<?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-6034790001739960479</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:13:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies Beneath</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4964255469657339474</id><published>2008-03-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:50:53.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories remain forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Theres one thing I just wanted to share here...no matter whether we be in touch or not...we meet or not...the memories will be there forever..in our minds &amp;amp; hearts captured &amp;amp; preserved.This is how i wont miss u all as...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When i will hear someone doing nonstop bak bak---deepak yaad aayega...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab koi dil se gaana gayega---romit ki awaaz ki yaad dilayega...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;when i will see a gal walking in attitude---shiks would b the gal i will think of....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab i will b in such a situation when i will b totally disagreeing wid some1----jitu aur meri CR ship yaad aayegi...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab koi pen churayega---my sweetest sandy chor bhai yaad aayega...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;when someone will say..."big deal"..."ki farak painda hai"---kavitt ka chehra saamne aayega....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;when i will be in a fix &amp;amp; couldnt know wat to do---rashi aur shivali ka saath yaad aayega...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab main khana khane baithungi---toh rajwinder yaad aayega...(no offence meant plz)....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab choclate khaungi----gaurav ko bahut miss karungi...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;when some gal would be driving car wid an air of confidence---neha ki gaadi ke safar ki yaad dilaayegi...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab koi seedha sharrif sa banda milega---grover ki smile yaad dilaayega...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;when someone will address me as "Mam"---manish sir ki yaad aayegi...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab koi faadu english bolega---kuldeep ki yaad dilayega ( u r d one person full of positive vibes...b like that always)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab cricket match hoga in streets---nakul,karan,kaviit &amp;amp; sandy ki team ki yaad dilayega....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;These lilttle peculiar things which we got so used to are the things which will remind us of each other ....Those names i dint mention dint mean they arent special...just ran out of words.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And m sure deepak...whenever ur shoes get dirty...u will think of me...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Love ya all...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;God bless ya all...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;reach the pinnacles of success....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4964255469657339474?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4964255469657339474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4964255469657339474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4964255469657339474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4964255469657339474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-remain-forever.html' title='Memories remain forever....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4765437380883754076</id><published>2008-03-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:33:17.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life at jims!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Few years down the line,  &lt;div&gt;when we'll some day flip thru the old pages of r life,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;two years spent in jims&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;will bring both smile &amp;amp; tears in our eyes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My 1st day when i reached college late,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;cos i had got lost in the lanes....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I entered the room &amp;amp; was all quiet &amp;amp; scared....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;with thots of how will i survive here for 2 years....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Months passed by &amp;amp; so did the semsters, we just grew more closer to each other...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;chatting, laughing &amp;amp; irriatting prfessors...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;dat became a part of r daily hustle &amp;amp; bustle....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Each semstr taught new things....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;roothna, manana, chillana aur gaana...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;corridoors mein ghoom ke hawa khaana...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;snatching each othrs lunches &amp;amp; eating cakes like hooligans...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;by the end of the year we all became junglees....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Entering late in the class with an air of confidence...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we just mastered the art of being daring &amp;amp; shameless....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I guess dats all MBA has been about...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;masti &amp;amp; fun accomapnied wid using r brains...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today the thought that its the end...gives us shivers...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;coz life in the corporate world would be tough &amp;amp; cruel...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;where will i find such frends n masti full life again...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;One thing is for sure, that each one of us will get hiccups...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;whenevr we take a stroll back to our memory lanes!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4765437380883754076?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4765437380883754076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4765437380883754076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4765437380883754076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4765437380883754076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-at-jims.html' title='life at jims!!!!!'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-5655191754603313023</id><published>2008-02-16T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:41:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont care ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not mean I have forgotten you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not mean I ran out of questions.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont cry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not mean I dont feel sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont express....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not mean I dont Love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-5655191754603313023?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5655191754603313023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=5655191754603313023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5655191754603313023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5655191754603313023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-feelings.html' title='My Feelings....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4231068905495250431</id><published>2008-02-16T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:08:17.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are a Stanger to me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r a stranger to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i still feel connected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r a stranger to  me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i feel i can confide in u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r a stranger to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But ur  voice sounds familiar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r a stranger to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But u can still bring a  smile on ma face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U r a stranger to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and u let me be "me" in front of  u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and den i realized sometimes stranger can be more than frends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4231068905495250431?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4231068905495250431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4231068905495250431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4231068905495250431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4231068905495250431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-stanger-to-me.html' title='&quot;You are a Stanger to me&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-113489132832949832</id><published>2008-02-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:43:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast To friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Toast to friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was sitting alone, I looked around &amp;amp; saw u were there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing beside me with your hand on my shoulder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;determined to help me sail through my turbulent times....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just knew u were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was feeling sad &amp;amp; low, I looked around &amp;amp; saw u were there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing far away &amp;amp; smiling at me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending your positive vibes towards me &amp;amp; make my sadness fade away.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just knew u were there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was all disturbed &amp;amp; tensed about my job &amp;amp; carrer, I looked around &amp;amp; saw u were there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing next to me, guiding &amp;amp; helping me in the best possible manner to help me rise to the top...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just knew u were there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i was suffering from ill health &amp;amp; ran out of hope, I looked around &amp;amp; saw u there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending me ur wishes with a ray of hope &amp;amp; assurance &amp;amp; telling me that the worst is over &amp;amp; best is yet to come....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just knew u were there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now when i look back through all the old pages in my life....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realize u have been there with me all throughout....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I take this opportunity to raise a toast to our friendship ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thank you from deep within...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell u that I will be there for u too like u have been there for me ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-113489132832949832?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/113489132832949832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=113489132832949832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/113489132832949832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/113489132832949832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/02/toast-to-friendship.html' title='Toast To friendship'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-6047100813617864820</id><published>2008-01-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:44:59.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone who could hold me tightly n not let me go away....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone who could listen to me patiently till i m exhausted....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone who could give me a hug when i m all down n low....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone who could bring back my lost smile......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone who could understand my silence.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was someone worth dyeing for.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-6047100813617864820?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6047100813617864820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=6047100813617864820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6047100813617864820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6047100813617864820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-1445144028895544299</id><published>2008-01-29T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:18:39.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meri shayari part III</title><content type='html'>"tanhaiyon mein rehkar yeh ehsaas hua ki....&lt;br /&gt;sannate ki bhi aawaaz hoti hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hum kehte hai fark nahi padta humko&lt;br /&gt;hum kehte hai pathhar dil ho gaye hai hum ab to&lt;br /&gt;fir kyun kisi ke chot dene par ek dard sa hota hai&lt;br /&gt;kyun ye dil chup-2 ke rota hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the OSO dialogue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai....&lt;br /&gt;ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saajish ki hai"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-1445144028895544299?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1445144028895544299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=1445144028895544299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/1445144028895544299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/1445144028895544299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/01/meri-shayari-part-iii.html' title='Meri shayari part III'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4010502110428351443</id><published>2007-09-15T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:47:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Google all the way"</title><content type='html'>In an article i read "Google knows u more than u know yourself" &amp;amp; how true that statement holds. Today most of us rely on google &amp;amp; its products to manage are internet realted works. Be it gmail, gtalk, orkut, blogs, you tube, google news, google search engine, orkut etc etc....All of these have become a part of r daily routine esp of the students n working people. Google market share is more than Yahoo, AOL, Microsoft &amp;amp; other competitors and is way ahead of others in terms of upgrading its features as per customer needs.&lt;br /&gt;Daily routine of my life is almost incomplete without checking my gmail account atleast twice a day,( attaching &amp;amp; downlaoding notes is soo easy on gmail), putting new status msgs on gtalk n chatting with friends acroos the globe, orkutting &amp;amp; scrapping, using google groupsfor transferring notes to entire bactch, using advance search option to download ppt's to reduce are burden of assignments and many more....cant imagine a day without googling...hats off to Larry Page the co founder of Google in 1998:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4010502110428351443?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4010502110428351443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4010502110428351443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4010502110428351443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4010502110428351443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/google-all-way.html' title='&quot;Google all the way&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-7903526543046150485</id><published>2007-06-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:51:04.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could hold you tightly and not let you go away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could tell ya you are my reason to smile &amp; live.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could tell ya how special you are to me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could tell you how much i will miss our talks and fights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could ask you who is going to wipe away my tears when you would be gone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could ask you who is going to pamper me the way you did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish i could ask you how m i going to live when you are taking my breathe away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-7903526543046150485?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7903526543046150485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=7903526543046150485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7903526543046150485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7903526543046150485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-3202435752214898456</id><published>2007-06-23T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:38:40.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end its just "you"</title><content type='html'>They walk into ur life, bring hapiness n joy, u center ur life around them, forget everything and keep flying in your dream world and suddenly with the blink of your eye they are gone......too far way to catch them....too far away from you to even get them back...this is the time when its not "us" but just "u" which is left....and then you find yourself in a mess...and they dont even bother to look back what damage they caused when they left.&lt;br /&gt;I ask them why you give dreams if you cant fulfill them?&lt;br /&gt;Why u give hapiness when its just temporary n its all painful in the end?&lt;br /&gt;Why you come into our lives if u just have to leave one day?&lt;br /&gt;Who gives you the right to just walk in &amp; then walk out of our lives so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we come to think of it...its not just there fault...all pain in this world i feel is associated with the word..."EXPECTATIONS"...&lt;br /&gt;which keep on building up the more closer the person gets to you...knowingly or unknowingly u start dreaming and believing in your dreams....no matter how unrealistic they are??you dont want to get out of them...and by the time you get out they are shattered n broken n leave you all broke too....&lt;br /&gt;But are these feelings &amp;amp; emotions in our control?????can we manage to live alone and all by ourselves??can we keep ourselves detached from our closed ones????I dont know wats better...to get hurt later or to build walls around yourself so that no one can breach them and hurt you...all i know is that the person m writing this for is special and will always will be n will be there in my heart forever n i will miss you with every breathe i will take.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-3202435752214898456?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3202435752214898456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=3202435752214898456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3202435752214898456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3202435752214898456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-end-its-just-you.html' title='In the end its just &quot;you&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-3507952529509729564</id><published>2007-03-18T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:24:37.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Express your views....</title><content type='html'>Express your views…&lt;br /&gt;You make them, you decide for them, you critize &amp; you bring them down…how far is this justified???&lt;br /&gt;       Its us who decide who will be the next Indian Idol, its us who decide who will win the crown for&lt;br /&gt;Miss Universe or Miss World, its us who poll n send SMS to cheer Indian team before the&lt;br /&gt;start of world cup &amp; anxiously watch every match n wait for Indian team to bring laurels back to our&lt;br /&gt;country, we decide who will be the youth icon of the year, we cry for those who lost their lives during&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami or bhuj or any calamity, we fight for Jessica lal’s murder case.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand its us who aggressively condemn India’s budget, blame our govt. for not doing anything,&lt;br /&gt;How the Govt failed to bring out the dream budget, and today when I was browsing through the news channels&lt;br /&gt;I saw all the sms’s for Indian cricket team…but the difference was it wasn’t to cheer them but to curse them&lt;br /&gt;for losing against Bangladesh, how all junta/audience who had sent millions of sms to wish luck to the team has&lt;br /&gt; suddenly turned hostile and are asking Indian team to pack their bags and return home,just because India lost to&lt;br /&gt; Bangladesh, how no one wants to lose the opportunity of bashing the Indian team &amp; its coach….this shows how&lt;br /&gt; low is our faith on our team and how just with wink of an eye we change our opinions….Sad…isn’t it??? But this&lt;br /&gt; is the irony which we all are facing today by empowering the consumer too much, by giving him too much liberty,&lt;br /&gt; by asking them  to decide our fate on every matter…be it trivial or important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India has come a long way and with improvement in technology, raising ur voice and expressing ur view is easy&lt;br /&gt;by sitting at home and with a click of a mouse or pressing our mobile’s keypad we can make or break any one&lt;br /&gt;career’s….sounds scary to me but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask how far is this justified?? Aren’t we putting pressure on the team by this way to perform well…because&lt;br /&gt;they are under immense pressure to live upto our expectations n one mistake and they are doomed, are we&lt;br /&gt;competent enough to judge and decide who is best for us? Slowly &amp; gradually we are becoming an opinion based&lt;br /&gt;country….and one more thing which scares me is that these opinion polls are restricting our domain to think…we&lt;br /&gt;don’t think beyond the ques asked in the polls…and might be the key points or areas would have been missed??&lt;br /&gt;So the basic ques is where to draw the line and how much to empower our local junta?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-3507952529509729564?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3507952529509729564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=3507952529509729564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3507952529509729564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3507952529509729564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/express-your-views.html' title='Express your views....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-6337647618746393602</id><published>2007-03-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:33:01.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's goin on......</title><content type='html'>feel like a trapped bird today...the one in the cage looking at the sky n wondering when will she get a chance to break the cage and fly high in the sky ...when will she get a chance to sing and dance to her own tunes??when she will do and act the way she wants?when  will she fly high up in the sky n reach the pinncale?....coz now she's all dull n low n sad....bored and tired of her daily routine.......but i wonder dint i opt to be in dat cage???yes i did i guess...but now i want to break free n fly away...hope will be able to get out soon before the bird gets sick inside the cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-6337647618746393602?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6337647618746393602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=6337647618746393602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6337647618746393602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6337647618746393602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-goin-on.html' title='What&apos;s goin on......'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-2600986559913296783</id><published>2007-02-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:46:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone so much that you just couldnt tell them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever had a sleepless night coz u couldnt stop thinking about them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever lost someone you loved and prayed every night for them to return....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt the need to hurt yorself from outside coz u couldnt stand the hurt inside.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt so lonely that you cried yourself to sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt like running far away from things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever heard loud noises when u r all alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt the pain when your last hope has been shattered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever tried to gather yourself back and failed to do so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt so weak that you realized how strong you have to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt speechless at a time when you wanted to say the most.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-2600986559913296783?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2600986559913296783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=2600986559913296783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/2600986559913296783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/2600986559913296783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-u-ever.html' title='Have u ever....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-5555971416260487199</id><published>2007-02-10T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:39:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my new friend:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rc6qiX2OtmI/AAAAAAAAACY/YIiSrQiGSyw/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030145341313168994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rc6qiX2OtmI/AAAAAAAAACY/YIiSrQiGSyw/s200/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot friend for critically scanning all my posts and giving comments…but hey if you find some good changes and your suggestions being followed I should be appreciated too na?L Been keeping busy with all the seminars n other things going on in the college these days but still even in the crowd n amidst lot of friends, day before yesterday I felt really alone and lonely…and the feeling wasn’t good n I was silent for a few minutes while going for the industrial visit in the bus and those tiny drops fell down from my cheeks.The other day while chatting with my friend we were discussing that its not always good to be nice and sweet with everyone and I know how true it is…because once you are known to be nice, and people know you wont refuse or you wont ask anything from them…they start taking you for granted…that he/she will be there always , that he/she will manage on his/her own…but in the whole process you forget completely that if someone doesn’t say anything or ask from you doesn’t mean they don’t expect or deserve…and without realizing you tend to hurt them and the irony is you don’t even see their tears n just walk away…a message I would like to share here which my friend sent me yesterday…”Its weird when you cry for being with the person who made you cry and hurt you so much and somehow the more they hurt you, the more you love them”&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand how even by keeping myself so busy I find time to think…I know m crazy but kitna …pata nahi;)…lol…&lt;br /&gt;Another of my crazy kavita&lt;br /&gt;Kyun bheed mein akele hai hum yeh ehsaas hota hai????&lt;br /&gt;Kyun kissi ka saath ho kar bhi tanha hai hum yeh ehsaas hota hai???&lt;br /&gt;Kyun sab jaante hue bhi kuch sawalo ka jawab nahi paa sakte hum yeh ehsaas hota hai???&lt;br /&gt;Kyun juda hoke bhi saath hai tumhara yeh ehsaas hota hai????&lt;br /&gt;Kyun palko pe aanso nikalne pe apno ki yaad ka ehsaas hota hai???&lt;br /&gt;Kyun nigaho se nigahe mialne par gehrai ka ehsaas hota hai???&lt;br /&gt;Kyun sab kuch paa kar bhi khush nahi hai hum yeh ehsaas hota hai???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on 14th feb...i have 2 presentations:(...so m going to be busy and celebrating single's day ...well thats what some of us would be doing;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-5555971416260487199?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5555971416260487199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=5555971416260487199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5555971416260487199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5555971416260487199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-my-nwe-friend.html' title='For my new friend:)'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rc6qiX2OtmI/AAAAAAAAACY/YIiSrQiGSyw/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-6614437763172614939</id><published>2007-02-04T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:24:42.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little thought....</title><content type='html'>Only a blind can understand the importance of “eyes”&lt;br /&gt;Only a deaf can understand the importance of “ears”&lt;br /&gt;Only a dumb can understand the importance of “tongue”&lt;br /&gt;Only a dreamer can understand the importance of “dreams”&lt;br /&gt;Only those who lost a battle can understand the importance of “victory”&lt;br /&gt;Only an orphan can understand the importance of "parents"&lt;br /&gt;Only those who came 2nd can understand the importance of “1st position”&lt;br /&gt;Only a crippled can understand the importance of “legs”&lt;br /&gt;Only those who have lost someone in the war can understand the importance of “peace”&lt;br /&gt;Only those who escaped death can understand the importance of “life”&lt;br /&gt;Only those who lost their love can understand the importance of “love”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-6614437763172614939?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6614437763172614939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=6614437763172614939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6614437763172614939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/6614437763172614939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-little-thought.html' title='just a little thought....'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-7253702695013665187</id><published>2007-02-04T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:39:06.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Valentines Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RcXivh5U2HI/AAAAAAAAACE/_gs7NtasfGc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027673865209567346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RcXivh5U2HI/AAAAAAAAACE/_gs7NtasfGc/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow for me this day has always been meaningless and depressing…maybe because I haven’t had anyone to celebrate the day with…and this day is purely for couples…&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it as just another day…the ambience around you doesn’t let u take it that way…because love is in the air on V-DayJ…and the craze about it is catching up very quickly with the youth in India…&lt;br /&gt;You would see the news channels showing couples cuddled up together, the heart shaped balloons, the cards, gifts, excitement &amp; the colour of the day…”red” is flashed all around u wherever u go…All that glitz and glamour n pompous display makes me kinda sick n gloomy (no offence meant to anyone plzzz)&lt;br /&gt;Once me and my college friend dropped by at Mc D’s on 14th Feb to enjoy a burger…boy, it was a bad bad idea…The place was thronged with couples all around u n we felt so much out of place…with heart shaped red n white balloons hanging over are head…we felt nauseatic n couldn’t even gulp down the burger n ran from the place…lol.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I’m against V-day or something but I find it to be a very shallow n phoney way of displaying your love…does the costly gifts or cards prove the other person u love him/her?? Maybe for some people it does matter but for me more than gifts n cards…a single rose, a simple smile, the three lovely words, to say you care, you are the world to me matter much more then the materialistic items because the other things you aren’t going to forget ever n will have a deeper impact n will surely help in strengthening the relationship n never forget no one can ever snatch or take away our memories from us…they remain in your heart forever and they would make u laugh and cry when u go through the earlier pages of your life…&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all those who have someone special in their life “Happy Valentine’s Day”…have fun…n for all the singles…m soon planning to make a day called Singles Day too;)…lol…keep waiting till u find the right one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-7253702695013665187?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7253702695013665187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=7253702695013665187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7253702695013665187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7253702695013665187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='&quot;Valentines Day&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RcXivh5U2HI/AAAAAAAAACE/_gs7NtasfGc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-3019633419236195313</id><published>2007-01-28T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:24:43.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>"Life is a riddle-solve it,&lt;br /&gt;Love is an illusion-stay away from it,&lt;br /&gt;Lonliness is a perception-dont build it,&lt;br /&gt;Hapiness is deep within-search for it,&lt;br /&gt;Pain &amp;amp; struggle are a part of life-learn from it,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is life-never lose it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live life in such a way tht in the end you are able to face the guy in the glass without any fear or guilt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you r in love, the little little things done by your love to make you feel special makes you happy....&lt;br /&gt;But when everything is over those little moments hurt you the most"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-3019633419236195313?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3019633419236195313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=3019633419236195313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3019633419236195313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/3019633419236195313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts_28.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4227990784353575587</id><published>2007-01-28T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:14:04.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"meri shayari"</title><content type='html'>"hum jaante hain woh humare har sawal ka jawaab nahi de sakte...phir bhi kyun uss jawaab ki umeed hum rakhte hai?????hum jaante hai woh itna pyaar nahi karte humse...phir bhi kyun uss pyaar ki umeed hum rakhte hai??????hum jaante hai yeh lamhe kuch pal ke hai...par kaash yeh pal kabhi khatam na ho kyun iski umeed rakhte hai????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bahut logon ne saath choda hai humara aaj toh inn aansuo ne bhi saath chod diya....kehta hai thak gaye hai aansu baha ke ab toh aankhon se chalakna chod diya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"phir ek baar aaj yeh dil ro raha hai...kisi ko apna na banana yeh keh raha hai....chot aisi khaiye hai iss dil ne ki...muskurahto mein bhi ro raha hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unki yaad ko dil mein basaye jee rahe hai...kabhi toh woh wapis aayenge is jhuthi umeed mein jee rahe hain,zindagi ne aisa mazak kiya hai humare saath ki na jeena chahte hue bhi jee rahe hai"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4227990784353575587?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4227990784353575587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4227990784353575587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4227990784353575587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4227990784353575587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/meri-shayari.html' title='&quot;meri shayari&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-1212498937521017830</id><published>2007-01-27T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:39:06.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mera Bharat Mahaan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbxWORnTxKI/AAAAAAAAABw/5B5i1mGdYIE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024986087485064354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbxWORnTxKI/AAAAAAAAABw/5B5i1mGdYIE/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “sau mein se assi beimaan fir bhi mera desh mahaan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now we celebrated 58th Republic Day… India has travelled a long journey since its independence…We r proud to be a part of this democratic free country.&lt;br /&gt;We have come a long way in terms of the progress made…be it in agriculture, manufacturing or services sector…India shining, India Poised so many adjectives been attached to our country…its seen as a major investment hub for the FII’s n also FDI …reforms n removal of restrictions had triggered the progress made by our country…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GDP figures v show or flash so much in the papers, the rising Sensex, the Mergers &amp; Acquisitions taking place every year, the boom in the retail sector all show a rosey picture of our nation…but what about the people living below the poverty line?? What about the unemployment situation in our country???? What about the Human Development Index parameters which rank India among the lowest???? How much do v address these issues or think about them??? What all is the govt. and we as citizens of r country doing for the lower strata of the society??? I know there r so many schemes and&lt;br /&gt;Concessions and subsidies govt. provides for the upliftment of the poor but r they channelised in the right direction???? Or they fall in the pockets of bureaucrats and politicians???? Is there any end to the vicious circle or the trap we r falling into????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is a mixed economy &amp; land of varied cultures &amp;amp; languages….a country driven by sentiments and emotions &amp; religions …though with the changing culture n broadened outlook things r changing…Indians have made their presence felt across the globe…they r hardworking n committed to their work…with the coming up of BPO n KPO industries in India n the increasing bend towards services sector…with soaring salaries n more disposable income at the hands of people consumerism is rising n we r becoming more westernized in r thoughts n way of living….India sure is going to be transformed to a developed nation in the coming years…though the focus should be on inclusive growth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought which bothers me is that aren’t v drifting away from r values n ethnicities, will our future generation remember the names of r freedom fighters??? Will they ever realize the importance of the blood n sweat which these people shed for the independence of r country??  I guess  we cant say anything now…but I hope till the time we have History text books n movies like Rang De Basanti,  Shaheed Bhagat Singh and many more…there is still hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever v become n wherever we go m sure all of us Indians are proud to b part of this land which has produced great personalities like Mahatama Gandhi, Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Chandra Shekhar Azad, Subhash Chandra Bose, Rabindranath Tagore and the list in endless …hats off to this country &amp;  I love my India:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-1212498937521017830?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1212498937521017830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=1212498937521017830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/1212498937521017830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/1212498937521017830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/mera-bharat-mahaan.html' title='&quot;Mera Bharat Mahaan&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbxWORnTxKI/AAAAAAAAABw/5B5i1mGdYIE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-5482512808359313344</id><published>2007-01-27T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:39:07.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"APJ Abdul Kalam Azad- President of India"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rbt0IRnTxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/9vekh-iyw7w/s1600-h/kalam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024737494777971858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rbt0IRnTxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/9vekh-iyw7w/s200/kalam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw d video of Dr. Abdul Kalam Azad…an amazing personality who is grounded to d roots despite his high position…while he was sharing what all he has learnt from his guru..”Vikram Sarabhai” n other leaders in India…I was wondering what a great man…that he remembers everything taught …every word n sentence n has used it to polish himself to be a great human being…hats off to him…And d way he delivers his speech with a smile on his face which shows his enthusiasm was commendabl&lt;br /&gt;Here is what all he shared&lt;br /&gt;As a child he was once asked by his school teacher to assemble all the students before 11:30 pm On 14th Aug 1947 to watch Pt, Jawarharlal Nehru hoist d National Flag…all the students saw it with great enthusiasm n kalam said dat though he cudnt understand d speech deliverd by Nehru as he could only understand tamil…but he liked d feeling of seeing d flag hoisted up so high&lt;br /&gt;On 16th aug he saw 2 photos in newspapers&lt;br /&gt;¨ Pt. JN Nehru hoisting the flag&lt;br /&gt;¨ Mahatama Gandhi walking without any chappals to remove communal riots.&lt;br /&gt;Here d msg which he wanted to convey was dat nobility in Leadership lies not in just taking the credit of things n being upfront but helping d needy n society at large …the way r father of the nation did on d eve of independence…real work lies at the ground level n someone has to take d pain.&lt;br /&gt;Once jamshedji Naloji was traveling along with Swami Vivekananda n going to London…swamiji asked him…”where r u going?”…jamshedji replied…”I’m going to london to bring steel to India…&lt;br /&gt;He met a man in Engalnd and told him about his plans n he abused him but he dint give up n went across Atlantic n brought steel to India n set up a plant in Jamshedpur….&lt;br /&gt;Kalam sited egs of many great Indian minds like Madan Mohan Malviya, J.C Bose, C.V Raman,Vikram Sarabhai all these people n many more who have done service fr r country &amp; have proved that Indian minds r much bettr dan International minds…he futher said dat now its time fr us to fight to transform r nation into a developed one n make it free frm all d social evils which exist in r society.&lt;br /&gt;He gave an Eg of his guru Vikram Sarabhai who wanted to establish a research center at Thumba…n was opposed to take such a step by d bureaucrats n asked to meet d Bishop of d church before taking such a step…because thumba was located near d coastline n it was a means of occupation fr d fisherman living there also d place had a churches around which couldn’t b removed….&lt;br /&gt;Sarabhai met d father of d church …Sarabhai explained wat he intended to do n wantd father’s approval for dat…Father said dat d palce was God’s habitat n Children’s habitat…he cant allow what he wants…but asked Sarabhai to some to Church next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The public was praying n aftr dey finished Father calld Vikram on stage n told ppl dat he was a Scientist who wants to build a Research Centre thre…n both science n religion work fr the bettrment of masses…n bless the mankind…he asked d ppl will they agree to give the land…Father said “amen”…n there was complete silence…n aftr a while all toghtr said “Amen”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus with the strong belief of Vikram n d unity of 2 god human beings helped in doing a great job fr the betterment of all the people….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew...a long post...now m tired:(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-5482512808359313344?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5482512808359313344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=5482512808359313344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5482512808359313344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/5482512808359313344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/apj-abdul-kalam-azad-president-of-india.html' title='&quot;APJ Abdul Kalam Azad- President of India&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/Rbt0IRnTxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/9vekh-iyw7w/s72-c/kalam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-8856900225325114258</id><published>2007-01-26T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:55:38.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chocolates"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbnM8BnTxDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lHdPTzpa-OU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbnM8BnTxDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lHdPTzpa-OU/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024272190906025010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One word which comes to my mind wen i c chocolates is "Yummmmmmmmmy"....Most of us love chocs n some like me r crazy about dem...its fragrance,its taste makes yr mouth water n have more of it:)...Usually as a kid u love eating choc...but my romance wid chocs started very late...in 11th std. in r skool...&lt;br /&gt;As a kid being very prone to falling ill again n again...i refrained myself frm eating chocs,candies n ice creams...but my self control den has helped me to eat wat i like now...one of mah skool's best friend is crazy abt chocs...both of us very decent in drawing ...so wenevr ne1 wantd to get their art wrk done...dey had to pay a bribe to us n dat was chocolate...lol:)&lt;br /&gt;During mah grad days d craze died down...n it has revived again now since i ahve joined mah PG course...Seems like with d growing age...m being n acting more like a kiddo..he he:)&lt;br /&gt;N mah college friends act like junglees wen it comes to eating choc or cutting choc cake on sum1's birthday...v fight wid each othr fr a single piece d way evn kids wont fight for...&lt;br /&gt;As fr me d sight n thoght of choc makes me act like a two year old kiddo...n dats wat i m to a certain extent too...mah friends r d sweetest who get choc bars fr me often wenever i ask fr it...n one of mah friend used to just melt down at d way i used to ask fr a choc..."mujhe choc chaihye"...in a kiddish voice,puppy face n hopeful eyes n used to get 1 fr me wenevr we met...wow...good old days....&lt;br /&gt;One more thing abt choc is dat its a great stress buster n mood revival...coz wnever i have been all down n low...i eat 1 n it helps me feel bettr...so do try it friends...&lt;br /&gt;And if aftr raeding dis post u feel like offering a choc to me...u r most welcome:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-8856900225325114258?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8856900225325114258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-2348955999412697418</id><published>2007-01-26T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:41:13.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Why do v expect d unexpected to happen???&lt;br /&gt;Why do v wait for someone who is not ours??&lt;br /&gt;Why do v care for someone who doesnt care for us??&lt;br /&gt;Why do v walk towards darkness without seeing any ray of hope???&lt;br /&gt;Why do v find it difficult to accept the truth????&lt;br /&gt;Why do v live in false hopes &amp; dreams???&lt;br /&gt;Why do v desire for something which is out of r reach???&lt;br /&gt;Why do v let someone ruin  us frm inside?????&lt;br /&gt;Why do we give someone more importance  dan ourselves???&lt;br /&gt;Why do v fall in love knowing it would bring pain in d end???&lt;br /&gt;Why do i ask so many ques which dun have any answers...lol:)&lt;div 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World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-9012346316916023390</id><published>2007-01-23T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:55:38.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kiran Bedi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbYr6xnTxBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wGHdQv0UJ8Y/s1600-h/1872kiranb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbYr6xnTxBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wGHdQv0UJ8Y/s200/1872kiranb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023250723128984594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah 3rd trimester has started n i went to college after a week coz i was doin mah live project earlier...boy d subjects r too boring dis time:(:(...all theortical ones n v r having cribbing sessions these days....&lt;br /&gt;another regular kinda day it wsa with 3 classes xcept d lecture in which v saw d video of kiran bedi...it was amazing....mah respect fr dat lady has increased even more aftr watching dat video...d courage n determination she displayed was truely commendable....will share what d video clip showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiran Bedi was addressing to a large audience n was telling abt d hardships she had faced in her career n how wid strong determination n will power she has been able to overcome those hurdles...despite being a lady police officer...she told abt d incident wen she was made d Deputy Comissioner of Traffic in 1982  wen Asian games wwer to be held...she had to look aftr d roads n infratucture of delhi...she took it as a challenge n went ahead without knowing d palces in delhi much on a round across d city wid a driver n a operator...she toured round d city n kept noting down d various problems faced by d commuters...d no. of manholes, d traffic jams ,how many people broke d rules all was recorded n noted n she ensured dat d effective changes were implemented soon...people thought it was an act of follishness n she would soon get tired of d activity n quit...but she dint...rather d constables who earlier used to report late to duty were amazed by her courage n in a week's time wer thre on duty before she came on rounds...&lt;br /&gt;Also she shared her xperience how she got d anme of "Krane Bedi"...once she saw d buses being upturned on road n lying as it it...thus blocking d tarffic...she calld n asked fr crane but dey replied dey ahve only 2 of dem...1 out of order n 1 fr office use...she den ordered fr 16 new kranes n wid d announcement saet in front announced in advence dat crane is coming n ppl with fear strtd to park their vehicle i parking lot...n by d slip of tongue once a rikshaw wala askd d othr who's doin all dis ...he replied..."Keraane Bedi" in his accent n dats how she got dat name:)...&lt;br /&gt;to sum up she said dat v all should b our own taechers n take ur class everyday n keep on improving....be a Creative thinker n one important point she highlighte dwas...dont wait fr problems to happne n den go with a solution...rather seek d problem n den solve it...take evry cahllenge n overcome it...n dats d way to live:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-9012346316916023390?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9012346316916023390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=9012346316916023390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/9012346316916023390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/9012346316916023390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/mah-day-in-college-today.html' title='&quot;Kiran Bedi&quot;'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MOjQqHwip4/RbYr6xnTxBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wGHdQv0UJ8Y/s72-c/1872kiranb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-4196003306601354401</id><published>2007-01-21T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:03:11.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today m feeling scared ....scared to loose someone near to me yet again...n the thought alone makes me shiver...have lost that trust on myself of judging n knowing people...coz again n again i have been proved wrong, have been left alone, have been hurt n given pain...fail to understand m i dat bad?????? do i deserve to be alone n lonely???? sometimes i feel very empty n broke frm inside n dont know whom to share my pain with...dat is wen i discovered d power of words...how wonderful they r n how they help u to take out dat pain inside u...as a friend u let out ur heart's feelings through these words n feel lightened...n dats how i have learnt to live n m not alone nemore...its not that mah wonderful friends havent helped me n m really thankful to them fr dat...but still at times i feel all alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" when u get hurt physically u shed tears, but when u get hurt emotionally, ur heart shed tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; d physical pain dies away after sometime, but the emotional pain cuts deep down inside n remain there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; they say time is the best healer...but somehow i dont agree....another time when someone close to us hurts us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; the pain revives again it brings tears to ur eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The pain is unbearable, but u have to bear it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The struggle aint easy but u have to go through it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The path is wiery but u have no other road to take....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Forgetting someone aint easy but u have to let go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; As one of mah professors say..."the past is dead, the future is uncertain ...so just live in the present n njoy life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-4196003306601354401?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4196003306601354401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=4196003306601354401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4196003306601354401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/4196003306601354401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-9082244021332657489</id><published>2007-01-21T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:36:06.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life &amp; time r the two things which teach u a lot...Everytime you think ur life has started to settle down n evrything is going fine...it turns the tables around n put u through tough times....to test how strong u r?? to knw how to take decision in a difficult situation ?? to know who ur true friends r????&lt;br /&gt;God gives us pain n lonliness so as to draw us close to him...so we shouldnt be dettered by d failures, by d pebbles  v tumble upon...beacuse he's there to help us n guide us...when u r alone n thre's no1 around just close ur eyes n pray to him...all ur sorrows wud b gone....he has already decided r share of sorrows n happiness...As shakespeare says....life is a play n v all r its players!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-9082244021332657489?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9082244021332657489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=9082244021332657489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/9082244021332657489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/9082244021332657489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons-learnt.html' title='Lessons learnt'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-7978639136229720937</id><published>2007-01-21T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:02:55.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss those days when he used to give time,   &lt;br /&gt;I miss those days when he was just mine....&lt;br /&gt;I miss that touch,&lt;br /&gt;I miss those talks,&lt;br /&gt;I miss that look n that tender smile.....&lt;br /&gt;I miss that day when r eyes first met,&lt;br /&gt;I miss that day when he said..."Darling,Will u be mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gone r those days n here i m today...sitting alone n missing those days,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking will they ever come back again????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-7978639136229720937?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7978639136229720937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=7978639136229720937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7978639136229720937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/7978639136229720937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-those-days.html' title='I miss those days...'/><author><name>My World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270523494775949178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034790001739960479.post-472679459047000483</id><published>2007-01-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:03:14.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>so here i m sitting down to pour in mah thoughts...d place whre i can share my feelings, i can xpress myself...n most important b myself.&lt;br /&gt;"what lies beneath"..i.e what v r frm inside...r v d same person v potray ourselves as or thre's a hidden self in us which v ourselves might not know...m here to discover dat hidden self in me...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034790001739960479-472679459047000483?l=candidfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candidfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/472679459047000483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034790001739960479&amp;postID=472679459047000483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034790001739960479/posts/default/472679459047000483'/><link 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