;Towards the Moon or to the Sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-744284885526946217?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/744284885526946217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=744284885526946217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/744284885526946217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/744284885526946217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/avail-d-opportunities-in-life.html' title='Avail d opportunities in life'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-1552317631970311694</id><published>2008-01-02T10:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:00:17.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Going 2 work &amp; back...</title><content type='html'>Home is behind, the world ahead,&lt;br /&gt;And there are many paths to tread&lt;br /&gt;Through shadows to the edge of night,&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars are all alight.&lt;br /&gt;Then world behind and home ahead,&lt;br /&gt;We'll wander back to home and bed.&lt;br /&gt;Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,&lt;br /&gt;Away shall fade! Away shall fade!&lt;br /&gt;Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,&lt;br /&gt;And then to bed! And then to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-1552317631970311694?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/1552317631970311694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=1552317631970311694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1552317631970311694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/1552317631970311694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-2-work-back.html' title='Going 2 work &amp; back...'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-737871046266243026</id><published>2008-01-02T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:56:44.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I m against capital punishment</title><content type='html'>Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-737871046266243026?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/737871046266243026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=737871046266243026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/737871046266243026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/737871046266243026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-m-against-capital-punishment.html' title='I m against capital punishment'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-3368497674288872071</id><published>2008-01-02T10:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:21:12.332+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><title type='text'>Black Speech</title><content type='html'>Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,&lt;br /&gt;One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-3368497674288872071?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/3368497674288872071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=3368497674288872071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3368497674288872071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/3368497674288872071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-speech.html' title='Black Speech'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-4054202647333639701</id><published>2008-01-02T10:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:49:37.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The journey has 2 go on...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Road goes ever on and on&lt;br /&gt;Down from the door where it began.&lt;br /&gt;Now far ahead the Road has gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I must follow, if I can,&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing it with weary feet,&lt;br /&gt;Until it joins some larger way,&lt;br /&gt;Where many paths and errands meet.&lt;br /&gt;And whither then? I cannot say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-4054202647333639701?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/4054202647333639701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=4054202647333639701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4054202647333639701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/4054202647333639701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-goes-ever-on-and-on-down-from-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-9178511926561199534</id><published>2007-11-28T01:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:04:12.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sanjay Dutt granted bail by SC</title><content type='html'>Actor Sanjay Dutt was granted bail 2day by the SC. the other convicts who were convicted under the Arms Act were also granted bail by the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m really happy dat he got bail...wel he is indeed a gud actor...n such a harsh verdict was surely 2 cause a downside in his career...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-9178511926561199534?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/9178511926561199534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=9178511926561199534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9178511926561199534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9178511926561199534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2007/11/sanjay-dutt-granted-bail-by-sc.html' title='Sanjay Dutt granted bail by SC'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-7190545851544828912</id><published>2007-11-27T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:52:43.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Writing/Reverse Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mirror writing is formed by writing in the direction that is the reverse of the natural way for a given language, such that the result is the mirror image of normal writing: it appears normal when it is reflected in a mirror. It is sometimes used as an extremely primitive form of cipher. The most common modern usage of mirror writing can be found on the front of ambulances, where the word "AMBULANCE" is often written in very large mirrored text, so that drivers see the word the right way around in their rear-view mirror—and understand why they hear a loud siren behind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Research suggests that the ability to do mirror writing is probably inherited and caused by &lt;strong&gt;atypical language organisation&lt;/strong&gt; in the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="Leonardo da Vinci" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_da_Vinci"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-7190545851544828912?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/7190545851544828912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=7190545851544828912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7190545851544828912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/7190545851544828912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2007/11/mirror-writingreverse-writing.html' title='Mirror Writing/Reverse Writing'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-637123819753589908</id><published>2007-11-27T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:57:15.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Global Dimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Global dimming is the gradual reduction in the amount of global direct irradiance at the Earth's surface that was observed for several decades after the start of systematic measurements in 1950s. It is thought to have been caused by an increase in particulates such as sulfur aerosols in the atmosphere due to human action. The effect varies by location, but worldwide it has been estimated to be of the order of a 4% reduction over the three decades from 1960–1990. The trend reversed during the past decade. Global dimming has interfered with the hydrological cycle by reducing evaporation and may have caused droughts in some areas. Global dimming also creates a cooling effect that may have partially masked the effect of greenhouse gases on global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP WITH GLOBAL WARMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some scientists now consider that the effects of global dimming have masked the effect of global warming to some extent and that resolving global dimming may therefore lead to increases in predictions of future temperature rise. According to Beate Liepert, "We lived in a global warming plus a global dimming world and now we are taking out global dimming. So we end up with the global warming world, which will be much worse than we thought it will be, much hotter." The magnitude of this masking effect is one of the central problems in climate change with significant implications for future climate changes and policy responses to global warming.&lt;br /&gt;But it's much more complicated than an either warming or dimming issue. Global warming and global dimming are not mutually exclusive or contradictory. In a paper published March 8, 2005 in the American Geophysical Union's Geophysical Research Letters, a research team led by Anastasia Romanou of Columbia University's Department of Applied Physics and Mathematics, New York, also showed that the apparently opposing forces of global warming and global dimming can occur at the same time. Global dimming interacts with global warming by blocking sunlight that would otherwise cause evaporation and the particulates bind to water droplets. Water vapor is one of the greenhouse gases. On the other hand, global dimming is affected by evaporation and rain. Rain has the effect of clearing out polluted skies.&lt;br /&gt;Climatologists are stressing that the roots of both global dimming-causing pollutants and global warming-causing greenhouse gases have to be dealt with together and soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-637123819753589908?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/637123819753589908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=637123819753589908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/637123819753589908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/637123819753589908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2007/11/global-dimming.html' title='Global Dimming'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-9012445364723867218</id><published>2007-11-26T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:07:32.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake in delhi</title><content type='html'>2day a earthquake rattled the residents of Delhi as well as neighbouring areas like ghaziabad n faridabad...d epicentre was in Bahadurgarh, a place near the Delhi- Haryana border.&lt;br /&gt;the measurement on the richter scale was 4.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my reaction was too cool...I mean when d earthquake came i was sleeping soundly n when it was about to get over then only I woke up. Mummy was already awake but couldnt understand ki what was happening coz she thought dat papa was again feeling restless as he is not feeling well from 2 days. so when I got up only did she know dat it is earthquake, but didnt wake up anybody else coz the tremors had passed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely the tremors were very strong as d epicentre was in Delhi only...Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that I have experienced something of this sort in such a strong manner. Earlier when 2yrs back earthquake had come it was only light n nothing scary but today's was surely scary at d same time an eye-opener that we r not to take this life of ours for granted and to work towards the goal for which we were sent on Earth by the almighty. It's not everyday that everyone gets a chance to livea normal life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-9012445364723867218?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/9012445364723867218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=9012445364723867218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9012445364723867218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/9012445364723867218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2007/11/earthquake-in-delhi.html' title='Earthquake in delhi'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889753218665820292.post-472801495578085859</id><published>2007-11-23T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:49:37.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A black hole is a region of space in which the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gravitational field" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravitational_field"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gravitational field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is so powerful that nothing can escape after having fallen past the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Event horizon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Event_horizon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;event horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The name comes from the fact that even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Electromagnetic radiation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electromagnetic_radiation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;electromagnetic radiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Light" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) is unable to escape, rendering the interior invisible. However, black holes can be detected if they interact with matter outside the event horizon, for example by drawing in gas from an orbiting star. The gas spirals inward, heating up to very high temperatures and emitting large amounts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Radiation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radiation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;radiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While the idea of an object with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gravity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; strong enough to prevent light from escaping was proposed in the 18th century, black holes as presently understood are described by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Einstein" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Einstein"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s theory of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="General relativity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_relativity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;general relativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, developed in 1916. This theory predicts that when a large enough amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mass" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is present within a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hoop conjecture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoop_conjecture"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sufficiently small region of space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="World line" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_line"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paths through space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; are warped inwards towards the center of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Volume" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volume"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, forcing all matter and radiation to fall inward.&lt;br /&gt;While general relativity describes a black hole as a region of empty space with a pointlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gravitational singularity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravitational_singularity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;singularity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; at the center and an event horizon at the outer edge, the description changes when the effects of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Quantum mechanics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_mechanics"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantum mechanics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; are taken into account. Research on this subject indicates that, rather than holding captured matter forever, black holes may slowly leak a form of thermal energy called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hawking radiation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawking_radiation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hawking radiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, the final, correct description of black holes, requiring a theory of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Quantum gravity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_gravity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantum gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, is unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Value has a value if its value is valued.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889753218665820292-472801495578085859?l=nikikabra83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/feeds/472801495578085859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889753218665820292&amp;postID=472801495578085859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/472801495578085859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889753218665820292/posts/default/472801495578085859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikikabra83.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-hole.html' title='Black Hole'/><author><name>Nikita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17603185037045045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwnobEZ40rM/SUvmwgkmkXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Eyg7_p8VRU/S220/DSC00928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
