tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54568413976373281752024-03-13T14:02:18.255-07:00RidaFavoured by God..ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-81151077137248515152012-05-22T03:06:00.003-07:002012-05-22T03:08:02.436-07:00When love knocks your door..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">The strongest emotion out of all, yes it
is love...something that I never believed in but I believe in now...trust me
it’s an addiction and it sends chills down your spine.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK9HoN0nG8U/T7tj3GIe3cI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zpmxtyLltug/s1600/485832_10151414477995543_773225542_23335224_1486017982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK9HoN0nG8U/T7tj3GIe3cI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zpmxtyLltug/s200/485832_10151414477995543_773225542_23335224_1486017982_n.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">I really wonder that how anyone can love
you so much that he makes you feel like the luckiest person on the planet. His
presence is a soothing reassurance which makes you feel that you are not alone
but he is always there by your side. When waiting for even a single day to meet
your love seems so tough. Every single second you miss that person and want to
be with him. Someone has quoted it right that “<i>Love happens just once and rest
is life</i>” I can vouch by the fact that when you fall in love it seems like there
is a kind of magic around Nothing matters the place, the time, the reason, the situation
the only thing that matters is he
belongs to you. It changes your life forever and no matter how hard you try but
the feeling never goes away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">I cannot deny the fact that ‘HE’ is the
best thing ever happened to me because if I do so I will be cheating myself. I
really consider myself lucky that I experienced the true bliss of love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">A billet-doux which is long pending…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cQwAHu0118/T7tjzG50htI/AAAAAAAAB3I/X30nM_Kq0yU/s1600/Image0226+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cQwAHu0118/T7tjzG50htI/AAAAAAAAB3I/X30nM_Kq0yU/s320/Image0226+copy.jpg" width="209" /></span></a><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">When I see you darling, in the morning
before showers or with your camera clicking pictures in all those uber cute
postures I know that you are the most handsome man in the world. I find myself
at loss of words I wish I would have been a poet or a writer and could have
expressed myself the way I feel about you. It has been an amazing experience
for me, when I think of you and the life we have shared. It is lifetime of
memories. While writing this I remember thinking of the time when I was in hospital
after that terrible accident , You entered the hospital room and just went
blank seeing me I was trying to pull all my strength to tell you that I am fine
but just cried without saying a word. I looked at you with pride that comes
only to those who feel deeply in their hearts and I knew that no one can be luckier
than me. I am glad that the accident happened because you made my journey of
pain and despair, the most beautiful days of life. Watching those movies together in hospital,
seeing the album that I gifted you which had beautiful memories of ours, your
struggle with the hospital staff to make them understand what I wanted to eat (in
Jakarta because of language barrier), those sleepless nights because of pain when
you would keep telling me that soon we will be out of this place and rock. I
remember the day when I saw myself on mirror for the first time after the
accident and was rocked with silence, you just held me tight and whispered in
my ears that you are the most beautiful girl for me… how can I ever say that
the accident was a bad experience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">It is impossible for me to remember a time
when you were not a part of me. I have no clue who I would have been had you
have not been with me. There is no better way of life I can think of living.
It’s just your smile that I need to see when there's no other remedy, you put
me together, and you complete me. In time of grief and sorrow I will hold you
and take your grief and make it my own. We can together make through the
potholed streets of life. I will stand by you through your thick and thin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">I love you, you are every dream, every
desire, every reason I have ever had. And whatever is in store for us in the future,
every day that we have spent together is the greatest day of my life. I am
always yours and head over heels in love with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">Waiting for a candle light dinner ;) I
do deserve a one. And remember my heart is always at your service.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">To the people reading this blog....life
is too short to hide this strong feeling, make you partner feel very special today
and always. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">“They do not love that do not show their
love” < By William Shakespeare></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">Cheers!!!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;">Akansha</span></div>
</div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-39161350404591353812012-02-20T03:53:00.000-08:002012-02-20T03:57:29.284-08:00When i called your name...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since a week we have not met and I kept calling … you know I was missing you so much…I spent my whole time just thinking about you when I walked through the door of our home I realized my whole life has changed. Nobody answered when I called your name there was this completely different person who failed to recognize me. I have been given a FYI that “I am tired of you and cannot be happy with you anymore, I feel suffocated being with you”. I could not understand how to react, I was ready to do everything but still saw my life falling apart. What could have I done as your love has ended but mine still remain…? The fate of my life was decided and whichever way I reacted was misunderstood. The lonely sound of my voice was driving me insane. I was dying somewhere , I did not want to cry , I wanted to talk , I wanted to tell my part of the story , I wanted one last chance so that I can make everything alright but nobody answered when I called your name.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was no anger at all, I was shattered, I was just praying that might be once you would understand that the love I have for you was not fake. But one by one the doors were closing, everything we had was tried to be erased you said that goodbye and got away forever. I am still there watching away the trails. I neither could face the lonely days nor the lonely nights. Since then I cry myself to sleep almost daily and I realize that the world has not stopped for my broken heart and then start the struggle of another day. I try to put myself together and try to live the life which someone else has chosen for me, it takes all my strength and gets me tired. What hurts me the most is that having been so close there was so much to say, there was a life to share but the choice I was given was to see you walk away.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you, it is hard to control my hand tapping your number when only thing that I want is to just hear your voice once, it is hard to deal when I try to find “that loving” you and I am being left unanswered and incomplete, it is hard to make myself understand anything, I keep fighting with myself and then it gets dark and again I cry myself to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIKiJMYgOe0/T0IzuyTZxQI/AAAAAAAAB20/KI_P0vHYV5Q/s1600/IMG_0626+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIKiJMYgOe0/T0IzuyTZxQI/AAAAAAAAB20/KI_P0vHYV5Q/s320/IMG_0626+copy.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You made up your mind that it was time it was over but I still believe that there were enough pieces of forgiveness. I would not have ever chosen this way which left us miles apart , I hate myself that for not able to make you feel the same and still having the hope that you will. I could not keep my love unspoken so chose to write. I don’t know if you will ever read this but if you do I just hope that it is not left unanswered. In time I hope you will find what you long for when you finally do you will find it somewhere in my broken heart. I live every moment with the hope that now you will give me a call and tell me that “Every time you called me I felt it and now when you call my name it will never be unanswered” It has always been about us and it will always be about us…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Breakups do this to you right?? But life is too short to waste on someone who does not understand your worth…God has a better plan for you so chose for yourself..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #244061;">The heart was made to be broken.</span> <span style="color: #073763;">– Oscar Wilde</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjIjoVvkxzA/T0IzztD7KpI/AAAAAAAAB28/veo7U94n-xU/s1600/book2final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjIjoVvkxzA/T0IzztD7KpI/AAAAAAAAB28/veo7U94n-xU/s320/book2final.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #244061;">And still if you feel that you cannot move on then make sure that the person you love is in your life </span><span style="color: #244061;">J</span><span style="color: #244061;"> wait for the next post as the story is not over yet…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #244061;"> “</span><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #244061;">Everyone tells me I should forget about </span></i><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #244061;">you</span></i></span><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #244061;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">, you don’t deserve me. They’re right; you don’t deserve me, but what if I deserve you”???</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Loads of love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #244061;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Akansha</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-73929298749371089932011-03-16T10:09:00.000-07:002011-03-16T23:15:27.153-07:00I felt it shelter to speak to you…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<span lang="EN-US">So I finally decided to write…as I have always written about my experiences, my people…so this time as well a very important person in my life gave me reasons to pen down my feelings…She is the most consistent part in my life, she can read my mind, she accepts me with all my negatives, she is there with me through my thick and thin, she brings out the best in me, she is my sturdy shelter, she is my bestest friend C. She gives me all the reason to believe that “</span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><i>True friends are a reward, leaving them is the penalty of life</i>”</span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F6aJEdQ5UCE/TYDtyBctIXI/AAAAAAAABrc/FWfCUncU8MU/s1600/188740_10150124782226726_671281725_6541994_4843073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F6aJEdQ5UCE/TYDtyBctIXI/AAAAAAAABrc/FWfCUncU8MU/s200/188740_10150124782226726_671281725_6541994_4843073_n.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-US">If being asked I cannot tell the precise moment when we became such good friends there have been zillion of small tiny things that we shared together which eventually ended up in the one that makes the heart run over. Though it has been just few months in journey of our friendship but I am so sure that it is<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a lifetime journey and our friendship will be longer than forever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ks1YPzIJzSM/TYDsarFaP-I/AAAAAAAABrQ/MRzMI2FGAFU/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ks1YPzIJzSM/TYDsarFaP-I/AAAAAAAABrQ/MRzMI2FGAFU/s200/IMG_0825.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">All the time we spend together is the time that I will cherish all my life. My best friend has shifted to a new place but I miss what this city used to be when she was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Watching SITCOM (I only used to watch SATC though: P) and movies together, having maggi and tea at midnight, listening to our favorite tracks “tere liye”, “tip tip barsa paani “and many more cheesy ones *wink-wink*, those never ending conversations about silly things and at times heavy discussions on life, going for shopping, eating paanipuri at our favorite place, hanging out, going for pampering, partying and getting tipsy ;) and there is no end to the amount of fun we have. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is our way of spending time :) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know many of you also must be having such special friends in life and I hope you realize that they are like treasure. They have known you forever, they have loved you even when they know everything about you, they have seen you change and they have let you change, they have seen you making mistakes and even if they couldn’t stop you they ensured their presence in your life and this is the way friends are.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Alright people….But C has not always been good to me …she has done few things majorly wrong infact I hope she remembers I told her this long time back that “You have set my expectation so high from a friend that now you have to ensure me your presence all the time because am not going to get another you and not that I am looking for one. Also I don’t like addictions and it is difficult to get rid of them so this is the next wrong thing you did that is getting me addicted to you”. I hope she has heard about this “</span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><i>When somebody knows you well, well there's no comfort like that. And when somebody needs you, well there's no drug like that</i>”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Nx3GyvJNGM/TYDsdtgNq4I/AAAAAAAABrU/aHLKbLcfZCM/s1600/DSC02314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Nx3GyvJNGM/TYDsdtgNq4I/AAAAAAAABrU/aHLKbLcfZCM/s200/DSC02314.JPG" width="105" /></a><span lang="EN-US">On a serious node it is bliss to have such friends in your life and it is important that they are always made feel special. And as rightly said “Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love” So I am going to speak it loud to C that: Thanks for being there with me during the fun time and the hard time, thanks for being a person whom I can call at 4am in the morning and tell that I am not sleepy can we talk ;), thanks for coming over and taking all the pains to travel just to make me happy or just to see me drunk<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>:D , thanks for dealing with all kind of mood fluctuations I have, thanks for taking care of me all the time I am drunk ;) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and listening to never ending trash talks of vodka smelling Akku ,thanks for being patient with me as I am stubborn and careless, thanks for not changing me and accepting me as I am. I Lauvvv you to bits CS!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ELo6hpgcEOI/TYDsQXHwusI/AAAAAAAABrM/-paS272c0s0/s1600/197083_10150124765776726_671281725_6541837_3669334_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ELo6hpgcEOI/TYDsQXHwusI/AAAAAAAABrM/-paS272c0s0/s320/197083_10150124765776726_671281725_6541837_3669334_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">People, don’t waste time pick up your phone …make a call and tell your friends how important their presence is in your life. And many of you have been asking me the reason I have not been blogging since long, so you can always catch hold of C, she keeps me busy all the time </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="EN-US">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Lots of Love </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Akku</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><span class="quote"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Angsana New","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">People say best friends are hard to find -- that's because the best is already mine!!!!</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Angsana New","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span></i></span></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-37351378579606023962010-08-23T10:51:00.000-07:002010-08-23T10:51:22.058-07:00Addicted to Fship<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TG6KqdVwiII/AAAAAAAABb4/N371Yvz0c3Q/s1600/article-1169537-046A9317000005DC-982_634x323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="163" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TG6KqdVwiII/AAAAAAAABb4/N371Yvz0c3Q/s320/article-1169537-046A9317000005DC-982_634x323.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Friendship Day is around….(I know I don’t have to say sorry for posting it so late :P though have written it well before, actually you people keep me very busy ;) )So I can for sure say that this is one relation which never strives for a special occasion. Being with friends is an all time celebration. I must consider myself a bit lucky in Fship as I have many angels in my life. We can discuss our future, share our dreams and talk about our fears and their friendship is invaluable to me. </div><em><br />
</em><br />
<em>Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things.</em><br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I would like the world to know about these special people in my life. My roommates Shaddhu and Aadi, I just love them for always being there with me, for listening to my garbage talks, for tolerating all those love songs which I make them play every night, for pestering them for ginger tea at night though they are least interested in having one, for bitching with me about the people I hate, for consoling me when I need the most, for waiting till late night so that we can dine together, for trying to get me rid of all the bad habits I have (I am not mentioning any of them here :P :P ), for forcing me to write a special blog dedicated to them ;). Well gals so here is the one dedicated to you lovely people. Thanks for being my extended family and the best people in my life. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TG6PXcBMywI/AAAAAAAABcE/aZEc2wtNsYo/s1600/True_Friendship_by_kimcats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TG6PXcBMywI/AAAAAAAABcE/aZEc2wtNsYo/s320/True_Friendship_by_kimcats.jpg" width="208" /></span></a>Aadi I can never forget the night when I was crying like hell and you were beside me, it was the worst day of my life and you were the only one with me. And people you know I threw my phone which was the biggest investment I did on myself, Aadi heard the loud noise and she came running towards the drying room. She saw me and then the phone, she shouted akkkuuuuu… I looked at her and was sobbing like a baby because I was upset and this chick says “your phone is all damaged” was taken by surprise she is more concerned about ma phone than me , Aadi started collecting all the pieces and watching her I just somehow could not stop myself from laughing …this is how friends are isn’t it?? Motu Aadi I love you a lot and sorry for endorsing your dancing capabilities to all and making you dance every now and then but must say you are the best dancer I have ever seen live. </div><br />
Shaddhu is a darling…well I have always needed her more than she needed me. I always look for her advice when I cannot decide on things. I just love the way she pampers me. I will always cherish our late night talks even after saying goodnights and then struggling the next day to wake up and go to office, I just love the faces she makes when I use slangs…I love you a lot though you call me parrot :P<br />
<br />
Richa, Chandni, Swati, Manjula & Subhash my office mates. They have made my life so easy in office, after truck load of work when we meet each other at breaks it is just an amazing feeling. We meet and we say shit about the people we don’t like in office and then just forget it. We all, it seems to me were destined to meet, when we met we all were facing tough times in life though the tough times have not finished but for sure we are with each other to deal with it. We cry together, we laugh together, we party together, we moan together, and we are together. I like when I use “WE” that is our strength. I wish all of them get the best in their life as they deserve the best and if any BC comes in between that…then uski to MBA lolz<br />
<br />
People, this time I know I don’t have to make an appeal to value friendship as you all already do that. So as said the medicine of life is to have several true faithful friends.<br />
<br />
<em>Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, speak them rather now instead</em>. -- Anna Cummins<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/THKzibvC6GI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZquWPQb9-E0/s1600/rida2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/THKzibvC6GI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZquWPQb9-E0/s400/rida2.jpg" width="400" /></span></a> Love you All<br />
Cheers!!!<br />
Akkuansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-15388554413930195902010-07-13T11:49:00.000-07:002010-07-13T11:49:58.243-07:00P.S. I Love You<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">P.S. I Love You<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">When I was in bhilai got chance to meet a very dear friend of mine. After a long time we met so we had lot to share and talk about but I never thought and would have wanted anyone in this world to suffer what she has gone through. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDyv_z7aSdI/AAAAAAAABa0/VOmMMx3lTs8/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDyv_z7aSdI/AAAAAAAABa0/VOmMMx3lTs8/s320/aaa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There were these 2 people a girl (Khushbu) and a boy (Akram) they had been together since 10 yrs ….Khushbu told me that she was madly in love with this guy. As she is a Hindu-Brahmin so obviously things were not that easy for the young couple, but they never bothered and thought that they can convince everyone with the power of love. Akram was in his 20s and a sport person he was healthy enough to live a normal life but we have no say when destiny changes its mind, Akram fell sick, he had acute body pain and was getting weak day by day, he went through many checkups and DOCs figured out that he has developed some lung infection. After the treatments started properly, he started recovering and things started falling in place. Khushbu’s family had no clue about her relationship and they were looking for a suitable match for her. As Akram was not well so she was helpless in the situation and it was almost next to impossible for her to convince her family though Akram’s family has been very supportive, their relationship has nurtured with his parent’s blessings. There have been a lot of mess, but only thing that khushbu wanted was that Akram recovers fast and is in good health.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Things were moving at their own pace, they were hoping that everything will be perfect but Suddenly Akram fell ill again and this time it was more serious, he used to have severe body aches , he stopped talking to khushbu , he started avoiding her until the day she figured out that.....that Akram has Cancer. To discover that he has a terminal illness was profoundly shocking and like a staggering blow but she had to fight she supported Akram’s family and him in every way possible. You never want to see you loved ones in pain watching the person who was once full of life …fading away, suffering every second, dying every minute is a punishment </span> and the worst thing is when you cannot change anything. Khushbu had to deal with all this. She always used to hide her tear back because she never wanted him to feel weak. She always carried a smile and used to say him “Aap bas thik ho jai phir bhaag jaate hai ghar se” and Akram used to give her a big smile. Akram’s health was deteriorating and he was hospitalized. After few days in hospital he got stable and khushbu was relaxed that he is recovering.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDywDdm732I/AAAAAAAABa8/idPQdxhIxD0/s1600/believe-eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDywDdm732I/AAAAAAAABa8/idPQdxhIxD0/s200/believe-eye.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Khushbu was just trying to sleep one night but since the day Akram has been hospitalized she always suffered from sleepless nights and never breaking silences. She now doesn’t pray God for their togetherness but for Akram’s well being ….that’s how Love just is…Isn’t it??? Well that night at around 12:36 when she was trying to calm down and sleep ,she saw Akram came and said to her “Betu you sleep I am all fine, See me ,I am all well , I don’t have any pain in my body now, you just sleep” She Slept and at around 6 A.M in the morning she got a call from one of her friend that let’s go and meet Akram , Khushbu said that it is not needed I already talked to him , he is all fine and needs rest. Her friend asked at what time you talked to him, Khushbu said 12:36. Her friend said that Akram passed away at 12:20 and he is no more. Khushbu was very confident that she talked to him, she told all her friends but nobody believed her and all said it might be an illusion. Her biggest regret is that she could not see him for the last time….Akram’s family waited for her till afternoon for the funeral...as Akram’s last wish was to meet her…but Khushbu’s family did not allow…. She has lost him forever….he will never return and he will never live. She claims that she still talks to him and no one believes her….. No one can ever understand what she is going through…here eyes are puffy from crying all through the night and it has been every other night since last few weeks. The only thing that keeps her going is the fact <i>to have loved him and to be loved by him.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDywHUNOIUI/AAAAAAAABbE/jcmxuGwajrI/s1600/tumblr_l40dnlzjFd1qcnuyio1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TDywHUNOIUI/AAAAAAAABbE/jcmxuGwajrI/s320/tumblr_l40dnlzjFd1qcnuyio1_400.jpg" width="241" /></a><span lang="EN-US">No matter what the situation is, no-one is ever prepared to deal with what’s about to happen in their lives. No one can ever be prepared enough to lose a life of a loved one…and the emptiness you have in life is beyond loneliness. It is disheartening and unfortunate that </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">we don’t have a choice…to live or Die</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">People just a humble request that cherish you relationship, as all are not lucky enough to have their loved ones ...at their side…..So please Cherish each and every relation of yours…your family, your friends, your beloved…</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t ever let it go…</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-22920074344109696522010-06-05T05:11:00.000-07:002010-06-05T05:15:08.236-07:00Pursuit of Love..<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Falling in love to falling apart<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In past few days had some unpleasant, unexpected experiences which compelled me to give a thought on how does this “LOVE” thing works. I would like to write about different situations that I came across. I think all of us would have gone through this phase of life but do we know how to deal with it?? People don’t misunderstand me ,I am no good to give you solutions but just want to pen down the dilemma , the confusion , the pain , the trouble it put us into. So let’s travel the journey together of Falling in love to falling apart.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9wXs1wII/AAAAAAAABZg/okZYbFjDjNA/s1600/missingyou-main_full3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9wXs1wII/AAAAAAAABZg/okZYbFjDjNA/s200/missingyou-main_full3.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Lovelorn, there are people who fall in love with someone he/she might not ever get, they want to put their heart open and let the other person know how much they love them, they want to tell the other person that there is not even a single second I don’t think of you, I relate each and every damn thing that happens to me to you, I can talk to you for hours together without ever needing a break, I find all the excuses to just meet you and spend some time with you, I long for your love. And we actually plan our whole life with that person and it seems that everything is picture perfect. But the twist in the tale is that it is a one sided love, to live with the fact that your love story never started with the one you love is hell. Why is this injustice people, if you love someone like crazy aren’t that the other person should also love you the same way. But </span><i><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love is not about selfishness it is all about selflessness</span></span></i><span lang="EN-US"> hard to settle with this thought but this is how it goes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">If you love someone, put their name in a circle, instead of a heart, because hearts can break, but circles go on forever.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo-DuimueI/AAAAAAAABZw/znJg398xU7o/s1600/heartbroken%2Bone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo-DuimueI/AAAAAAAABZw/znJg398xU7o/s200/heartbroken%2Bone.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Heartbroken, this also happens in love, that after years of strong relationship suddenly one wants to move out of the relationship, you actually feel so cheated on when someone calls off the relationship for no good reasons or when your partner ditch you in any other way. You feel like crying, you feel like shouting at that person, you feel completely shattered, scorned, hurt and humiliated .You decide to screw the person’s life who made your life miserable but trust me except that you might fight with the person, If the love is true you will never go to the extent of screwing your partner’s life even when you were cheated on that is what love is. It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone at the same time, Love actually makes you helpless at times and it is the stark truth, even after all the mess one does you are ready to forgive the person and at times also accept the person; you are ready to forget all the pains that were given to you. You will be the same loving person. Rightly said </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grievances do not help in Love.</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></i><span lang="EN-US">Again hard to settle with this thought but this is how it goes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo90nXh66I/AAAAAAAABZo/-M7QL6r5N8s/s1600/heartbroken.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="118" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo90nXh66I/AAAAAAAABZo/-M7QL6r5N8s/s200/heartbroken.gif" width="200" /></a><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Just admit that you never loved me so the pain you caused me makes sense. And you know what’s sad? I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to forget you. And you’ll spend the rest of yours, never thinking about me again<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9siMZu8I/AAAAAAAABZY/Fu4bfJeMC4M/s1600/black,and,white,couple,hug,photography-6c0fc32a481b20f79e4357410b97a3de_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9siMZu8I/AAAAAAAABZY/Fu4bfJeMC4M/s200/black,and,white,couple,hug,photography-6c0fc32a481b20f79e4357410b97a3de_m.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US">We are the perfect couples; we are just not in perfect situation. Many times it does happen that you have to take hard decisions in your life. You might have to decide to separate from the person you love the most. It’s the worst way life can treat you, it seems like a punishment. You can’t really move past it without facing it and feeling the pain infact a part of you dies when you lose someone you love. It makes me feel sick that why because of some filthy reasons the people in love are put into this situation. Why does this happen that at times you are given options when you don’t want to choose, when you cannot even think of being without each other. Why is it so hard to understand that nothing matters when LOVE is around? How it is expected from you to forget the moments spent in love…Still at times the circumstances decide you destiny again hard to settle with this thought but this is how it goes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">When you said we would be together forever I thought that meant until we die but I guess forever isn’t as long as it used to be.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">That reminds me a beautiful line: My beloved says that Love has multiple shades like a rainbow; let’s love each other in every shade of love. Just hold on to the feeling and never let it go. Love really makes you mad but if does not it is not love right?? To the special person in my life, I am not sure what has been destined for us but just want to let you know that you are everything I want in my life and I just don’t know how to make it through this life without you. And I will do everything to make things work rest you know. I wish we can always be together. I wish….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9qJDxBTI/AAAAAAAABZQ/HaM-PgbtN_4/s1600/000P052UATC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/TAo9qJDxBTI/AAAAAAAABZQ/HaM-PgbtN_4/s200/000P052UATC.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Live through feeling and you will live through love. For feeling is the language of the soul, and feeling is a truth.</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
-- Matt Zotti</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="EN-US"> All the best to all people in love and wish us luck too…</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="EN-US"> God Bless and Stay in love!!!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="EN-US"> Akansha</span></div></div></span></span></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-86902903580612964502010-05-22T06:54:00.000-07:002010-05-22T07:09:52.375-07:00Can you spare sometime for me?<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;"><i>The difference between a helping hand and an outstretched palm is a twist of the wrist.</i></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fRHKfPoPI/AAAAAAAABWI/JJgEKT47cOw/s1600/Thomas_kennington_orphans_1885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fRHKfPoPI/AAAAAAAABWI/JJgEKT47cOw/s320/Thomas_kennington_orphans_1885.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">An</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: black;">orphan</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">is a child permanently bereaved of his or her parents, the literal meaning sounds harsh, sarcastic isn’t it??? Every child has got right to get education and an opportunity to live a descent life. But unfortunately there are millions of children who are living without any support system and are even deprived of the basic human needs.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">It has been long could not update you people about Saraswati. There have been many visits to saraswati, every visit made me feel special, in every visit got to learn a lot from the kids. In one such visit, we arranged a doctor’s drive in saraswati, just regular checkups where we checked BMIs and some regular stuff. I was shocked to know that not even a single child had normal BMI (which should have been approx in between 19-25), and the doctor told me that the conditions are even worst in other NGOs where many of the kids suffer from malnutrition. I enquired about the diet these kids are given and got to know they eat only Daal-Rice had a word with “Aai” she said that is what they could afford. It is very disheartening to know the facts and face it. Anyways it’s a relief that organisation like ours are doing excellent work and taking CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility) seriously. During the checkups I was given the responsibility to maintain the excel sheet, so all the kids used to come to me first. Little Saagar came to me and was just staring at me with frank fascination, I asked him what happened? After a long time this shy boy replies that “di aapka nails blue kyun hai” ha ha that was my nail paint colour, I started laughing and all the other kids too came close to scrutinize what is weird with my nails and when I told them it’s ma nail paint got lot of suggestions from young girls as in strictly not to use such colours :P. Another thing to my surprise while updating the excel was that the NGO people have chosen 4-5 <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Last</b> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Names</b> and have randomly given them to kids infact many kids have also share the same <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">First names</b>. No wonder I am always confused with their names and these smart kids always test me by asking me to recall their names and also spell them. Lolzz So in all the Doctor’s drive went well, and for kids it was just like another get together.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fSS1hw24I/AAAAAAAABWY/jBcd7IKIWsY/s1600/DSC01450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fSS1hw24I/AAAAAAAABWY/jBcd7IKIWsY/s200/DSC01450.JPG" width="150" /></a>I also visited NGO when the IPLs matches were going on, Uh was surprised to know that each and every one of them had a favourite team, Mumbai Indians was the most popular name, When they asked me about my favourite team was speechless, as I never followed IPL, the small boys lost all interest in me, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Jiva</b> said to me “ Kya Di IPL nahi dekhte” : (. The first time I realised IPLs popularity, so now to make them happy I found an alternative, I joined Nalanda, Aishwirya ,sakshi who were playing <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“</b>Raja Rani Chor Police” . We used to play this game when I was 7-8 yrs but honestly enjoyed a lot while playing the game with them. Their mischievous eyes when they used to cheat and secretly peep into my chit which was worth watching. I awe them for the smile on ma face.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Also would like to share about my most recent visit. Well one of the director in my organisation planned to celebrate his daughter’s b’day with the NGO kids. So as decided we reached the ashram at around 4pm. When we entered the perimeter of the ashram a covey of children saw me and all came running towards me , it has been after long I cud make it to Saraswati and the first thought that came to my mind was that I have already missed a lot of such moments. It feels great when you are welcomed with such beautiful smiles; all the kids huddled around me and were complaining for my absence, for not being in touch with them. After giving them some filthy excuses finally things were as normal as before. The kids started giving me all the updates about their life, one of the best news I got was that all the kids passed their exams with flying colours, they are working hard for a better future.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fTEloaQbI/AAAAAAAABWo/KY_9sg_K9Vw/s1600/DSC01458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fTEloaQbI/AAAAAAAABWo/KY_9sg_K9Vw/s200/DSC01458.JPG" width="200" /></a>By the time I was with the kids all the arrangement were done for the b’day bash . It was “Kanni’s” 5<sup>th</sup> b’day , she was in her own world ,too innocent to understand the realities of life , she played with all the others and enjoyed the slides . That reminds me to tell you people that a group of people have donated 2 slides and have also utilised the unused land at the centre of ashram to make a garden. We also have cement boundary walls now so the ashram has become a better place to live in. While we were about to leave the place one of the family member( from Mr Mohan’s family) came to me and said that the kids actually like you a lot and are genuinely close to you. I was actually surprised that it never occurred to me, but it was nice to figure this out.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fSf9lH49I/AAAAAAAABWg/7sw97uqdYHU/s1600/DSC01451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fSf9lH49I/AAAAAAAABWg/7sw97uqdYHU/s200/DSC01451.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>This time another friend of mine Shraddha got along with me, she told me that not every NGO provides such a good life, the conditions there is really deplorable and pitiable, at ground levels the reality is hard to hear. But People nothing is impossible even if we can spare a little time it can make someone’s life. And I believe that today’s generation understand their responsibilities towards society. I too have many people around me who are doing great work to help this unprivileged children their efforts are unparalleled. How thoughtful it was that Mr Mohan instead of throwing a lavish party planned his daughter’s b’day in an NGO, Dr Pooja who has been working hard to get the slums kids educated and has initiated an effort with name “Paathshala”, Shraddha who goes every weekend to provide tuitions to the kids in NGO named “Niradhar”....and many more.... Have you ever done something like this, if not it’s not too late trust me on this, you will always cherish the time you spared to make someone happy. You will always feel proud to make someone’s life. <o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">People quality time is the biggest gift you can give to them and they actually crave for it or else for the matter of fact we too so it’s time to act now and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">act as if what you do make a difference and it</span></i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">does.</i> Many innocent souls seek help and they have a hope that one day God’s angel would come and bring smile on their face. Please go ahead and be one of them. Someone needs you and someone is waiting for you ...take a call...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fRnr0c9aI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kiHXDQnF0oU/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_fRnr0c9aI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kiHXDQnF0oU/s320/hope.jpg" width="232" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"><br />
</span></div>It is the greatest of all mistakes to do nothing because you can only do little - do what you can.<span lang="EN-US"> ~Sydney Smith<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><br />
<div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-52649443130721132542010-05-19T08:32:00.000-07:002010-05-19T08:32:18.570-07:00When a girl is 25…..<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QB5PqubUI/AAAAAAAABVc/9Cc-eOlqe9Q/s1600/bride_groom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QB5PqubUI/AAAAAAAABVc/9Cc-eOlqe9Q/s200/bride_groom.jpg" width="142" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QBoNcQicI/AAAAAAAABVU/ulpupXCHyXg/s1600/628065_f260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QBoNcQicI/AAAAAAAABVU/ulpupXCHyXg/s200/628065_f260.jpg" width="200" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marriage Vows !!!!</span></i><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I know people you might be wondering why I picked up such a strange and might be even ridiculous topic to write about. But I have always been amongst those girls who want to get married!!! Oh puhleaseee don’t laugh a very honest dream of mine …there might be a lot of influence from my mom because she is just crazy about my wedding …since years she has been planning about how every function will be organized. Well I too have many plans … I know not everything would happen the way I want to…but will atleast pen down my thoughts so I that can cherish it forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Ahh would like to start with the Sangeet program, I want to dance like crazy in ma marriage infact you guys will not believe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that with my best friends Shraddha and Aadi have also decided the tracks we will dance on. Aadi is the choreographer and she is trying hard that we atleast learn few steps lolz , at present learning<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dance steps on “ Mehndi hai rachne wali” (Zubeida) trust me<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it’s funny to watch us..Aadi has also decided her attires for the marriage she even has arranged the snaps so that there is no last moment chaos he he…I just remember one day I was in office and this lady sent me an email </span>in which our bollywood Divas were dressed in sarees, the subject of the mail was “aku please decide the one for me” crazy isn’t it...These people support me in all ma madness and this is one of them.<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QC7RnnkrI/AAAAAAAABVs/07rIPDxaD04/s1600/Asian-Indian-Pakistani-Bride-512X384-154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QC7RnnkrI/AAAAAAAABVs/07rIPDxaD04/s200/Asian-Indian-Pakistani-Bride-512X384-154.jpg" width="200" /></a>Now a days the marriages are just planned for a day or 2 but I will not mind even if it goes for a week :P. In Indian weddings (specially the Marwaris) we have lot of customs and elaborate rituals and I want to follow each of them starting with Ganesh<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ji ki pooja<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that’s the very first thing done in our marriages this we call as “ Vindayak sthapna” After which starts the haldi<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>we call it “Pithi” ( I hope I am spelling all this words correct) , in this pithi a paste of turmeric and sandalwood is applied to the bride and after this they cannot move out of the house they have some auspicious reasons for that. In one of ma cousin’s wedding I too tried, it was really very relaxing and the aroma was intoxicating, I just loved it. Well as the pre wedding rituals starts, in almost all the evenings a mehfil (get-to-gather) is being arranged where they play dholak and pre-wedding songs, there of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lot of dance and music. All the ladies do Ghoomar (a folk dance) my mom and masis (mom’s sisters) are just too good at it. I don’t know how to do Ghoomar but will try and learn before my marriage<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span>. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QDL-7FzJI/AAAAAAAABV0/hkl9mU6LVPQ/s1600/8448-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QDL-7FzJI/AAAAAAAABV0/hkl9mU6LVPQ/s200/8448-1.jpg" width="166" /></a> Another function that I recall is “Mahira” where the maternal uncles come amidst the celebrations and give lots of gifts to the people of the house. I am very close to my nanihal people so this function means a lot to me. A thing worth notice is that majority of the girls are more close to their nanihal strange... he he. Then comes the “Mehndi” function that’s my favourite infact majority of the girls might feel the same. Umm so after the Mehndi function we have Sangeet the most awaited event in the wedding. On the wedding day or a day before it, groom's relatives bring the “shaadi ka Joda” (Wedding Dress) to the bride's home along with the jewellery. Then comes the wedding day, the bride wait for groom's marriage procession (baraat) there is street dancing by the baraatis though sounds and also looks funny but I am sure everyone enjoys it. Anyways after the mood is set and the music is on who cares where we are. And then the “Pheras” and “Bidaai” and finally you live happily ever after.... (That’s an ideal case :P , have read somewhere that : Love is Blind , but marriages restores it sights")</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know the marriages are marked by flamboyance and grandiosity but I want my wedding to be with good cheer and loads of fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well tried to write with the best of my knowledge, we have lot of post wedding rituals too but not very sure about them, I think I need an experience ;) so will update you people the day I know . </div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QDuOPDq4I/AAAAAAAABV8/EriUlb89kaI/s1600/counseling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="108" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QDuOPDq4I/AAAAAAAABV8/EriUlb89kaI/s200/counseling.jpg" width="200" /></a> Marriages are losing importance in today’s world but I believe it’s the destiny for people in love. It resembles one of the purest bonds and the best thing about marriage is that you can fall in love with the same person many times .So People those who are married, those who are planning to and those who are not planning but have to it’s an appeal to keep you marriage brimming with immense love and lot of trust. As said that the goal in marriage is not to think alike, but to think together. It is one of the most rewarding commitments we can ever hope to make. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QCZ0QYXRI/AAAAAAAABVk/qR8U7uEDGFI/s1600/645015_f260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S_QCZ0QYXRI/AAAAAAAABVk/qR8U7uEDGFI/s200/645015_f260.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cheers !!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Script MT Bold";">Akansha <o:p></o:p></span></div></i></span></span>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-45691358920976271632010-04-22T12:01:00.000-07:002010-04-22T12:01:29.842-07:00Reflection of ma school days<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">School Day memories </span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today on my way to office, luckily I was wearing my specs so was paying attention to things outside....we passed by many places like church, Station, bus stops, hospitals , Shopping complexes and then what actually caught my attention was School..I saw many students walking in a line probably for morning assembly. It made me feel nostalgic about my school days so thought to revive ma school day memories.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9CciC5_PZI/AAAAAAAABUI/TanzGQs4U-M/s1600/primary_school_children_540x299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9CciC5_PZI/AAAAAAAABUI/TanzGQs4U-M/s320/primary_school_children_540x299.jpg" width="320" /></a>I was a DAVian a proud DAVian, a very naughty child, good at studies but a backbencher. In my early school days the thing I remember the most is the animal dance, we used to wear different kind of animal dresses and then do PT (Some weird exercises) in sports day. Shobha Mam was the one who used to make us perform it and the worst part was for 2 consecutive years I got the dress of a cow lolzzz and I always wanted to become a bear but to go and say this to Mam was the most courageous thing I could have thought of doing so I was a happy being a cow girl he he.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In DAV the complete crowd including the teachers were divided into 4 houses Tagore (Green Badge), Gandhi (Blue Badge), Patel (Yellow badge) and Nehru (Red Badge). I was a Tagorian, it was always like a battle ground in between these groups let be in sports, co-curricular activities anything. Our principal Mr Prashant Vashisht was a disciplinarian and was particular about the students following the dress code ... when I say dress code it means clean Shoe policy (we used to keep a small cloth inside our sox it was used whenever there was a checking by the prefects), army cut hairstyle for boys, 2 plaits for girls (no pony tail), ID card, Badge blah blah blah. Well many of the times we used to forget some or the other thing and then prefects used to make us stand at a place where everyone can see the people punished trust me we were not at all ashamed infact it was a proud feeling to stand aloof from the crowd. Many times we used to get punished voluntarily and many times just to company friends ;) I hope you people would have also done this in your school life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9CcCfnq10I/AAAAAAAABT0/GoN3Mx3gtfM/s1600/school_children(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9CcCfnq10I/AAAAAAAABT0/GoN3Mx3gtfM/s200/school_children(1).JPG" width="190" /></a>We had a gang called STAR (Suman , Thushara, Akansha,Rupali) a rocking group must say and the extension to this group was Roopkamal (Roopa bai),Priyanka S (Pallavi).... We used to do all the girlish stuffs that we should do.....I remember the NV jokes we used to share (the 1<sup>st</sup> NV joke I have heard in my life was with them) the first time when one amongst our group had a crush on head boy of the school Oh mine!!! It became a craze for all of us, Rupali’s crush on Nick Carter (Back Street Boys guy) and her 8-9 pages letter to him...Not sure whether she ever posted them, then our hand signs (which symbolized our group) that we used to do just to throw tantrums, those secret love letters passed by boys ha ha i remember a fanatic guy had written a stupid, freaky letter to me on his 10<sup>th</sup> class admit card and got suspended from school it became a big issue though made me famous. And keeping everything aside these girls are damn talented and at present following up their dreams.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The funniest incident that I can think of is.... As girls are always inhabit of moving in groups...We girls used to go to FP (Fav Place –Wash room) together I mean even if one has to go to FP the rest used to come to company so once when the interval was just about to get over ..We went to FP, And one amongst us went inside and the others were waiting outside we did not have a latch inside so we used to lock the door from outside: P and now the disaster happened we locked the door from outside and when the bell rang indicating the interval is over we forgot to unlatch the door and went to class... We got a shock when after sometime the 4<sup>th</sup> girl came completely frustrated as head boy was the one to rescue her...lolzz After a while we all laughed like anything that is how friends are <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> Are you people curious to know Who was the girl inside the FP..??? Let it be a mystery that’s our top secret.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One thing that I feel sad about is that I always looked forward for becoming prefect, head girl and wearing those badges which were distributed in front of the whole school the way our seniors used to get which shows you have an authority it really meant a lot but something went wrong with the administration and we were not given badges: (Anyways never mind still those were the best days of my life. I miss those days when we have to study those crazy lessons to pass the class tests , terminals , half-yearly and boards which you have to face twice in lifetime and there are few schools where in 8<sup>th</sup> standard also they have board exams..n DAV was one of them.<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"> I miss those days when I used to get the jitters whenever there is reporting in front of the class or whenever need to get ma parents signature on report card. I miss standing out of the class for punishments I really miss the place and the people.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Thanks to all ma friends who made it beautiful. Love you all and miss you people.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9Cb91i4RaI/AAAAAAAABTs/Ny0qYfp0OL8/s1600/DAV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S9Cb91i4RaI/AAAAAAAABTs/Ny0qYfp0OL8/s320/DAV.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What’s the best part of your school days that you would vouch for???</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cheers !!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">God Bless !!!</div></span></span>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-56723216540984020162010-04-17T00:59:00.000-07:002010-04-17T04:20:04.325-07:00Trip to Murud continued....23rd NOV’ 2008<br />
<br />
A bright sunny day we woke up early in the morning for the so called “Dolphin watch”<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lkREZaPhI/AAAAAAAABQw/DBthnt35qYQ/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lkREZaPhI/AAAAAAAABQw/DBthnt35qYQ/s400/34.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8llFCPX9QI/AAAAAAAABQ4/bMTTfeMNHcQ/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8llFCPX9QI/AAAAAAAABQ4/bMTTfeMNHcQ/s200/35.jpg" width="200" /></a>The guys could not make it as they all were sleeping but all the girls did not miss the chance… as apart from the Dolphin watch they wanted to see the sun rising and waise bhi only girls can think of seeing the Sun rising from West Anyways we all enjoyed seeing Dolphins and smiled every time Dolphins jumped.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the time we came back the guys were ready so we decided to go for parasailing… But there was a long queue for parasailing so we thought to again go and play in water……..But guys had some other plans, they again proposed to go for boating so thats what we did next.</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lm32-JQjI/AAAAAAAABRI/qxxedZnKy5Q/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lm32-JQjI/AAAAAAAABRI/qxxedZnKy5Q/s200/37.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lmM6O5IEI/AAAAAAAABRA/dVAcS9mDCNU/s1600/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lmM6O5IEI/AAAAAAAABRA/dVAcS9mDCNU/s200/36.jpg" width="200" /></a>The guy who took us he just said casually that if you people feel like diving go for it …we just asked what is the depth here he said 75 feet …personally I thought he has gone nuts that he is asking us to dive here… And to my surprise in our group many were ready to do that… So finally Sumit, Shreyansh, Priyank they all with the life jackets got into the water……they can never forget that moment I am sure .....the most scary thing was Shreyansh and Priyank didn't know swimming…but still can remember the achievement on their faces…</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8ln0R1fTEI/AAAAAAAABRY/f8odyXR2Nm4/s1600/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8ln0R1fTEI/AAAAAAAABRY/f8odyXR2Nm4/s200/39.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8loOwI-TvI/AAAAAAAABRg/Hq0pFjF4YuM/s1600/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8loOwI-TvI/AAAAAAAABRg/Hq0pFjF4YuM/s200/40.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lnyP4pQNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Q9ePaTah2Yw/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lnyP4pQNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Q9ePaTah2Yw/s200/38.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lpH_3DfuI/AAAAAAAABRo/tfjGskixi-0/s1600/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lpH_3DfuI/AAAAAAAABRo/tfjGskixi-0/s200/41.jpg" width="162" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lpJ2fp6oI/AAAAAAAABRw/PcB-iFz-gDs/s1600/42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lpJ2fp6oI/AAAAAAAABRw/PcB-iFz-gDs/s200/42.jpg" width="140" /></a>Hey I have not mentioned one name Bhavna as it needs to be highlighted ….she has hell lot of guts boss ….she was the only one who got into the water ..without life jacket she actually scared the hell out of me..But hats offs to her.</div><div><br />
</div><div>After this adventure we headed for parasailing actually Mission- Parasailing for vasu he was so scared lolzz but we all enjoyed……</div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lplTu1D3I/AAAAAAAABR4/OvIJ59gBfYI/s1600/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8lplTu1D3I/AAAAAAAABR4/OvIJ59gBfYI/s320/43.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div><div>So now our trip was coming to end we went back had lunch and packed our bags…</div><div>Time to go back to pavilion …while coming our star singers again sang some beautiful songs for us and of course including their pet songs and this time with little bit of dancing also… then after an hour we all were completely exhausted so we all tried to sleep in those uncomfortable bus seats. And we managed some how… and at 5 am early in the morning we reached Pune. It was the end of our journey but beginning og many last longing relationships…So let's keep the flame of friendship alive</div><div><br />
</div><div>Our group believes that:</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">f you have a zest for life, you will never miss out on fun. Don't be uptight all the time. Drop your worries and just learn to chill-out……</span>….</i></div><div><br />
</div><div>Long Live Friendship !!!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Cheers!!</div></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-15280727536259617372010-04-10T13:16:00.000-07:002010-04-13T11:08:48.166-07:00Our trip to Murud<i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In between goals is a thing called life that has to be lived and enjoyed.</i><br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DJGjcKqpI/AAAAAAAABLs/iLT0X0uTXm8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DJGjcKqpI/AAAAAAAABLs/iLT0X0uTXm8/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /></a><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </i><br />
22nd NOV’ 2008<br />
We all met at Sharda Center at about 5.00 am in the morning heading for a beautiful trip far away from the hustling and bustling of the city believe me I had no idea that the next 2 days will be amongst the most beautiful days of my life and I can never forget this days....<br />
<br />
I would first like to introduce all the people who were part of this trip....<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DeZl1J4KI/AAAAAAAABQE/2Hu1oWE7LfU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DeZl1J4KI/AAAAAAAABQE/2Hu1oWE7LfU/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
Ashish Chowdhury (baby): He is very Cute and mast maula types<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKKt-JqrI/AAAAAAAABL8/7UcJtay_Jvs/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKKt-JqrI/AAAAAAAABL8/7UcJtay_Jvs/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Ashish Samarth (Sam): He is intelligent and fun loving<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKMbR4eRI/AAAAAAAABME/xEfvZUpnPR8/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKMbR4eRI/AAAAAAAABME/xEfvZUpnPR8/s200/4.jpg" width="160" /></a><br />
<br />
Sumit Agrawal: He is a nice chap and an amazing person<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKUws_9uI/AAAAAAAABMM/yoBbLfTWWDE/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DKUws_9uI/AAAAAAAABMM/yoBbLfTWWDE/s200/5.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
Abhishek Vijay: He is a very sweet sa boy and very loving & caring<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DK7PFUMCI/AAAAAAAABMU/3T2dNZUjFcM/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DK7PFUMCI/AAAAAAAABMU/3T2dNZUjFcM/s200/6.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<br />
Vaasu: He is full of enthusiasm and energy and very caring<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DNe0OCBKI/AAAAAAAABMg/B0xkaBsYBtI/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="129" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DNe0OCBKI/AAAAAAAABMg/B0xkaBsYBtI/s200/7.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
Priyank Patel: He has tremendous energy and hamara star singer hai ji<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DOUPMZqAI/AAAAAAAABMo/ydP7Y3iKFCc/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DOUPMZqAI/AAAAAAAABMo/ydP7Y3iKFCc/s200/8.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Reshma Setpal: she is very silent and innocent and has a lovely voice.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DPkbfODfI/AAAAAAAABMw/3QLv0njcrSE/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DPkbfODfI/AAAAAAAABMw/3QLv0njcrSE/s200/9.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Bhawna Arora: she is a beautiful girl and with lots of courage…<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQk5nIKsI/AAAAAAAABM4/XwQiNLAejU0/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQk5nIKsI/AAAAAAAABM4/XwQiNLAejU0/s200/10.jpg" width="185" /></a><br />
<br />
Shrayansh Jain: He is clear hearted and speaks with with little punjabi accent which Actually suits him….<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQr-j-OTI/AAAAAAAABNA/Kyi3KYx8kW8/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQr-j-OTI/AAAAAAAABNA/Kyi3KYx8kW8/s200/11.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
Priya Garg: She is a sweetheart and a wonderful friend must say lucky if you are in her friend list<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQy2K5-fI/AAAAAAAABNI/IEDIyquwX0U/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQy2K5-fI/AAAAAAAABNI/IEDIyquwX0U/s200/12.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Rashmi Khati: She is very thoughtful and a lovely company.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQ4vOLMvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/L__k_sgmnDs/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DQ4vOLMvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/L__k_sgmnDs/s200/13.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Vaishali Khandelwal: She is brave & has lots of guts.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DRPX1SRvI/AAAAAAAABNY/qYgahLr7HD0/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DRPX1SRvI/AAAAAAAABNY/qYgahLr7HD0/s200/14.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
Akansha Mittal: She is charming, caring, loves to enjoy to fullest n one who likes very much to pull anybody’s leg ...and after this trip she is able to write……..also ha ha this is what my friend wrote for me...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
So now the unforgettable tour begins….<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DRjgb8CQI/AAAAAAAABNg/SLithfsOnN0/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DRjgb8CQI/AAAAAAAABNg/SLithfsOnN0/s200/15.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>We all were sitting on stairs of Sharda waiting for the bus to come and take us to our destination but the bus was about 2 hours late… D'oh it was so tough for all of us to wake up so early in the morning that too on Saturday huh…. But finally we all went for a tea and by the time we came the bus also arrived and we started with our trip… Our friends who started from GIGA already reserved the seats for all of us. We all occupied the last seats of the bus like the back benchers…. (I think majority of us would have enjoyed the privilege of being the backbenchers during their school days and college days)<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DS5TLTvYI/AAAAAAAABNo/WyDyO18n6Wg/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DS5TLTvYI/AAAAAAAABNo/WyDyO18n6Wg/s200/16.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
Initially when the bus started there was a bit silence as we all were famished and was waiting for the breakfast. It took around one-half hour to reach mulshi where we had breakfast. The view was mesmerizing valleys, mountains, lake …. Vow it was such a wonderful experience…<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DTVkqQouI/AAAAAAAABNw/5S3gSx73VYc/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DTVkqQouI/AAAAAAAABNw/5S3gSx73VYc/s400/17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DT1zdecVI/AAAAAAAABN4/LqK5BN34l8o/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DT1zdecVI/AAAAAAAABN4/LqK5BN34l8o/s200/18.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>After having breakfast we again started the journey and now all were synergetic and enthusiastic. We started with the most popular game in India Guess what??? Yes Of course Antakshri and our star players were Vasu, Priyank, Ashish and Sumit.<br />
All of us can never forget few songs ever: “Maa Meri Maa Se Mila De Mujhe” and “The Karz one” (So has anyone counted how many times Priyank sang these songs ..Anyways he rocked)……Well this game continued for about 4-5 hours but our star players were consistent in their energy level…God knows from where they got this energy from but it was real fun I must say we had a blast……Finally we reached Murud (a village) …it was a very different feeling we all were given rooms….all the 5 girls we stayed together it was not a hotel but we actually stayed with the locals. I hope all the girls will always remember Yogesh and his sweet talks… Yogesh was a localitie and was 8-9 year old … all of us enjoyed the conversations with him and actually watching fish in a well with him… he found that so fascinating can never forget the innocence on his face he used to throw stones in well so that we can watch fishes.<br />
<br />
Well we all freshened up and met again for the lunch which was very simple , away from all the spices……but then who cares when we are hungry….so after our lunch was over we went to the beach…<br />
It was our first encounter with the virgin beach…it was quite clean…trust me it was a mind blowing experience to see the beautiful coastal region of Konkan...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DU-fHackI/AAAAAAAABOA/iF8OnJeR9BE/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DU-fHackI/AAAAAAAABOA/iF8OnJeR9BE/s320/20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DVMZFn79I/AAAAAAAABOI/GZ78FpH52zo/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DVMZFn79I/AAAAAAAABOI/GZ78FpH52zo/s200/19.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DWFgarVpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Pzn1O3dFwGE/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DWFgarVpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Pzn1O3dFwGE/s200/21.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Can still hear the sea noice some times it was hell scary and some times soothing…all played in water…nothing scared them neither the tides nor the sea animals…accept few like me who were scared of water and Rashmi who loved to sit near the seashore all the others played football and did lot of masti<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8Dd9dfQkYI/AAAAAAAABP8/jcEBidaBQvo/s1600/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8Dd9dfQkYI/AAAAAAAABP8/jcEBidaBQvo/s200/33.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
They all just freaked out….it was pleasure watching all of them away from all the tensions and worries of life…and the best part of the trip was our phones were out of coverage...I guess we all would have never thought to live w/o our phones for 2 days but I am sure no one would have actually missed it either.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DXV-YpQaI/AAAAAAAABOk/b5Gk9Y1kP0w/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DXV-YpQaI/AAAAAAAABOk/b5Gk9Y1kP0w/s400/23.jpg" width="400" /></a>Then comes the Sunset……!!!!!!<br />
After being in water for long we all were bit tired and were damn hungry so thought of having dinner and then planned to come to beach again….When we reached the venue where our dinner arrangements were made things were looking pretty different…All the other people who came in the trip were in the mood of dance…..And our group being over enthusiastic and full of fanatics as usual just need a chance to dance so we rocked the floor as we had some great dancers in our group…Please don’t think that I am exaggerating actually our group has many talented people and they at knew to live their life to the fullest….that is why we rocked.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZS3E98AI/AAAAAAAABPE/InyM3uG9UE8/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZS3E98AI/AAAAAAAABPE/InyM3uG9UE8/s200/25.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZNRy4WCI/AAAAAAAABO8/eII--PbBdcc/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZNRy4WCI/AAAAAAAABO8/eII--PbBdcc/s320/24.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And we kept it going…….!!!!!!!!!! The Pic below…. gonna be most remembered……!!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZ0axbjpI/AAAAAAAABPM/dq8G-9u5naY/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DZ0axbjpI/AAAAAAAABPM/dq8G-9u5naY/s400/26.jpg" width="400" /></a> So at about 10:30-11:00 pm we all went to the beach the way to beach had no lights there was complete darkness and we made all sort of noises to scare each other but then we have all the brave people in our group so nothing worked…<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DaYaUdJiI/AAAAAAAABPU/K3JswAi9pxE/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="127" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DaYaUdJiI/AAAAAAAABPU/K3JswAi9pxE/s200/27.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DaarX1YCI/AAAAAAAABPc/GPs_jNLpqL8/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DaarX1YCI/AAAAAAAABPc/GPs_jNLpqL8/s200/28.jpg" width="200" /></a>At the sea shore we all just relaxed our self and spent few hours staring at the sky which was inky black and full of twinkling stars , seeing the reflection of stars in the deep blue sea was incredible…and in the background some romantic tracks (Specially Kahin to hogi woh…) to make the atmosphere very light. At times there was complete silence as all were lost in their thoughts probably might be thinking about some loved ones, some incomplete stories, dreams desires…. As one of my friend always says that we always miss our closed ones when we are on such places … or when it rains…I guess everyone there was experiencing the same…it was fantabulous…. We did not realize that it was mid night, actually we all felt like sleeping there only but then it was bit cold. So we decided to get back to our rooms…<br />
<br />
That night we lived our childhood again...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DbSkUXvnI/AAAAAAAABPs/5WcR2ecTc8E/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DbSkUXvnI/AAAAAAAABPs/5WcR2ecTc8E/s320/31.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8Dbn_h0yhI/AAAAAAAABP0/pYEq2Ch38d8/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8Dbn_h0yhI/AAAAAAAABP0/pYEq2Ch38d8/s200/32.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DbICMGYYI/AAAAAAAABPk/asZJg3QNBfQ/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S8DbICMGYYI/AAAAAAAABPk/asZJg3QNBfQ/s200/29.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The journey continues...................ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-51192188899638394832010-04-07T11:23:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:23:46.566-07:00Daddy's Gal...<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #aa3000; line-height: 115%;">He didn't tell me how to live; he lives, and let me watch him do it</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S7zNZlFNOcI/AAAAAAAABLg/9OEfGXSuB6c/s1600/father_and_daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S7zNZlFNOcI/AAAAAAAABLg/9OEfGXSuB6c/s320/father_and_daughter.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">On our visit to hospital for some routine checkups while we were waiting for our turn to meet the Doc, I just noticed Aadi was looking at someone and had a big smile on her face…I also looked at the same direction and saw a father playing with his child he was so much engrossed that he did not even notice our stares. There was something very magical about that moment just at that time Aadi asked why you don’t write something about a father and daughter relationship. Well I have already given a thought about it before also... so today I am finally writing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Well I have lot to say when it comes to my dad… He is my role model, he is the nicest human being I have ever met in my life, very simple and alas…I just worship him. He has always treated me like a princess in his royal castle always under his shadow of protection and love. He has never been strict to me for anything and trust me till date he has never scolded me ... might be the other reason is that I have always been a good daughter lolz… Hope I am not sounding like a narcissist. Whenever I used to have a fight with my mom over petty trifles I used to go to his office to complaint, he used to just respond with a big smile and then ask Arjun (guy working in his office) to get me whatever I want specially to eat as after a fight with mom we usually decide that we will not eat anything that she cooks ha ha. Once I even went on a hunger strike at home … and when my dad came back from office he made parathas for me ...though he is very bad at cooking but still I cannot express what it meant to me.<span> </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> He used to narrate stories to me and my bro…. (That I now tell my roommates ;)) <span> </span>I have always been greedy for more stories and at times when he got frustrated…His favorite story was “Ek tha Raja Ek this Rani dono mar gaye khatm kahani” I miss those stories a lot. My dad is not very expressive but still on my b’day , which majority of the times I used to celebrate at my Nanihal as it falls during summer vacations , he used to send a big size b’day card in which except the address there was nothing… but still it was the best b’day wish for me. He can say a million words without saying anything and that‘s the way he is. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I just love the way he loves me, he makes me a proud daughter. I have lot of memories that I cannot replay but can just wish that I could….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S7zNW3LsYJI/AAAAAAAABLY/JlRnj_tAh9s/s1600/DSC01362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S7zNW3LsYJI/AAAAAAAABLY/JlRnj_tAh9s/s200/DSC01362.JPG" width="150" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Infact for every daughter her father provides a sense of security and reassures her that she will always be protected from harm. A father is always someone who wants to catch you before you fall but he instead picks you up, brushes you off and let you try again. Love you papa …I know you will never read this blog but still wanted to speak it loud. And you know I always used to do my best to impress you with my achievements </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span> </span>whatever I am today is all because of your parenting, love and care Dad. You have always been my inspiration.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To all people if you think it’s too late to acknowledge your parents, it’s never too late</span></div><h1><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 9pt;">“</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p _moz-userdefined=""></o:p></span></h1><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-70318106919615803072010-03-19T12:40:00.000-07:002010-03-19T12:45:12.252-07:00All I am I owe to my mother...Mommy's girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S6PSjD9aMcI/AAAAAAAABKw/RhknY4dj7Lc/s1600-h/1016004276_3b027dc5fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S6PSjD9aMcI/AAAAAAAABKw/RhknY4dj7Lc/s200/1016004276_3b027dc5fa.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Today I am missing my mom like anything so it gave me a good reason to write something about her. It has almost been 3 years that I am staying away from my family but still did not get used to being without them. I try and keep myself as busier as I can but still there is no one who can and there is no way I can fill that vacuum. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Even now when she comes to leave me at station I have tears in my eyes. I always have to carry extra bags with me so that she can pack all my favorite snacks though I crib in front of my friends “mumma na sunte hi nahi hai inna saara snacks de dete hai” but I just love it , we all actually love that gesture of love. As I look back upon the years gone by life feels like bliss. I still miss when she used to wake me up with all those lovely nick names sona ,monu, betu, goldu and there are many others, you people might also be having many right ? My exam times when she used to be awake till the time I study at night to serve me tea or with anything I need. And then again wake up early to company me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> I still remember during my school days I always was in habit of studying till the moment I enter the exam room. And on the day of exams did not even want to waste a second, I used to have a milk mug in one hand, book on the other and she used to help me in wearing my shoes. She used to daily come to my bus stop to leave me for school. I miss doing homework with you mom, and those fancy dress competitions it was all fun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In my college days she used to always take care that I look beautiful she was the one who used to choose the dress for me. If any day I looked dull she used to put a teeka on my forehead. Though my college mates used to tease me that seems this girl has an affair with a pandit he he but I used to feel it was trendy . And of course like for all the mothers, for my mom too I am her perfect daughter not sure whether I am or not …but will always strive for it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Now life is no more hunky-dory there is no one to leave me till my bus stop, no one to select dresses for me, no one to take care of me…Just want to say to you mom that I just need your presence here I love you a lot..For me the whole world is at one side and you at one...Need your warm hug I really miss your pampering and actually everything about you. You made my life as beautiful as a fairy tale …You are my divine angel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S6PSqWhn9hI/AAAAAAAABK4/si7GLHpukFw/s1600-h/IMAGE_510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S6PSqWhn9hI/AAAAAAAABK4/si7GLHpukFw/s200/IMAGE_510.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-US">People…Please call up your mom to say her that you love her because many times we don’t think it’s necessary but it is…. I already did...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I hope they're still making women like my momma. She always told me to do the right thing. She always told me to have pride in myself; she said a good name is better than money. - Joe Louis</span></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-57218957530914741532010-02-25T09:55:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:02:08.293-08:00Chlorine is my new perfume<div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> Natation (My first experience of Swimming)</i></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S4a5So_kqMI/AAAAAAAABIY/o10lQM7Kigw/s1600-h/807_38_2234---Swimming-Pool_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S4a5So_kqMI/AAAAAAAABIY/o10lQM7Kigw/s320/807_38_2234---Swimming-Pool_web.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ah have joined swimming classes yippy...I am a big time water phobic so the first day was like a hell for me have never even take a shower properly because I fear from water so learning swimming was something close to risking my life and obviously a very big deal for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> I and Aadi suddenly went mad on Saturday (13th Feb 2010) and purchased all the stuffs we needed and joined the swimming class. It was very fascinating to see the blue water but only seeing it from far away was fascinating actually my heart was skipping beats with the thought that I have to get down in water. And Aadi was so much happy as she wanted to do chhapar- chhapar in water that is what she calls swimming in her language. I stepped towards the pool side and was just staring at water, my trainer shouted at me to get down. He was getting on my nerves who can explain him that the water is scaring the hell out of me. Well somehow I managed to use the stairs to get down in the pool the moment my feet touched the water I immediately came out from the pool seems like an inside upward thrust of phobia. Aadi and ma trainer shared a hidden laugh but they still encouraged me to try again. I also tried to make another attempt but this time in baby pool he he. I convinced my trainer that 2.5 feet depth is enough for me to learn swimming he gave me a sly smile and said “ok, only 1 class in baby pool “ . I could finally get hold of my breath and happily I got down in the water. But life is never so simple , like it happens in Ekta Kapoor’s daily soup my life is also with full of twists and turns so again comes the twist , I think nobody in that place want to see my smiling face. While I was enjoying in baby pool my trainer told me that the first thing you need to learn is to have a proper control over breathing. For which the exercise given was to inhale outside the water with mouth and exhale inside the water with nose. My problem was that I can have control over my breathing only when I breathe because of the fear from water I realized that I almost forgot to breathe. After lot of encouragement and support from Aadi and my trainer, after some unsuccessful attempts I finally did it. I finally learned the exercise. Though chlorine has become a familiar fragrance to me there is a long way ahead by the time I learn swimming. But it made me feel nostalgic about my childhood, when I first learned cycling, driving my dad’s scooter it was a similar feeling , similar thought process , I was as scared then as I am now . But if I have done it before I can do it now also. Wish me luck. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Also there is another reason that motivates me for swimming I want to defeat Aadi and Ajay (my best friends) actually drown them in the pool as they always make fun of me. D’oh it was a secret mission until now and now it’s an open challenge to both of you guys be aware I am coming soon. I am a dabbler now but will become an expert soon.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seventy-five percent of our planet is water - can you swim? ~Author Unknown</span></div>ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456841397637328175.post-10004907749042029212010-02-03T09:30:00.000-08:002010-02-13T04:33:56.963-08:00Rida..Favoured by God<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S2m117BsfBI/AAAAAAAABDA/yQjxg45r9yk/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iztmyElDZXY/S2m117BsfBI/AAAAAAAABDA/yQjxg45r9yk/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434074363381709842" /></a><br />There are millions of orphans world-wide. Some of them live on the streets, some in foster care, and some in orphanages. Some of them are abused or..... And it goes the same way....<br />Out of my busy schedule (just trying to flaunt a bit ;) that I am busy)... I got a chance to visit Saraswati ashram...Well if I am asked what I felt like...it would be very difficult to express my feelings but will of course try...so the journey begins here<br /><br />About Saraswati Ashram: They adopt the child and provide him/her healthy educational platform at here for his/her brighter tomorrow.<br /><br />26th Jan 2010<br />Like many of us would like to spend a holiday especially if it comes on a weekday I would have slept till afternoon. But this Republic day had something else in store for me. I always used to struggle to be part of a NGO where I can put in my earnest efforts. I have always believed that I can change things around me might be hoping against hope but honestly never did anything to change things around me it has always been a mere thought. On Monday (25th Jan) while surfing through the official mails I read about saraswati ashram which is supported by the Organisation I work with. And this time I did not let it go...<br />We went to ashram which was kind of a remote place a slum area. The approach road to ashram was difficult to cross especially with all the eyes staring at us , anyways we somehow managed to reach there.<br />After we reached, Richard who is the regular supporter of the ashram introduced us to Devidas Ji (the one who started the organisation) and the other caretakers. While this introduction session was going on I was feeling very distracted my eyes gazing from one kid to another. They were playing around and a bit happy that they saw some more people...well honestly was feeling like monkey in a ZOO..But there was something special about those kids or might be for the very first time I bothered to look them so closely. They were very cheerful and all seem to be excited about the flag hosting.<br />Devidas Ji asked Richard to do the honours I can feel how proud and important he could have felt he modestly hosted the flag along with Devidas Ji and few others. Just after the flag hosting all sang Jan Gan man...I was proud to be part of this celebration.<br />Now comes the most interesting part, we got a chance to interact with the kids..Shobha , Santosh,Kajal and many more . Aadi danced with the kids in their tune and taught them some dancing steps, she is a champ in that...It was all so fascinating. Got to know a completely different world...We all were having time of our life. A girl Shobha who studies in Class 9 came to me to tell that she wants to come with me to spend the weekend with us. When I said alright let’s make it next weekend I saw her eyes dazzling with excitement, she gave a big smile and it was actually the moment of magic for me. I would also like to share a secret a selfish interest of mine I was actually feeling like a celebrity infact all of us, all eyes were on us when we used to sit they used to sit, when we used to stand they used to stand.For every inch movement of ours they used to adjust themselves accordingly. I hope I am not offending my beau because even he makes me feel the same he is the love of my life...no...The love of my existence...I am highly influenced by Twilight he he and also cannot write anything without mentioning him. Well did not even realise how the time just passed by ,will never be able to forget those beautiful moments and neither do I want to that’s why after knowing the fact that I am a terrible writer I am writing .<br /> I was at terrace with the kids they were showing me the pet they have Pigeons(dozens of them) when aadi called me up that lets make a move I was least interested in leaving that place but finally we had to ..All the kids came to escort us till the gate...It was a stupendous experience being there. I am now waiting for the next weekend to come have lot to listen from the kids and lot to say...But No child deserves a life like that. Orphaned or not.<br />We all have a thirst of experiencing these magical moments but many of us don’t put in the efforts. Trust me you don’t even have to go an NGO you can still make others smile...The world around is very beautiful and full of life only we need to do is to make an effort. Uh...That gives an agenda to my blog:<br /><br />Mission: Make others smile<br /><br />Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it.<br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.co.in/ansh1705/Rida?authkey=Gv1sRgCOzC66qd1-OtTg#ansh....http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976847113410948458noreply@blogger.com16