<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:35:28.054-08:00</updated><category term='Superstitions'/><category term='Mishaps'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='vacations.'/><category term='Illness'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='college'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Result'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='hostel'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Google'/><category term='moods'/><category term='Creativity'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='silly experiences'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Fights'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Holidiays'/><category term='Novels'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Just like that'/><category term='Disgusting Hobbies'/><category term='Home'/><category term='spats.'/><category term='love'/><category term='Innocent Childhood'/><category term='Sports and me'/><category term='Fest'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>BICKERING KITTEN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-8332003289323246676</id><published>2011-08-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:57:33.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And life goes on..</title><content type='html'>I'm always so devoid of thoughts worth writing in my blog that I myself wait for my next post. I wait for moments which could stimulate my thought process so much so that I can update my blog with some thing. I bet it feels lonely. Anyway, this time I'm pretty frustrated. (When am I not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: A-not-so-noble person bought my PG and hence saved us all from the misery of finding a house in such a wretched place like Gurgaon. The person - noble cuz of this very fact that I stated. And not-so-noble cuz he's a prick.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new roommate now. Only thing I dislike about PGs :  You're forced to befriend new people. She's nice. Come on! You don't expect me to bitch about her on a public forum! Do you? :P Only problem: She got the remote of this idiot-box in our room fixed. Earlier I had this good fortune of having a lazy roommate who didn't mind watching TV. The only reason she didn't watch it was the remote, which never worked. And she was lazy to get up from bed every time she had to change the channel and even lazier to find a way to get the remote fixed. And I never found it sane enough to empathize with her or help her in this matter in any way. Hence, I was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room mate, however not so different from the lazy one, turned out to be lazy enough to get up from the bed to change the damn channel but not so lazy as to pester the PG owner to get the remote fixed. Me. I absolutely detest watching TV.  My feelings against this creation by mankind are becoming so stronger day by day that its either me or a TV in the same room. New Roommate is an avid viewer of all the daily soaps. Scenes which are not even remotely funny, crack her up. I'm left doing nothing but just sitting on my bed and wondering at her gullibility. With all the modesty expected out of me, I would like to mention that I consider myself as a possessor of a fairly good sense of humor (which I showcase only to those who are close to me :P). Whenever I see those "actors" trying to do their job at acting, let alone comedy; I feel pity for all those people who, I can't understand why, have fallen prey to such nonsense playing on TV. You won't believe, my roommate even says "By God" and claps her hands in delight, after every sixty seconds to show her approval for her "funny" "actors"! &lt;br /&gt;So, my next plan of action: Buy a set of original(and sound-proof, if they make any) ear-phones, which won't ditch me only in 1 month like those Made-in-China-only-for-250-bucks I bought last month. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I recently observed:  An elevator won't come before the time it is destined to come, no matter how many times or how hard you press the button. Exactly what I wanted to tell the person, who was molesting the poor button the other morning. I  just refrained myself from giving words to my thoughts, seeing how annoyed he was. Just in case..Its better to keep some things to yourself, rather than getting humiliated in public. The elevator didn't come for another 5 minutes. That kept the sadist in me entertained till the time it finally came. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-8332003289323246676?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/8332003289323246676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=8332003289323246676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8332003289323246676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8332003289323246676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And life goes on..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1422530533151773242</id><published>2011-06-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:53:04.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports and me'/><title type='text'>The Google Basketball League.</title><content type='html'>Google basketball League was held on 13th June in Gurgaon. And as the name clearly says, it was a basketball tournament of sorts among some "basketball players".  While some of the players were real players! Others played just for the free jerseys. :D U get no brownie points for guessing the category that I belong too! :P Of course, I played for the jersey! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, do you remember all the crap that you were told when you used to go to school about why exactly one shouldn't be greedy? Yeah…well, they were right after all. A little something happened with the size of the jerseys. Jersey - my only motivation behind playing basketball. :( I had ordered a small one and I got a large instead.  Its of no use to me now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we'll talk a li'l bit about the historic match. Although, me and my team knew beforehand that we were gonna lose, we still wanted to see how bad we lose. I'm assuming that scores don't matter when u're actually playing just for a jersey. So, I won't mention them either. To throw some light on my thought process during those humiliating 25 minutes, here I present you with an excerpt from a rather complicated piece of whatever-you-call-it: At one point during the match that requires great levels of spontaneity and presence of mind,  so distracted was this little piece of mind that it actually made me look at the clouds in the sky and silently wish that it would rain that night. Then I was shaken by my own guilt back into the game and I did some major contribution towards our defeat. Throughout the match, my teammates played smartly enough not passing the ball to me. The times that they did pass the ball to me, they were made to regret their decision immediately afterwards. And they didn't even shy away from expressing their regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suck at basketball too. *sigh* Bowling being the other game that I suck at. I will never forget that inauspicious day when I broke two of my precious nails, bowling for the first and the only time in my life, bringing disgrace to my team. That day, I contributed single-handedly towards my team's defeat. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1422530533151773242?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1422530533151773242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1422530533151773242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1422530533151773242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1422530533151773242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/06/google-basketball-league.html' title='The Google Basketball League.'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-8276820949555632366</id><published>2011-05-20T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:00:46.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I should get married. At least I'll have a house to live in and I won't even have to pay for it. :( Finding a guy would be much easier than finding a house in Gurgaon, m sure. Life would become so much more easier, merrier and wealthier cuz I won't have to pay my rent any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then I think who would want to let go of his independence just to save a few bucks. I'll shop less, but I won't sacrifice my freedom. I better be patient and soon I'll find my dream house(within my budget!). Hence, I say This too shall pass. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-8276820949555632366?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/8276820949555632366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=8276820949555632366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8276820949555632366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8276820949555632366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-141402614343700841</id><published>2011-05-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T08:37:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up the creek, without a paddle!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been stranded in a desert with no sign of water. It's been exactly 9 months now that I've been in Gurgaon and it's the 4th time that I'm moving! After going through a hell lot of trouble, I finally found a place worth living in Gurgaon this time. Just when I had convinced myself that I'll never ever think of leaving this PG, come what may, I get kicked out! No..not literally of course! I'm too decent a girl to get kicked out of some place like that. :D B-) Actually,one fine day, when I thought I had every reason to smile, I got a message in my mobile (it rhymed!!) that the story is not over yet, my child(yeah, this time I did it to make it rhyme). Coming straight to the point now, the PG owner sent us a message telling us that he's closing down the PG. :( I have to look for a place yet again! Aaarrgggghhh! I so hate house hunting and that too in a place like Gurgaon! People just want to make money here. They'll have 3 beds in a match-box sized room and one almirah very conveniently parted into two so that two people can have each half! And the poor third one(which somehow would always be me!) gets an almirah, the size of a shoerack! :-/  Getting a flat on rent is even more difficult. There rents are sky-high! I wish it was possible to just pitch a tent wherever you wanted to and lead a happy life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where do I find a shelter next.  Until then, I'll keep cursing Gurgaon for being such a pain! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some updates. Let's start with the to-do list that I promised last time but never came up with. That's cuz nothing has changed since then. I'm yet to finish Catch-22. I get so busy lazying around in my free time that I hardly get time to read it. But, my vow still holds strong. I'll read that novel till the end. And until then I'll not think of any other novel even in my dreams! Coming to the movie, Robot. Whenever I got a chance to watch it, I forgot that I wanted to watch it. So, its still there. The only new thing added to the list is "kill a few people". The task is as simple as that, I just have to figure out how to do that so that I don't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the third topic that's been in my posts for a while now. Learning. What have I learnt next? I learnt, rather realized that I'm out of college now. Yes. 9 months in Google and I realize it now. But, better late than never. :) I was so used to getting spoon-fed by my parents, my brother that it took me a good 9 months time to understand that I have to take care of me, myself. Didn't realize that nobody is gonna come here to help me get up when I fall down. People won't be so cruel as to walk over you but yaa it'd get too late by the time someone actually would come to help you stand up on your own feet.  &lt;br /&gt;So, lesson learnt: Grow up. Oops! I've already grown up. Its time to start acting like one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just for the record I'd like to mention that the whole thing about going through trouble in finding the current PG that I said "I" went through was not all correct.  Actually, who went through all that trouble were my parents nd my bro. I had little role to play. (That was a part of spoon feeding process too.) I just wanted to have a clear conscience. So, just mentioned it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-141402614343700841?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/141402614343700841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=141402614343700841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/141402614343700841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/141402614343700841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/05/up-creek-without-paddle.html' title='Up the creek, without a paddle!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5834076342928746837</id><published>2011-04-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:11:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and....bored.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while that I've written something…and I miss writing. First things first, I've been in a rotten mood for one month running. So, if this post sounds depressing/uninteresting/dull you know why. Let's begin now. I've shifted to Gurgaon again. But, that doesn't make any difference to my readers(if there are any) since I never wrote anything about moving out of Gurgaon in the first place. So, yes, that did happen once and now I'm back to square one. Last time, I left Gurgaon in one month only cuz I thought it was lifeless(which I still think it is). Seriously, I haven't even seen a stray dog in Gurgaon! Not that I want to, but come on I need to say something to prove my point. Now, I'm back here cuz nothing else was working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, Gurgaon is better. I have more time for myself now. Put it another way, I have more time to get bored of myself…plus I get time to read too. But, lately I've become so lazy that I have to push myself into doing something worthwhile!  This is one thing that I keep wondering about when I'm sitting idle. What has led me into being such a lazy bum!? Nd esp these days, I'm going through that phase in life where you suddenly realize that life is going past you! You thought you had time and then one day you find out that you're just standing still while others have crossed miles and miles. When you feel that you don't have any ambition left in life. I'm sure all of us go through this phase at least once in life. So, that's the reason I'm not taking it too hard on myself. (:D) But, I do realize that I've to be much more sincere in life. Now that the realization part is over, the action part has to start. Nd it starts right now! (In my next post, if I remember, I'll give updates on how far did it go :-/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh…look what this idleness had done to me. I stopped reading completely. When I don't read I don't write cuz I feel creatively challenged. So, whenever you see a new post on my blog after a long time, you should know that I've started reading something. These days I'm reading Catch 22. This is the fifth and the last time that I'm giving this novel a shot. Not that it's a boring novel. It's hilarious and great fun! Actually, I'm reading a second hand copy of the novel. What turns me off is its look. Its pages are mostly dark grey in color and its hard to keep all the pages together in the novel. They keep coming out and once they are out, they keep falling down and I don't have enough patience to take care of each and every page! My laziness and stinginess is not allowing me to buy a new copy. That's why the whole story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing nothing but crap only because my mind has nothing but crap right now. Forgive me for wasting your time(if at all there IS someone whose time I've wasted) Talking about crap reminds me of Robot, the movie. I watched it yesterday. Not the whole movie, some part of it. Nd boy! I loved the movie. :D Totally! Next up on my to-do list is "watch Robot". Ohh..I've come up with another fantastic idea. :D My to-do list! I don't have any right now. But, I'll start writing one and my next post is gonna be my to-do list! :) Ahh! I feel somewhat happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's not be over-dramatic. I don't feel any better. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5834076342928746837?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5834076342928746837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5834076342928746837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5834076342928746837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5834076342928746837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/04/bored-andbored.html' title='Bored and....bored.'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4926124140679588578</id><published>2011-01-05T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:53:49.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty Had a Great Fall!</title><content type='html'>What's your instant reaction when you see somebody falling down? :D Well, my smiley speaks for me. I laugh out loud! Even if the situation does not allow me to be loud, I still laugh out loud. Simple! When somebody falls down, all sensible and sane people come into action and help that person get back to his senses. While not-so-sane people like me, very smoothly, walk away to a safe corner and laugh! :D I know that's mean. But, sometimes if I get a chance, I do help people and save my laughter for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I writing about this natural phenomenon of laughing when you see an innocent soul toppling? Obviously, cuz I witnessed a smilar incident today. The only twist in the story is that, the person who fell down was none other than ME!!! :-/ (Why else would I write "innocent soul"?)  I fell down flat on my back! :( How do you differentiate if the liquid that is spilt on the floor is actually oil and not water? x-( Thank God, I was carrying my bag on both my shoulders. It, like a good shock absorber, protected my back. I would also like to thank the pony tail that I had made after a very long time. It also acted as a shock absorber nd saved my head. :) But, the lower portion had to bear the shock!  Yeah..it pains! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank the Almighty for it was dark that time and nobody saw a once-smiling-nd-chirpy girl suddenly vanishing, only to be found on the floor the very next second. Except for those four idiots, who did see and had their share of fun. One of my friends, who was coming after me,(who could not witness the scene) heard them laughing and asked us if we knew what had happened to make them laugh so hard! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd lastly, a big thanks to my friend who was walking with me and did not laugh or make fun of me, even when she could! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Just for the record - See! I've been saying that my days are not going good since a long time. Hence Proved. I was not cribbing without a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4926124140679588578?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4926124140679588578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4926124140679588578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4926124140679588578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4926124140679588578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/01/humpty-dumpty-had-great-fall.html' title='Humpty Dumpty Had a Great Fall!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-300344673357776778</id><published>2011-01-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:38:17.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>"Happy" New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Its New year yet again! Time to rejoice. Time to celebrate! Time to begin everything afresh. Its time to do what you could not do in the past year. Time to push your limits and surprise yourself. A time for new hopes and new beginnings. Time to live your life the way you always dreamt of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;….CRAP! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I've been getting such messages every year since forever! My cel and my inbox are flooded with SMSes full of greetings! On Facebook everybody's status is the same! I don't understand why!! It's just another year! What's the big deal? Why's everybody so happy if a new year has started!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I still have to wake up at 6 in the morning, leave for office and work till 5 in the evening, as usual. No matter what time of the day its gonna be, my height isn't gonna be an inch longer!  No matter what month it is, I do not see myself going on a holiday ever in the near future! No matter what year it is, it still doesn't guarantee whether I'll ever be able to change my status from "single" to "double"! :-/ And last but not the least and most importantly, how can everyone forget that it brings us even closer to the much-hyped-and-jinxed year 2012! If at all the buzz about the "great" apocalypse is true, (the belief on which our very dear news channels don't leave us with much choice!) we should rather be dreading this year and the year after this! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Clearly, m highly frustrated and not in a very good mood. Wish we could be allowed to work from home the entire winter. Things might have been a bit merrier then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;….uhhhh by the way, did I wish u all a very Happy New Year yet?? M so sorry! A very Happy and prosperous 2011 everyone. May u get all the happiness and success that u've always deserved and may all your dreams come true and…..errr….don't even get me started now! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-300344673357776778?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/300344673357776778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=300344673357776778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/300344673357776778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/300344673357776778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='&quot;Happy&quot; New Year!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4229700406872466555</id><published>2010-12-24T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:36:49.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the f***!! x-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;First of all…an update on my previous post. I did go to the party last night. Nd I had decided that I'll dedicate a full fledged post to the party nd all the gossips that happened. Believe me, I would have been writing about that only right now, had the other disaster not happened! M so upset and hopeless that I can anytime decide against writing this post. So, let's just get started..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;It so happened, that me nd my friend went all the way to Sadar Baazaar for some "cheap" shopping. (For which. I eventually had to pay heavily!) x-( I'll not go into the unnecessary details and would come to the point right away. We took a rickshaw to the metro station while returning. (Get ready..the climax is here) Some asshole came right next to me and snatched my wallet from my hand and ran away like a dog with his stupid tail on fire! I lost my debit card and yeah…money too! Nd the saddest part, we couldn't do anything! :( Yes! I immediately called my bank's customer care helpline and got my card blocked. That's the first question people ask me when they hear my story. So now, I pretty much know what details are important to tell when you recite an incident like this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Yeah, so one thing is clear…that this whole Universe is conspiring against me. I've been having unusually terrible days since a few weeks now. Nd it's not that m not learning any lesson! I am learning a whole new lesson with every thing that is coming along my way. But, the thing is I feel flooded with so many lessons now! I don't want any other lesson!! M too tiny to take all this load! x-(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Hellooooo!! God!!! Are u listening to me??? :-/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4229700406872466555?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4229700406872466555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4229700406872466555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4229700406872466555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4229700406872466555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-f-x.html' title='What the f***!! x-('/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-8818464880721420136</id><published>2010-12-22T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:11:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Party</title><content type='html'>That's right. I have a Holiday party tomorrow. Nd m not at all excited. Nd neither m I going with the cliche' that 'M not a party person', which actually was my mantra for a long time. Very recently I realized that I do enjoy parties; :) Anyway, that's not the issue! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M not looking forward to the party because of my own mistake! So, the thing is that the whole office knew about the party since November. Nd we got around three to four reminders for registering ourselves for the party. Nd u guessed it right! I did not register myself. Nd when do I realize my simple mistake? Today! x-( Nd they say it's too late now to register yourself, which, sadly though, seems to be fairly reasonable. I'll have to go to the party as somebody's guest now. Nd m not able to find any "somebody"! :( Everyone is getting a guest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I did register for the party. But God only knows what I registered myself for! Anyways, whatever happened to that form now! Huh! Already, I was feeling so high about myself that this had to happen! I feel mad at myself for being so stupid, so careless and so very dumb! I definitely need to be more disciplined nd more responsible! Now, what to i do to feel better? Usually, when m mad at somebody, I stop talking to that person for a day or two. M mad at myself. How do you not talk to yourself! x-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M off to some deep breathing now nd a deeper thinking. Hope to write next time in a better mood. :-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-8818464880721420136?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/8818464880721420136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=8818464880721420136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8818464880721420136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8818464880721420136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-party.html' title='The Holiday Party'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1273019439369779491</id><published>2010-12-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:41:27.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Learning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Its been four months since I started working. Nd I've already reached the point where you start musing over the purpose of your life. (Too soon! Isn't it?) But seriously, everything looks rosy in the beginning. But, when you sit down and look back, its not that beautiful as you thought it'd be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Gosh! I sound too depressed. Its not Google. So far, Google has been the best thing that has happened to me. It's just me nd it's one of those times where you realize that you still have a long...long way to go. Perhaps, even longer than you ever imagined. Nd the question that's scaring the hell out of me is whether I'll ever be able to really do something about it or not! Will I ever be able to make it worthwhile?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;This is pretty much all that's going on in my mind these days.  Thinking, thinking and a lot more of thinking. Nd few things that might sound stupid but, that keep me going through this are shopping, movies and the thought, which by the way is not stupid, that every person at some point in his life finds himself in a situation like this and finds himself alone and also, finds a way through it on his own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Now, I sound too philosophical! Actually, I don't like writing emotional nd philosophical stuff in my blog. But, sometimes you just want to let it out. That's what I did. May be, I'll read this post someday in future nd laugh it off with a tinge of embarrassment. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1273019439369779491?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1273019439369779491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1273019439369779491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1273019439369779491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1273019439369779491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning.html' title='Learning..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-2648651623776159785</id><published>2010-11-15T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:31:27.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>The Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;It was not just a conference that m gonna write about. It was my first conference! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;The Google Sales Conference. :) The fun started right from our journey to Hyderabad for the conference. This time, surprisingly, I dint get that giddy feeling in the plane that I get every time! So, I could actually look down and enjoy the Google map-like view of earth! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;After reaching we all were taken to the Hyd office in a shuttle. There, I embarrassed myself by missing out on one step of the staircase nd almost falling like an idiot nd my stupid slippers over-reacting by making a noise that would attract unwanted attention from people who were almost sure that I'm gonna cry! huh! :-/ But, I just chose to ignore that anything of that sort happened. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;After that, we went to our hotel. Nd we all went crazy cuz it was a 5-star. So, suddenly we all forgot that we were tired nd started posing for random pics. Even a pencil would make it to a pic with us cuz it was not a simple pencil! :D The first day went on like this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;So, the next day the conference started with a grand opening. The evenings used to be fun. They had the band Parikrama performing on the first day, which I found boring! We had karaoke too. :) I sang with my friends. I didn't know the song but  we could read the lyrics on a screen. Nd, nobody seemed to care for the rhythm. :D So, I didn't have to worry much! We all sucked. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Also, I had a sip of vodka nd white wine! :D Vodka, I liked but not white wine. :-/ I didn't taste red wine cuz it looked like blood, and beer cuz I didn't like its bottle.  I remember having a sip of vodka on the second day nd right after that we had the DJ night with DJ Suketu. Nd I danced like a duck gone wild! I asked experienced people in vodka if it was that sip which made me dance like that. But. it turns out that a single sip can't do enough to make u that crazy! :-o&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Those were the 3 days cut very short to include only the important and the fun part. After everything got over, we went back to our hotel in our shuttles with all the drunk people singing songs like "Jaane-jaa dhoondta phir raha hoon tumhe raat din mai yahaan se wahaan".  :D Felt good to know that we all were sailing in the same boat afterall. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-2648651623776159785?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/2648651623776159785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=2648651623776159785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2648651623776159785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2648651623776159785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/11/conference.html' title='The Conference'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-8733927539774200339</id><published>2010-08-22T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:49:34.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Weekend &amp; TV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My post's name should be weekend and South Indian TV instead. :D Sunday morning nd me nd my roommate switch on the TV. And guess what we end up watching! A Telugu movie! :D :D We caught the movie midway nd watched it till the end, Nd we actually could understand the dialogues! Sounds a lil strange right? But m not lying! No lies on my blog. We seriously could understand each nd everything that was goin on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was simple. Cuz we were watching Shankar Dada MBBS! Now..that sounds familiar..right? :D Yes. It was a remake of our very own MunnaBhai MBBS...with nothing new nd different at all! The dialogues were same, the costume was exactly same nd their acting, expressions were the exact copy of the Hindi movie! Except that MunnaBhai was ShankarDada nd Circuit was ATM!! ATM = Any Time Murder! :D So, it was not all copied afterall. :) Towards the end too, they did something original. Added South Indian tadka through their fighting scenes where the hero just enters and the whole place starts shaking nd then he just gives a punch to the villain and the villain goes all round nd round in the air nd then falls flat on the floor! :D Same happens with other villains who were waiting in a circle for their turn while others were getting beaten up nd kicked by Shankar Dada! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun watching the movie. But I really wish I could listen to the Telugu version of the song "Dekhle"! :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-8733927539774200339?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/8733927539774200339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=8733927539774200339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8733927539774200339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8733927539774200339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-tv.html' title='Weekend &amp; TV.'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-6655875280550240866</id><published>2010-08-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:05:42.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Google Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did I write about my office in my last post? No! :-o So, here it goes! :) But before that...writing about Google office reminds me of one of my posts. it was in 2008. I posted pics of Google office in Zurich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wondered what its like to work at such a place. Well..now I know how it feels! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google office in one word...Colorful. More? Magical. Magical, was what one of our trainers said wen asked to describe this office in a word. Nd I could not agree more. There is some kind of hypnotising aura in this place that makes u fall in love with it over and over again. The kind of freedom that we get, gives us a sense of belonging. Nd this feeling of love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belongingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keeps us going all day long and makes us smile. The office building is so huge!  The interiors so beautiful...it just makes me awe in wonder! I'm a day dreamer..a typical P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iscean&lt;/span&gt;. I've had many impossible dreams.&lt;/span&gt;..but never thought in my wildest dream that I'll land up at such a grand place in my life! I feel like a part of a big and a happy family here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Onnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Each day we were getting South Indian food along with other stuff. Nd on Friday the cafeterias were decorated with banana leaves and different flowers. The cuisine was typical South Indian. I couldn't decide what to have and what not to have. Everything looked same. Though, they had written the names of the dishes too..but the names were too difficult to pronounce. So, I didn't care! :D Nd the dress code was Saree for girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mundu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the guys. But very few people came dressed according to the code. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we have a long weekend ahead. We've got an off on Monday on account of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Onnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna go and see Film City. I've heard it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place. Let's see what happens. Till then...a very happy weekend to all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-6655875280550240866?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/6655875280550240866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=6655875280550240866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6655875280550240866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6655875280550240866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/08/google-updates.html' title='Google Updates!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3965479276000605457</id><published>2010-08-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T04:36:37.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>First Day at Work. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TGmHbmh9y4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/5ilamw7kkYc/s1600/logo1w.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TGmHbmh9y4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/5ilamw7kkYc/s320/logo1w.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506080927706368898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first day at office and my very first thought: God! U must be kidding me! Its far far better than what I had thought! l'll start with the details right away..I have so much to write...my heart and my mind can't come on a consensus what to write first! So, I'll just start from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached office in the morning and we met our buddies. We all were assigned buddies who were supposed to make us feel at home. We were welcomed by their smiling faces. Talking to them, introducing ourselves to them and being guided by them reminded me of Art of Living! I felt like they all were the volunteers and I was in one of those Art of Living sessions. :) Seriously..they all lived up to the tag given to them..buddies! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they took us to the cafeteria for breakfast. But none of us was hungry as we had already had our breakfast in the guest house. We had lunch,though, later during the day. What I had heard was true..Google is really generous with food nd stuff. :D Its a perfect place for a foodie like me! But I wasn't feeling hungry today..dunno y! :-/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the orientation day...so we had different people coming up one by one and telling us about Google, its policies nd stuff nd yaa making us feel special. :) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a small activity which our buddies arranged for us. It was a treasure hunt. We had a good time roaming all around in the office with our Google caps on! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since, It's been only one day here with people...m not talking much. :-o Dunno how long m gonna take to get comfortable. Its this breaking-the-ice part that I find really difficult..I tell you! Nd once its done...life becomes all roses for me nd difficult for the people around me! :D lolz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh..nd I forgot to mention...we all got Google bags, T-shirts, diaries, pen and the cutest thing of all..a google keyring! :) I love to keep a collection of key rings nd now I have the coolest key ring in my collection! I saw it after coming back from the office, gave it a gentle peck nd kept it safely in my cupboard. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing I noticed...people out here are really smart! I was observing them nd I was telling myself...long way to go girl! I'm gonna get so much to learn here from everybody around me. It's a totally different world! This place..looks like a dream within a dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my first day at Google in short. I'll keep coming back with more updates. Right now just want to sign off saying..I'm feeling lucky...indeed! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3965479276000605457?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3965479276000605457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3965479276000605457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3965479276000605457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3965479276000605457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-at-work.html' title='First Day at Work. :)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TGmHbmh9y4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/5ilamw7kkYc/s72-c/logo1w.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4882622518811836292</id><published>2010-08-08T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:46:15.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TF8I8sZpqVI/AAAAAAAAArI/GNXIP7YnetU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TF8I8sZpqVI/AAAAAAAAArI/GNXIP7YnetU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503127108473956690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lot of new things happening in my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even write about any of them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all..m a graduate now! :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Graduate&lt;/span&gt;..sounds so scholarly! :D I remember the days when I was in school. College seemed like such a big thing, I always wondered whether I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be so old as to go to a college! :D Then, when I entered college, felt like its not that big a thing. Still felt like a kid! :) Then in college. I could never imagine myself working!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel glad that I'll work in Google now! That's the second good news. :) I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AdWords&lt;/span&gt; Representative. :) Really looking forward to it! I just hope the work is as good and exciting as the name! :) Just one more week to go now. I'll be joining on 16th August. I've already started getting butterflies in my stomach! :-o A new place all over again, new people, a new life altogether! Just hope everything goes well..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I find it really hard to break the ice when m surrounded by new faces! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4882622518811836292?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4882622518811836292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4882622518811836292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4882622518811836292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4882622518811836292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles! :)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TF8I8sZpqVI/AAAAAAAAArI/GNXIP7YnetU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7823730484659618272</id><published>2010-06-07T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:19:12.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Two States</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzhUCjMzEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XYGKVVaUrgQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzhUCjMzEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XYGKVVaUrgQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480002581001194562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've read two states. In fact, I finished reading it in 1 day. No..m not fishing for compliments here! :P M trying to tell that I didn't do anything else that day! And even at night! That's the problem with me..if I start reading a novel, Its hard for me to leave it even for a minute. I forget everything else going around in the world when I pick up a novel. That's why I read few novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About two states...ummm (A long pause. Mind it!) I didn't really like it! I mean, I enjoyed reading it. In fact, I liked the sense of humour of the guy. But I didn't enjoy the story. It was not of the kind that could make me a Chetan Bhagat's fan. I didn't like Five Point Someone too when I read that. I found it so boring that I could never reach its last page! Now, after reading Two States, I'm pretty sure that m not gonna think about Chetan Bhagat's novels in future. I liked the stories of how he went to Chennai and convinced his In-laws. He's narrated them in quite a funny way. I even felt bad for him when everything went wrong in Goa with his family and his girlfriend's family and after that when he went into depression and even his girlfriend stopped talking to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he stretched his marriage scene way too much! I got bored reading how his kin went to Chennai in train, where they stayed, what they ate and how they felt. It was boring and not needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such kindda novels leave me in a state of shock and disbelief. I have to think a thousand times now before going for another novel. I feel ditched! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzgpc5fZEI/AAAAAAAAAok/v8YQ5Ifilzw/s1600/images+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzgpc5fZEI/AAAAAAAAAok/v8YQ5Ifilzw/s320/images+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480001849339634754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, to feel better, I watched two more movies..12 Angry Men and No Man's Land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12 Angry Men was a pleasure to watch. It was amazing to see how  they argued , fought and negotiated. I had never seen or heard about a movie like that before! Thanks to my bro for suggesting me these movies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzhDGdW_rI/AAAAAAAAAos/VDaefCHCX04/s1600/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzhDGdW_rI/AAAAAAAAAos/VDaefCHCX04/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480002289992662706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Man's Land was great! But it left me feeling sad...very sad! Ooohh and it left one more strange feeling in me. After watching the movie, for a minute I was scared to get up from the bed. I felt like there's a mine under me! lol! If U dint get this one, Watch the movie..U'll know what I'm talking about. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7823730484659618272?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7823730484659618272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7823730484659618272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7823730484659618272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7823730484659618272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-states.html' title='Two States'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/TAzhUCjMzEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XYGKVVaUrgQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-2763806091406150991</id><published>2010-05-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:00:35.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidiays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Holidays nd Me!</title><content type='html'>Its been only 15 days that I'm home...and it feels like 15 years! Seriously! Nd I bet my parents feel the same! The frequency at which I've started having arguments with them,lately, makes me even more sure! Yes! I too have arguments with my parents...a lot! I just look small! But people should never really go on my size..that's what I keep telling them. I may look tiny and feeble but m way too rebellious nd cranky! I sometimes do wonder why I say such things about myself publicly! But, then I think..its okay. That's how I really am! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....new things have been happening in my life! I've got a job finally! I write finally...cuz in some way I was made to believe that M good for nothing and this belief was fed into my mind almost daily. So, me getting a job had become something which is next to impossible! But, finally I did get one. Things just started falling into place and it happened! :) So, I got a lesson...believe no one but yourself. No matter how highly qualified the other person is!&lt;br /&gt;A quote that I read somewhere once and can't resist writing it over here..."Opinions are like feet. Everybody's got a couple, and they usually stink." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still life is not all roses(which I thought it would be once I have a job in my hand). Things are complicated. Can't write everything here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 15 days, I spent some days doing nothing but sleeping. When I got bored, I started watching movies. The best one being The Roman Hoilday...the most beautiful love story ever made! :) Then I joined aerobics which is going quite cool! Now, I'm in the mood of some reading. This reminds me...I found Sri Sri Ravi Shankar's blog! :) :) Nd two of the Art of Living's teachers' too! :) Dinesh and Bawa! :) Their blog is pretty cool! Has loads of interesting things. They have suggested reading some novels. So, m goin with their verdict nd starting with Two States and then The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure..I need to keep myself busy with something or the other. Cuz my idle mind has already set itself on work nd its giving me murderous thoughts. Its about two people who gave me real good lessons to learn! Meeting them and knowing them was a terrible experience! Nd now I think about them and just want to kill them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I really need to do more of my meditation daily! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-2763806091406150991?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/2763806091406150991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=2763806091406150991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2763806091406150991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2763806091406150991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/05/holidays-nd-me.html' title='Holidays nd Me!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3105240893831426561</id><published>2010-04-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:00:53.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>:) My first poem! :)</title><content type='html'>Don't judge me&lt;br /&gt;I may not touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just be my friend nd stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;nd M sure,someday I'll get u the glimpse of the stars that lie so high..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3105240893831426561?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3105240893831426561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3105240893831426561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3105240893831426561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3105240893831426561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-poem.html' title=':) My first poem! :)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1384799750002270555</id><published>2010-04-04T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:00:06.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>Y do All Good Things have to Come to an End?</title><content type='html'>Last 2 years of my life have been like a beautiful dream. Inspite of the mess food which became synonymous to poison, the heat which would kill us, the lizards which brought both murderous and suicidal thoughts to my mind...my hostel became my home, my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so regret wasting 1st year of my college in a paying guest accommodation! I wish I could be here for some more time with my friends. I can't imagine my life without them how it would be! I'd miss chatting with them in the hostel corridors, eating Maggi with them at 2 in the night nd then fighting for the last bite of Maggi, watching movies together, running like fools to board the metro, laughing for no reason, dreaming about the future, sharing nd caring when we felt low, talking about our dream guy[:)] and then getting frustrated on not having a boyfriend! lolz! And all those photo sessions!There is so much more...studying together one day before the exam, copying assignments, rushing for the class, giving missed calls to each other when the class would start..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when its all coming to an end, we are busy capturing moments we spent with each other in words. We keep writing messages for each other in diaries. This makes me even more nostalgic. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I always write only about hostel. my college too has a special part in my heart! My class...a bunch of 27 girls..v all have a very strong bonding! I'd never forget those lectures and how we all turned out to be monsters for our teachers. They hate us and we love it! ;-) Esp the last semester...we knew we'll be leaving each other, so we made sure that we make each day special! Cool dude's and Pyaarelal's classes need special mention! :) we had a whale of a time in their lectures! :) Nd the lab-assistants, who are more fondly called as Lab-Asses, made our lives hell!! x-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a month , all those things would become past. These corridors, classrooms, canteen, gardens would seem so strange without friends. What if I come here alone after some time...everything would look so new! I know..cuz my friends won't be here with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we fought, how much we disliked some of us, the days we spent not talking to each other...we'll miss each other like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful feeling here was coming back from home and hugging friends for minutes! We felt like we had been away from each other since ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all that I'd wait for is those beautiful hugs which would bring my world back to me! I hate it! My beautiful dream is coming to an end. I don't wanna wake up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1384799750002270555?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1384799750002270555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1384799750002270555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1384799750002270555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1384799750002270555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-do-all-good-things-have-to-come-to.html' title='Y do All Good Things have to Come to an End?'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-6522822708285404361</id><published>2010-03-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:01:20.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>Our juniors gave us farewell today. Had an amazing day! :) But it was a long day!! M so tired now nd my feet are paining like anything! Nd hats off to all those women who wear sarees nd carry it so well! I mean climbing a mountain would be much easier than carrying a saree!! I was glued to my seat whole time...I couldn't move at all!! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got titles too.. nd as expected I got something totally different from my expectation!! They gave me "Small Wonder"!!! I so hate it!! How innovative of them!! :-/ They couldn't come up with anything else other than this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...after that we had good food. :) Food makes me happy every time! :) We clicked lots nd lots nd lots of pics too!! Some of the friends got emotional too.. I don't know..I think I've become feeling less. When we gave farewell to our seniors last year...since that time I was pretty sure about crying on my farewell. But, I didn't cry at all. Instead, I was laughing when I saw my friend crying!! I've become heartless and hopeless!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Its 8:40...earth hour! They've switched off our hostel lights! Nd these mosquitoes are annoying me big time. I think I should go now...would upload some of my farewell pics soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-6522822708285404361?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/6522822708285404361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=6522822708285404361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6522822708285404361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6522822708285404361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/03/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-598962757435856433</id><published>2010-03-18T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:02:19.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Part of My Living!</title><content type='html'>Writing a post for my blog is like my oasis. Whenever m down or depressed I feel like writing it over here. So many times I've written so many things nd have never posted them. Scared of making my feelings public! Nd m pretty secretive...don't like to disclose things close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some things have been bothering me these days. I just can't keep them to myself any longer. But, at the same time don't want to share them. There are some things which hurt you a lot nd yet u have to live with them cuz u know that's the truth. U have no choice but to compromise and maintain a smile on ur face boldly. Well...keeping a smile all the time is something I learnt at a very special place..Art of Living. M so glad I joined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some moments in life when u just wish that u had someone in ur life or something in ur life that could take u away from everything else..everything that has been bothering you. Art of Living is that thing in my life. Whenever m feeling blue, I know I have this place..It'd take me away from all this. The teachers, the people, the discussions that we have there...just a thought of all these things and this place makes me smile. Being a part of it makes me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They teach u basic things, little things that everybody knows. Everybody knows but everybody doesn't understand. They don't want to understand cuz that's the way they have seen things happening since the time they opened their eyes to this world. When u see people at art of Living actually implementing those lost values, it makes you happy nd fills you with hope that their are some people in the same world who have still not lost themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Art of Living is the best thing that has happened to me in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd this is the only reason that's keeping me cool these days. Otherwise, since a few days, especially since my birthday, m getting a feeling that people have been deliberately finding ways to break me down to pieces. Every other person is telling me everything that I don't like to think about, everything that makes me upset..even my own friends! These people should be thankful to my Art of Living classes..otherwise one of them would have been found murdered by now! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I'd love to end this post by quoting a beautiful line said by Sri Sri Ravishankar at one of his sessions: Ups and Downs are a part of living. Smiling through those ups and downs is the Art of Living. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-598962757435856433?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/598962757435856433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=598962757435856433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/598962757435856433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/598962757435856433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/03/special-part-of-my-living.html' title='A Special Part of My Living!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3726849271055175487</id><published>2010-02-03T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:03:08.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Just Enjoy the Show..</title><content type='html'>I've turned into one lazy bum. Gone are the days when I used to get up at 7'o clock for a class at 8:40, take bath and have breakfast before goin for classes.&lt;br /&gt;Now..I dun even remember when was the last time I had breakfast in mess! Every night I vow to myself that I'll get up early and have breakfast tomorrow and every morning its the same scene. In the beginning of this transformation, I used to get up at least at 8:30 for an 8:40 class. Now, the situation has worsened with no hope of improvement..I get up at 8:45 for an 8:40 class and then rush for class like an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..Getting back to my earlier routine is of no use now. Since, only 2 months are left. Y take so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;Rest is just usual. Life is mess! Classes r goin smoothly. Surprisingly, that pyarelaal(The teacher I wrote about in my previous post) turned out to be a good teacher. Its good. We study and get entertained by his accent at the same time. This keeps us goin in his never-ending classes! We got another guest lecturer from Hansraj. He's cool! Actually, he uses this word a lot! If u answer his question correctly, he'll say "cool'! Even if u ask him to leave u early..he'd say "cool"! Needless to say..half of the class girls have got a lil crush like thing on him! Not their fault...we r in a girls college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 3rd new lecturer. He ran away! He left us after one class. Cuz he ws teaching his subject for the 1st time and found it tough! We are like boats now..which have been cast adrift in a deep blue sea! Imagine...we have internals next month and we have not yet got a teacher for one subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder...I sound so depressed. Life is beautiful! :) Aah!! Y don't they have smileys showing sarcastic smiles? x-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3726849271055175487?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3726849271055175487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3726849271055175487' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3726849271055175487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3726849271055175487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-enjoy-show.html' title='Just Enjoy the Show..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-182512931403599749</id><published>2010-01-15T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:03:32.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Aal Izz Well!</title><content type='html'>I say this 10 times a day now cuz I really need to.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth nd the last semester has started. V got to know that somebody from JNU is coming to teach us this time. We all literally rejoiced! Finally...our hard work was paying. Finally we were actually getting an educated teacher..cuz others always left us with the feeling that we were more educated than them somehow! Nyways, we waited for this class with gr8 enthu! Nd here is what we get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is not even a teacher. He is still doing his PhD!! He's teaching for the 1st time...rather experimenting..on us!! :-/ His diction is weird..a disaster!! To quote some examples: Enters He, in the class for the 1st time (nd we think he is the new guy hired to repair the malfunctioning CPUs!) We wish him Good Morning. He says okay(!!) Now he introduces himself nd his subject..both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ur teacher. I woill like to shtart with a brieef introduction of thee shubject. Iit was verie ujeful in the hishtory. Iit waj ujed for various problems...like in caumpaunies, militaury, etc to minimije a given problem. There are various methauds to solve a problem....."nd so it went on nd on nd on for 2 hrs! Neither did he mention His name nor his subject's name in the intro! So...I had to give up nd ask my ny-ber(Neighbour, as he calls it) what the subject was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the class started, we all were seen messaging each other how to minimije this class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he's a big liar. I talked to him about scheduling the next class nd he insisted on taking another teacher's class. I tried to explain him that he cant take that lecture cuz its already booked but he dint budge. I had to give him that slot finally. But I told the other teacher about this. Nd when the other teacher confronted him...that antique item said I was lying!! How dare he! I soo hate him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came, I decided not to make fun of his diction. But now m all for it with the whole class!! He won't be spared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An icing on the cake: When he says "parallel"...it sounds like "pyaarelaal"!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's why they say...don't count ur chickens before they hatch! What do I say now?? Aal izz Well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-182512931403599749?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/182512931403599749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=182512931403599749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/182512931403599749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/182512931403599749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2010/01/aal-izz-well.html' title='Aal Izz Well!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-9029131140213952725</id><published>2009-12-28T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:03:56.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just like that'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>2009 has come to an end...pretty soon! Yup...it feels like just yesterday when I celebrated my birthday nd its here again in 3 months! (Actually I like to talk about my birthday...that's why such an irrelevant mention here...when its still 79 days away!!)Still that doesn't change the fact that m growing old...very fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's not what my post is all about. Its about this year nd the all new next year! :) So...let's have a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;: College reopened. It was 4th semester..easiest of all. So, we all were cool! But how could everything go so smoothly! We screwed up at CL..our coaching centre. We had the first class nd me nd 3 of my friends got seated in a wrong class by mistake nd kept sitting there for 1 hour even after realizing that we were in a wrong class! The real blow came when the teacher started asking us questions which sounded like Russian to us nd finally in front of the whole class we had to admit that we had been sitting in the wrong batch since 1 nd a half hour...much to our humiliation! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;: The valentine month! As always we all thought that this year we'll not have a dry Valentines day. But, as always we found ourselves clicking each other's photos in the College Campus on the D-day! x-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;: My Birth Month. I celebrated it for the first time with my friends in hostel! They made it really special for me! :) I'll never forget this birthday! But..we couldn't go out to celebrate since my internals were goin on. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;: The killer month. Had semesters! Took 4th semester way too lightly. Now, we were all in for great trouble! Bunked classes at the coaching nd studied day nd night for the sems. Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;: Holidays started. :) But, I shifted to a PG with Umang nd Ridhima(my frnds) since we had our coaching. :( It was a gruelling month. We went for our coaching two times a day to compensate for the classes we missed in April! Then, studied again after coming back! I had never studied like that in 20 yrs like I did in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;: Cool month! By the end of the 1st week.. all our mania for studying had started to wane. Luckily, we got real cool landlords. They used to take us out to India gate nd Ice cream parlours late at night. :) Then, the real fun came when we started making prank calls! It went for 3 days nd then we got bored nd bid the last goodbye to our prey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;: Results came nd holidays ended. It was quite a nice month. We all got good marks without studying much. :) Nd we shifted back to our hostel. :) 5th semester started. The toughest of all! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;: Our subjects started haunting us! Microprocessors, Numerical analysis looked like German! We went on ..something like a crusade against one of our teachers who was pathetic in her subject! But nothing happened. :( Stupid teachers nd their politics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;: Teachers' Day. Nd we forgot to wish our teachers. :P Plus internals. All in all.. a boring month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;: :) Went to Hyderabad with my Mumma n Papa. Had a great time! It was just us nd long-long hours of chatting nd laughing after a long time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;: It was a bad month. Our semesters started. Practicals were a nightmare! The examiner yelled at every answer! Nd this time, for a change, not only on me but on the entire class! :) So, we thought that probably there was something wrong with the examiner only nd we let it go at that! :) Also, we studied Numerical Analysis for the first time in the entire semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;: Exams ended. Nd I came back home. Also CAT happened. The much awaited day of the year! I dunno how it went..I just njoyed going to the centre..Dwarka..since I got to see a lot of aeroplanes there nd I simply love watching them!&lt;br /&gt;Now, 3 days more to go. I have my XAT in January...so m studying things I never thought I'd study in college! Cuz..this stupid XAT has this essay writing section nd my head started spinning when I saw what they had been giving since so many years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I think m the only idiot left(among my frnds) who has not seen Three Idiots yet!! So much for the MBA thing! :-/ x-( I so hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd yes..I'll be back soon with my resolutions for the next year. Though I neva make them but this year m planning to make some. :) So..cya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-9029131140213952725?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/9029131140213952725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=9029131140213952725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/9029131140213952725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/9029131140213952725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3330854851201288727</id><published>2009-11-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:04:45.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SvmdI6qHxbI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JpGQ3LGOJkk/s1600-h/ajabprem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SvmdI6qHxbI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JpGQ3LGOJkk/s320/ajabprem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522004518061490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bunked our classes today nd went for the movie Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani. It was simply worth the massbunk! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us would regret doin those chapters ourselves that our teachers won't be teaching nymoe just to take revenge for the massbunk! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was awesome. I couldn't stop laughing all the time! Nd Ranbir was superb! I've fallen in love with him. Though I have some problem with his nose. I don't like it. But still....he's cute! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranbir's parents in the movie were simply adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Great movie. great music nd great comedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn...Xams! x-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3330854851201288727?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3330854851201288727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3330854851201288727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3330854851201288727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3330854851201288727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/11/ajab-prem-ki-ghazab-kahani.html' title='Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SvmdI6qHxbI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JpGQ3LGOJkk/s72-c/ajabprem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4267701938401515198</id><published>2009-11-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:17:28.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unwelcomed Guests!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the most horrifying night ever. What happened was worse than seeing a ghost! There were two lizards and a big mouse with an extra large tummy in my matchbox-sized room all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep the entire night! Nd my rummie didn't have the slightest idea what was goin on in the room! Wish I could sleep like that.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I've decided! Either I'm out of the room or those ugly little creatures!&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4267701938401515198?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4267701938401515198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4267701938401515198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4267701938401515198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4267701938401515198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/11/unwelcomed-guests.html' title='The Unwelcomed Guests!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-2565734276254538800</id><published>2009-10-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:45:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy October!</title><content type='html'>M busy like a bee! Nd have got absolutely no time to study. Still...I manage somehow. Lol!&lt;div&gt;Really! I've been on a shopping spree this whole month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our exams ended in September. So, we had to go for shopping. This is something we always do after exams to relax ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after coming back from Hyderabad, Diwali Shopping! All those Diyas nd stuff for home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, college reopened. And we felt like we were meeting after a decade. It was time to celebrate!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated....by shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, one of my friend's birthday tomorrow. So, we were out on a hunt for a perfect gift for her almost everyday. Finally....we got it yesterday! Pheww! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not over yet! We've got our hostel guest night on the 31st! All the girls in the hostel are in excited state. Everybody is shopping for that! I got heels after such a long time. :) :) Can't wait for the guest night now! But it's too cold! God knows..how'll we flaunt our dresses!! Lol! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. 3 more days to go. 3 more days in Kamla Nagar! :-o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        M luvin it! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-2565734276254538800?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/2565734276254538800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=2565734276254538800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2565734276254538800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2565734276254538800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-october.html' title='Busy October!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-471258284739644516</id><published>2009-10-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:06:30.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate growing up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I Went to Hyderabad with my parents this week to meet my bro. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperately needed some time off from my daily routine! I was on the verge of getting mad...I had messed up everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some real good time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhaiya&lt;/span&gt; at his place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nd these 3 days just went by. All of us got together after so long. I wish I could turn back time and go back to the days when me and my bro were kids. Life was so perfect..we didn't have to worry about our studies-that was mummy's job! Nd moreover, we used to be together all the time! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we get to meet each other only for few days! I know it happens with almost everybody. Initially, I didn't give it much thought. But,lately I've come to realize how fast things are unfolding! Its like...somebody suddenly woke me up from my dream and brought me into the reality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really hard to leave. We'll meet after a long time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M telling u guys...if somebody had told me earlier about these days when we'd meet only for 2-3 days in Months...I really would have fought less with him as a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would have laughed with him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;li'l&lt;/span&gt; more, would have played Ludo with him more and would have been a bit more submissive to all his annoying tricks he used to play to get things done from me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-471258284739644516?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/471258284739644516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=471258284739644516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/471258284739644516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/471258284739644516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-growing-up.html' title='I hate growing up!!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4260793471418128693</id><published>2009-09-21T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:01:57.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad September!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;September was pathetic! Something was definitely wrong with my stars...every weekend I had mood swings this month... The worst thing was a fight with one of my closest friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't say anything to each other, didn't have any arguments...just stopped talking. Its the second time in this month with the same friend in the same way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, u feel somebody could guide you and tell u where exactly r u going wrong! Everything is messed up with people I know...I just can't trust anybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope m not acting childishly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought a million times before writing this post..but then decided to post it... Just needed to tell it to somebody..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4260793471418128693?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4260793471418128693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4260793471418128693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4260793471418128693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4260793471418128693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-september.html' title='A bad September!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7654903534872259152</id><published>2009-08-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:36:43.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lyf's&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; these days! The more I try to be happy, more I end up feeling sad! Not my fault..this world is conspiring against my mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, all these sad songs coming up in new movies! They are so full of sadness and they are so my-type songs that I do nothing but listen to them whenever m free! And then I can't get them off my mind when m not free!! Can't help it...I'd die if I don't listen to songs at least once a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, my friends! We all have the same story to grieve over! But still whenever they see me...they say only one thing as if I'm the only one blessed on this earth! I won't mention that thing here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that's a secret and moreover, I don want to think about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, The novel!! I dunno what the hell was I thinking when I decided to read that novel. Actually, I know.. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of the really hot guy on the cover page of that novel that I picked it up! Though..that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; thing that the guy I fell for on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cover page&lt;/span&gt; is dead right from the first page of the novel!! P.S. I love You.. The most depressing novel I have ever come across (though I'm loving it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I've decided m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to watch the movie too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus...my hostel! No water, no coolers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; such yummy food! I once ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;parwal&lt;/span&gt; thinking that its capsicum! Nd I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parwal&lt;/span&gt;!! U can't figure out what is what in mess!! H for hell..H for hostel! They r synonyms! (Still..I love it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized...m cribbing way too much! perhaps..I need to change something. :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nd yes..one funny thing happened among all this! My teacher called me up last night to tell me that she has cancelled the test we had to give on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. She was telling me something else too...her plans for us(weekly assignments,doubt sessions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; all). I didn't listen to a single word she spoke! I was so overwhelmed by the first news...I was thinking about how many smileys should I make in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; to inform the whole class about it!! Moreover, she had saved me from the horror of toting the huge book with me back home! Now I'll have to think about a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xcuse&lt;/span&gt; to tel her as to why I don't remember anything she had told me!! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;...Happy Independence Day to all.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7654903534872259152?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7654903534872259152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7654903534872259152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7654903534872259152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7654903534872259152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-sad.html' title='Happy-Sad'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7836956630764464701</id><published>2009-05-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:55:05.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Hostel.. :(</title><content type='html'>My 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; exams are finally over! I'd be in final year now. :) I'll be the senior-most! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt;...that's not a big deal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've shifted to a PG for 2 months. Since, our hostel gets closed in summer vacations.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M missing my hostel like I miss home! My friends say I'm crazy! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually...m in love with my hostel. Though, its a typical hostel...the food is pathetic. rooms are way too small...and my hostel also offers some value-added services like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Immortal mosquitoes : u try any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; of mosquito coil or any spray from anywhere in this world....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;u will&lt;/span&gt; die but these mosquitoes would never!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Lots of insects: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;U'll&lt;/span&gt; find varieties!! U name it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; u get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Some wild cats: ...who keep digging into the dustbins all the time...adding to the beauty of our hostel corridors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...I must admit...its the place where I met my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buddies! :) So..I love my hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;juzz&lt;/span&gt; the matter of 2 months. Then, I'll be back to my heaven. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this PG, we are 3 friends together. We've got beds...but not separate cupboards! So, we are sharing one cupboard. Nd that cupboard is even shorter than me! [I made this comparison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; m very short.. :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But. it feels good...we're living like three sisters together! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are hoping to get a cupboard by the end of this week. Till then...we'll try to adjust in this tiny, little cupboard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7836956630764464701?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7836956630764464701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7836956630764464701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7836956630764464701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7836956630764464701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-hostel.html' title='Missing Hostel.. :('/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5648049213140315930</id><published>2009-04-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:26:19.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>...that's called love!</title><content type='html'>My bro has gone away from home to do his MBA. He'd be back after an year now..&lt;div&gt;My parents have started missing him already! Well...that was something very obvious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I noticed something different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way they smiled when they heard his voice on phone..the way their eyes sparkled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; their faces lightened up while talking to him...was something out of this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't listening to what they were saying...I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jusss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luking&lt;/span&gt; at them...mesmerized and moved by seeing how much they loved him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; it was true. The only true thing I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nd it was something u could die for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5648049213140315930?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5648049213140315930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5648049213140315930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5648049213140315930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5648049213140315930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-called-love.html' title='...that&apos;s called love!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1380326089683864331</id><published>2009-04-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:40:07.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly experiences'/><title type='text'>Delhi Traffic Police...Jai Ho!!</title><content type='html'>In Delhi...the tow away cranes could appear from nowhere. So, never dare to park ur vehicles in the non-parking area! Otherwise...who knows...u might even have to run after the crane!! Nd...believe me..that's not at all funny! :-#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1380326089683864331?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1380326089683864331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1380326089683864331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1380326089683864331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1380326089683864331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/04/delhi-traffic-policejai-ho.html' title='Delhi Traffic Police...Jai Ho!!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5837511650487970578</id><published>2009-02-07T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:49:10.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Result'/><title type='text'>Alive and Kicking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;M writing after a long time....M still alive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; a lot of exciting things have been happening in my life! The most important news....our results are out!! No guessing...I'm clear in all the subjects..otherwise I wouldn't have been writing about it here! ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I was sure I would flunk! God only knows how did this miracle happen!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nyways&lt;/span&gt;...now, till my next exams start, I can be happy without having to worry about anything else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; thing- my department fest- '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinculum&lt;/span&gt;'. The two days of our fest were amazing! We all worked really hard for it, missed our meals, stayed back in the college for hours, chatted a lot, went to various colleges to put up our posters, bunked all the classes and most importantly made our fest a huge success!  It brought all of us close to each other. From classmates, we became friends! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given the prize for the best volunteer! It was a pleasant surprise...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know anything of that sort was also planned! Nd I didn't even realize..I did such good work to deserve a prize! :) But the prize didn't matter...what mattered was the appreciation. It feels nice when somebody acknowledges &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; work.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M gonna miss these days after my grads. In the last few months...I've made some real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gud&lt;/span&gt; friends, people I never thought I would ever meet! Nd friends for whom I always longed.  God seems to be very kind to me these days...m really gonna miss these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5837511650487970578?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5837511650487970578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5837511650487970578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5837511650487970578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5837511650487970578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/02/alive-and-kicking.html' title='Alive and Kicking!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4238622136862693955</id><published>2009-01-02T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:24:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was trying since a long time to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt; service activated on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;landline&lt;/span&gt; number. I talked to the people at the customer care many times(one day I could hear some of them cracking PJ's with their colleagues while I was told to wait for some time by the guy on the phone...it was so irritating!). But those people couldn't do anything. Actually...I think they were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; anything! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I was told that they have activated the service and I'll b able to make my calls after some time. Nd each time same thing happened! I was so pissed off! This time a girl took my call. I repeated my story once again with no hope of getting my work done. To my surprise....she told me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt; on our number was still not activated! I felt like killing all those guys, I talked to! What the hell were they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; since so long! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nyways&lt;/span&gt;...that girl then activated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ISD&lt;/span&gt; on our phone and now, finally its working!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro has this misconception about girls that girls are not responsible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; can not be relied on easily. Not his fault, he has had very bad experiences &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wid&lt;/span&gt; some girls at work.. I tried very hard to change his notion. But each time I ended up looking more stupid and making a fool of myself!! (But, I'll keep on trying) For now, that girl proved my point that we girls are not that irresponsible. I talked to so many guys regarding our problem. None of them could do anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; they lodged a complaint from my side. Today, that girl did it at once! I want to call her up and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thanx&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh! Finally..this chapter is over! My bro used to think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; nothing to get this thing done.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of his misconception that we girls are of no use!) Now, he won't scold me anymore...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; for some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nyways&lt;/span&gt;..Happy New Year to everybody. Hope this year brings lots of happiness and success in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I hope I manage to get passing marks in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;xams&lt;/span&gt; dis year. I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nything&lt;/span&gt; else(besides some basic needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;...Hope u understand)   :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4238622136862693955?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4238622136862693955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4238622136862693955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4238622136862693955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4238622136862693955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission-accomplished_02.html' title='Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-2932199174149793527</id><published>2009-01-02T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:45:48.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Missya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know things are not the way they used to be. We did some mistakes and we didn't even realize them. But, thankfully, now I have. Though I know u haven't realized yet what we have lost. But u'll always be in my heart and I won't let anyone take ur place. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:  For my bro nd sis...(With all my due respect) Don't think too much...there's nothing wrong. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-2932199174149793527?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/2932199174149793527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=2932199174149793527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2932199174149793527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2932199174149793527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2009/01/missya.html' title='Missya..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-71635792369302180</id><published>2008-12-30T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:59:00.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Li'l Prince at our Home! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally, I got time for my dear blog! I got so busy with li'l Prince that I couldn't think of anything else! Btw I should have been writing about some Prince, not a li'l prince! But we can just hope for that day to come. As for now..let's come back to this li'l Prince only. This Li'l Prince is my bro's son. They all were here last week(My Mamoo, Mamiji, Bhabhi nd Bhaiya) and I had a gr8 time with Tejas(Li'l Prince) For the first time in my life so far, a baby smiled looking at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's just 4 months old. So, it can very well be imagined how small he must be! But, don't go on his size! He's really smart and extremely talkative. We talked to each other for hours, though, in some language which I didn't understand at all and he seemed to be getting each and everything of our conversation! I made up all sorts of words I could and God knows what was making him laugh in between when I was talking! M sure, I must have been cracking real good jokes. :) I desperately wanted to mention some of those words here but m having a hard time deciding their spellings! I can't force my mind to think any more! So, let's forget those words cuz, anyway, u were not gonna understand them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, he has gone and I'm missing him a lot! Especially, his toothless smile! :) He smiled so much that I started to doubt whether he was really smiling or it was just one of the many different types of faces he was making! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the reason is....I wish he always smiles like that. Oops...not exactly like that. He would also need some teeth with that smile, once he grows up! Otherwise..how would he have a girlfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-71635792369302180?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/71635792369302180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=71635792369302180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/71635792369302180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/71635792369302180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/12/lil-prince-at-our-home.html' title='Li&apos;l Prince at our Home! :)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3231132455842052305</id><published>2008-12-21T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:19:22.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Only as high as I reach can I grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only as far as I seek can I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only as deep as I look can I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only as much as I dream can I be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3231132455842052305?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3231132455842052305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3231132455842052305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3231132455842052305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3231132455842052305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream.html' title='Dream...'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7286814279046325797</id><published>2008-12-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:02:11.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fest'/><title type='text'>Lyf's good! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yup! Lyf's goin good these days surprisingly! Cuz exams are over and I have nothing to study since my classes have not yet started in full swing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have all the time to do whatever I want to! :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what more could I ask for than my college fest! Its called Shruti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had loads of fun those three days. There were events like street-plays, inter-college dance competitions, concerts, jam-session, games and a lot more!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love watching street-plays nd got to see quite a lot of them in the fest. Dance is another thing which is a major part of my daydreams ( First one is my dream to be a topper, as I wrote in previous post) I don't know the a-b-c of dance. I am awed by every dancer, be it any Tom, Dick and Harry! Dance competitions were rocking! While I watched the teams performing on stage, I dreamt and wished I could dance like them! :-(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But this didn't stop me from enjoying the jam-session. In the beginning, I tried imitating my friend, Rasna, who dances really well. But when her steps started going out of my way, I invented my own steps and had a blast with my friends. (U see..m very gud at inventing things on the spot! Be it dance or any answer related to anything in the world!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even more rocking were the concerts. First day, there was an upcoming band 'Astitva' with some very cute guys! The band was really good. I had a great time shouting with them to their tunes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day, Pentagram came. Pentagram is Vishal's band.(Vishal from the Vishal-Shekhar duo) All the girls went crazy over Vishal! I didn't like it as much as I liked 'Astitva'.He was so charged up that steam was billowing out of his head literally! I really got scared and thought his head would explode in few minutes! Thank God, it didn't.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, it was great fun! I had lots of yummy food and we go to see many aliens in our college! (Guys are called aliens in our college..since unfortunately, its a girls' college!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. :- I had heard that guys in CVS (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vocational   Studies&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) are really handsome. This time I got to see it myself! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7286814279046325797?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7286814279046325797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7286814279046325797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7286814279046325797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7286814279046325797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyfs-good.html' title='Lyf&apos;s good! :)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4311658874155185329</id><published>2008-11-18T01:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:20:07.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Burning the midnight oil..</title><content type='html'>Its exam time once again! Nd finally I've realized that I hate studies! I used to think earlier that though I don't like to study but I don't hate them either. But...Happy realization to me!&lt;br /&gt;This time my condition is worse than what it was in my 1st semester. M too anxious...Dunno what am I goin to write in my paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had my practical exam. I had prepared very well for it.  But when I was called for the viva..I dunno what happened to me..I forgot everything! I kept giving blank looks to the invigilator. And she kept making faces at my newly invented answers. But I felt really bad after that.I didn't talk to anybody after the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what has happened to me. I used to be a topper in school and now I see myself getting highest marks in my dreams only! And that too..a daydream! Such dreams don't even come naturally to me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..have to get going now, if I want to fulfil my daydream! I took some time out from my busy schedule to do some orkutting! Have to study a lot for tomorrow's exam! BBye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4311658874155185329?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4311658874155185329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4311658874155185329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4311658874155185329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4311658874155185329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/11/burning-midnight-oil.html' title='Burning the midnight oil..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5042529932693291183</id><published>2008-11-01T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:21:58.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations.'/><title type='text'>Back To hostel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; back to my hostel! I have been at home for the last one month. I didn't want to be at home for so long. But circumstances forced me to do so! First we had our college vacations from 1st to 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! I came home on 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; since we had extra classes till 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Extra classes..must be sounding as if we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xtremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;padhakoo&lt;/span&gt;! But staying back for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xtra&lt;/span&gt; classes was just a formality. The fact is...we didn't open our registers after coming back from the classes at all! That one week... I can never forget!  I went out with my friends each day and we used to come back late...usually after 9 PM. Twas great fun! I can say twas my first full2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;masti&lt;/span&gt; time ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we went back home on 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...my friends took all their books with them. They said we had already wasted 1 week in doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;masti&lt;/span&gt; and all! But the know-it-all me decided to be practical and took only one book with me to home. As it has been a record! Whenever I come home...I never study! Come on...we stay away from home and even then people expect us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;study when&lt;/span&gt; we come back for our vacations! But my decision was correct. I didn't study that single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buk&lt;/span&gt; too! It didn't come out of my bag only! I went back on 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. And again came back on 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a function at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mamaji's&lt;/span&gt; place. I was so excited for that party. It was to  welcome a new guest in our family..my brother's baby! He's very cute and looks completely like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bhabhi&lt;/span&gt;. I call him a photocopy of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bhabhi&lt;/span&gt;! But I spoiled the whole function. I fell sick and couldn't attend the party for much time. After that, as I already told in my previous post. Got admitted in the hospital for 3 and a half days for all the repair work! When I got discharged..twas Diwali time! and moreover I was still not well. So..how could I study? Now, m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; back now! After having spent almost 2 weeks at home(When in the first place I came just for 2 days!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been happy on the thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; back! M still not happy. M already feeling nostalgic. But the thing is..I've lost all my importance at home! And the reason is the frequency at which I keep coming back! This time m determined..not to come back before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;. Nd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nyways&lt;/span&gt;...I've  my exams from 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month and I've not even touched my books since one month! Heights of taking a break! M already getting goosebumps! God knows how will I manage in exams this time! Just pray for me! I wish I pass my exams with respectable marks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5042529932693291183?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5042529932693291183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5042529932693291183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5042529932693291183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5042529932693291183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-hostel.html' title='Back To hostel..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4877336341490629372</id><published>2008-10-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:03:53.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illness'/><title type='text'>My First Stay at the Hospital!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SQiJUxYj6UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uRjrSEXsiYw/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SQiJUxYj6UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uRjrSEXsiYw/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262607154529167682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days have been no less than a nightmare for me! I never thought I could ever catch dengue..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; everybody else! For the first time in my life I got hospitalized! And as my bro puts it..my warranty period has expired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was really a bad experience at the hospital. Not that the hospital was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt; it was the city's best hospital! But just not being able to go out and see the sun by myself irritated me a lot! My room's window opened into the hospital's gallery itself! So, I had to literally ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;whether it was still day time at 5 in the evening! Since the lighting was always the same there throughout the 24 hrs of the day! This made me even more sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dying to come back home as soon as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very first day..I was kept in the emergency ward. Nobody was allowed to meet me..not even my parents! :( My first time at the hospital and I was alone. I felt I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; never be all right again! Then..after much of the pestering those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; gave me my personal room the next day! I had imagined a big-airy room, with a flat LCD TV! I know...that was too much to expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; a hospital! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bt&lt;/span&gt; it was my first time..I had expected it to be luxurious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; comfy and all! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But doctors said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ws&lt;/span&gt; lucky to get even this room..since the hospitals are getting overcrowded with dengue patients these days! This news slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dissappointed&lt;/span&gt; me. I wanted myself to be the only dengue patient there. But the intensity of dengue patients made me feel as if its just a viral fever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were various levels of doctors there. All had different dress code. Some were wearing white,some blue and some grey! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everybdy&lt;/span&gt; had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;labcoat&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't make out whom should I call doctor, whom to call sister and whom to consider a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;compounder&lt;/span&gt;! So..I was calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;everybdy&lt;/span&gt; a  "doctor"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;horryifying&lt;/span&gt; part of hospitalization...Injections! As soon as I settled myself in the emergency ward they injected a drip in my hand. I cried a bit. After that I was satisfied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; rest of the injections were inserted in the drip itself. So, I didn't have to bear the pain myself again and again! But how could everything go so well? I dunno what went wrong within me and I started shivering like hell! And the thing happened! They injected me twice! I shouted no less than a 5 yrs old kid! My mom had to hold both my hands and tell me stories to divert my attention! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm back home..I feel like m back to heaven! Whole day I had to do nothing except lying down on the bed! I had to have too many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;medicines&lt;/span&gt; fr different things. That made everything taste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt; to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I take extra precaution whenever mosquitoes are around. Its better not to get any kind of attention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; rather than getting such extra attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Just so..u can have a glimpse of me at the hospital..m pasting a pic of my hand with the drip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4877336341490629372?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4877336341490629372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4877336341490629372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4877336341490629372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4877336341490629372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-stay-at-hospital.html' title='My First Stay at the Hospital!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SQiJUxYj6UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uRjrSEXsiYw/s72-c/DSC00971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-4167498778590721261</id><published>2008-07-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:48:06.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Goody-Goody Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SHi2AJY1bJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2mHAdS65CyI/s1600-h/tajbig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SHi2AJY1bJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2mHAdS65CyI/s320/tajbig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222123881572428946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Agra for 5 days nd stayed at my MamaJi's place. I had so much fun there that it became hard for me to wait this long to write abt my trip! I'll start right from day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thr with one of my cousins nd after travelling for 6 hrs we were completely exhausted. By the time we reached Agra, all our excitement had vanished and we were actually regretting our decision of going to Agra! Our journey was certainly not a bed of roses. But one look at the Taj and that's all it takes to forget everything else! I was thrilled to see its astounding beauty. I had always seen it in photos or on TV but never actually thought it would be so...so beautiful! When I  saw Taj Mahal from its huge entrance( lyk Buland Darwaza) I was amazed by its majestic view! It looked absolutely magnificent from that place. How much love Shahjahan had for Mumtaz...the Taj says it all. No words, no explanations needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously fallen in love with Taj Mahal. Its serene beauty took away my heart in just a single glance! Taj Mahal has a life of its own that leaps out of the marble! It's the most romantic place ever! (Though I was with the wrong person ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all..I have lots more to tell. We went to several other places too. Next day we went to Fatehpur Seekri and Agra Fort. Each and every wall there, depicted creative and intelligent architecture of the Mughal period!  We hired a guide at the fort. Through him I got an insight into the lives of those brave and passionate rulers (which never used to interest me otherwise!) And I have actually started reading abt this stuff now! I liked Jodhabai's palace the most there. Though, after having seen the whole fort, me and my sis..both of us thought that Akbar was very partial with his wives. He got a huge palace built for Jodhabai but his other two wives had very small palaces. Their palaces were nothing compared to Jodhabai's! She had two separate palaces, one for winters and the other for summers. I must say..she was one lucky woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find Agra fort much interesting as more than half of it has been closed by the government. But the dancing area in thr was quite good. It was a very large and a beautiful hall with a very picturesque view on both the sides.Those people really used to build there forts and palaces by heart and with all the passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But half of these places have deteriorated because of the uncivilized public who do not understand the value of these places.  I wish people would act more sensibly and realize the importance of our heritage and stop destroying them like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, we visited Kalakriti Mahal and some famous markets too. Kalakriti was awesome. It had an exotic collection of statues and sculptures equisitely crafted out of marble inlay, paintings, traditional dresses and jewellery, carpets. furniture showcasing Indian art and craft. And all the things were so beautiful and so tempting that we felt like buying all of them but they were way too expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these things, we ate a hell lot of yummy food and now, we both look no less than a football! Time to work it all out!&lt;br /&gt;And I was so silly..I didn't even take the camera with me thr! Couldn't take any pics! But no probs..I hve decided I'll definitely go to Agra once again some time and that time M gonna take lots of photos thr! Until then Taj Mahal will be in my memories. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-4167498778590721261?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/4167498778590721261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=4167498778590721261' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4167498778590721261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/4167498778590721261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-goody-goody-trip.html' title='My Goody-Goody Trip!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SHi2AJY1bJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2mHAdS65CyI/s72-c/tajbig2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7076291800924697925</id><published>2008-07-01T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:03:43.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spats.'/><title type='text'>Mahabharat At Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SGny24uNkvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IQN8o0MXKxw/s1600-h/thoughtful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SGny24uNkvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IQN8o0MXKxw/s320/thoughtful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217968668038501106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard these days. I fought with everyone at home. Dunno who's right, who's wrong but certainly I'm not wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, earlier when I was in school nd used to have such fights I couldn't sulk for more than one day! Coz I used to get bored alone, with no one to talk to! But dis time m determined. M gonna make it dis time! I've lots of thing to keep me goin...most important of all...Internet. Can't get bored this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to keep myself busy today, I started looking for nice poems on net and came across this one. Its a slight depressing but I liked it. Especially coz it suits my state of mind at present..&lt;br /&gt;Its by Richard Macwilliam.. nd I found lots more depressing poems by him, which made me sympathize with myself even more! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I SULK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've sulked,&lt;br /&gt;Stridden away,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in that neck of the woods&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of my garden&lt;br /&gt;Where mountains grow&lt;br /&gt;And trees breed strange fruit&lt;br /&gt;For my dark pleasure -&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled on rockets,&lt;br /&gt;Seen the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the soul of the moon&lt;br /&gt;And wondered exactly what it is that worms feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ?&lt;br /&gt;I've been there,&lt;br /&gt;Done things,&lt;br /&gt;Cursed curses,&lt;br /&gt;Kicked ass,&lt;br /&gt;Fired guns&lt;br /&gt;And blown up buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sulk&lt;br /&gt;I travel the world,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot strangers,&lt;br /&gt;Create mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Fly to the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Ride on planets,&lt;br /&gt;Drift on the seas,&lt;br /&gt;Wash the face of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sulk&lt;br /&gt;I pick up loose women,&lt;br /&gt;Drive fast cars,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt cats,&lt;br /&gt;Make Nobel discoveries,&lt;br /&gt;And win prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - when I sulk&lt;br /&gt;I really, REALLY sulk,&lt;br /&gt;Sulk 'till all traces of my sulk have gone,&lt;br /&gt;Sulk 'till the earth is filled deep with gloom&lt;br /&gt;And trees wished they could all die,&lt;br /&gt;Sulk in an all-out battle of Will between all worlds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, feeling better, I meander back in,&lt;br /&gt;Casual-like,&lt;br /&gt;Insouciant, as if nothing's happened,&lt;br /&gt;(Or ever could)&lt;br /&gt;Keeping all my dirty little secrets&lt;br /&gt;In one small smile&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sulk, I really, really REALLY sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7076291800924697925?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7076291800924697925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7076291800924697925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7076291800924697925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7076291800924697925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/07/mahabharat-at-home.html' title='Mahabharat At Home!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SGny24uNkvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IQN8o0MXKxw/s72-c/thoughtful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1460355924043475174</id><published>2008-06-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:30:50.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just like that'/><title type='text'>I have nothing to do at all !</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on my bed, looking at a lizard and a fly, playing hide and seek with each other. The fly is very clever.  It first comes very close to the lizard and when the lizard opens its mouth to grab it. The fly runs away and hides!&lt;br /&gt;God!  I love this fly! Nothing makes me happier than seeing a lizard being fooled and teased by a tiny little fly!!&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1460355924043475174?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1460355924043475174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1460355924043475174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1460355924043475174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1460355924043475174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-nothing-to-do-at-all.html' title='I have nothing to do at all !'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5845796275190523850</id><published>2008-06-05T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:27:18.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just like that'/><title type='text'>Is It really the way it is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SEfThZG95mI/AAAAAAAAAME/duFRDcnD-HY/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SEfThZG95mI/AAAAAAAAAME/duFRDcnD-HY/s320/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364064706520674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't we have something, we like the most?&lt;br /&gt;                                               Or is it the other way round..&lt;br /&gt;                           Why do we like that thing, the most, which we can't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5845796275190523850?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5845796275190523850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5845796275190523850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5845796275190523850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5845796275190523850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/06/why.html' title='Is It really the way it is?'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SEfThZG95mI/AAAAAAAAAME/duFRDcnD-HY/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1626537210286541174</id><published>2008-06-05T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:53:28.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>10 Things...</title><content type='html'>Swati Di tagged me. Ten things I miss the most and Ten things I wish to achieve. I thought a lot and this is all I could come up with! I promise I'll complete the rest of the points too, when I'll really get something suitable enough to fit in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things I  miss the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My cellphone which I lost right after 3 days of getting it! :(&lt;br /&gt;2) Childhood days, when we used to be at my Nani's place with all my cousins, in the summer vacations.&lt;br /&gt;3) Again, the time when we were small, Me and my bro used to be at home together all the time...when now we get to meet only at the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;4) Leechees..M craving for them since long!&lt;br /&gt;5) Winters..coz in winters we don't get to see lizards! And since summers r goin on, each room in my house has at least 2 lizards, which is really irritating!&lt;br /&gt;6) My school dress (Not school coz  I hated my teachers for being in it!).&lt;br /&gt;7) My friends.&lt;br /&gt;8) Those 4 years when I was new to the world...and had no studies, no school, only fun and play (And I don't even remember those days now!)&lt;br /&gt;9) 2 things which I could use here to complete this list of 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things I wish to achieve in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Develop time management skills.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do MBA from a reputed college.&lt;br /&gt;3) Become successful in my career.&lt;br /&gt;4) Learn swimming and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;4) Be more confident of myself&lt;br /&gt;5) Have the same cellphone, I lost, again (Coz I loved it a lot)&lt;br /&gt;6) Be more slim.&lt;br /&gt;7) Have a house of my own that wouldn't have any lizards even in summers!!&lt;br /&gt;8) Have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;9) Leave my habit of biting nails all the time&lt;br /&gt;10) Have a boyfriend! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pass this tag to SodiumHydroPhosphate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1626537210286541174?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1626537210286541174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1626537210286541174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1626537210286541174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1626537210286541174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things.html' title='10 Things...'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1685854784536074298</id><published>2008-06-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:01:23.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstitions'/><title type='text'>I Got a Mail !</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I opened my mail account..I was pleased to see one new mail. (Coz I really get upset when I see no new mails!) The subject of this new mail was..DO NOT IGNORE. BELIEVE IT! "Believe It"! The last two words caught my attention and I knew what its going to be all about. I knew this had to be some superstitious crap asking me to forward this mail to all my friends! I was sure and I knew that the best thing to do was not to open the mail and delete it. That was the angel in me advising me to do what was right. But the devil in me, as always, won. How could I not do what I knew that I shouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I opened the mail. And I found a story bout some guy who went with his friends on a trip and unfortunately died after 2 days. When their photographs were developed one pic showed a ghost behind the boy! (I dunno how they captured the ghost in the pic coz so far what I've learnt from all the horror serials is that we can't take pictures of ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;At the end, it was written(as expected) "Forward this mail 13 times otherwise bad luck will follow you forever in your life! And ... some so called REAL  LIFE  EXAMPLES were also tacked at the end! But I was determined..I had already decided I was not going to forward it to any single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that mail was not enough! To add to my horror the sender had also attached that ghostly pic! That was really scary! I could almost feel the ghost standing behind me! I was terribly scared and angry. Now..I was sure that I wasn't going to spare that sender!  And then, I got an idea. I thought of forwarding that mail 13 times to the same friend of mine who mailed me that message! I was so happy! And I did just the same! Huh!! So relieved I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think of that friend. Since, it was clear that she believed in such crap..She now had to forward it 13*13 times..that means 169 times!! :)) That was real fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to attach that pic in this post too..but I didn't want to scare anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1685854784536074298?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1685854784536074298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1685854784536074298' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1685854784536074298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1685854784536074298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-mail.html' title='I Got a Mail !'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-2123975238090142426</id><published>2008-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:01:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Life</title><content type='html'>A son and a father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly his son fell down, hurt himself and screamed "AAAHHHHH!" To his surprise, he heard the voice repeating somewhere in the mountain: "AAAHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;Curious he yelled "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He received the answer : "Who are you"&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response he screamed, "Coward"&lt;br /&gt;He received the answer : "Coward"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his father and asked :"What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;The father smiled and said : "My son , pay attention" And then he screamed to the mountain, "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answered : "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;Again the man screamed "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answered : You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy was surprised but couldn't understand. Then, the father explained : "People call this ECHO. But really this is LIFE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.&lt;br /&gt;This relationship applies to everything in all aspects of life : Life will give you back everything you have given to it".&lt;br /&gt;Your life is not a coincidence. It's a reflection of YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-2123975238090142426?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/2123975238090142426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=2123975238090142426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2123975238090142426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/2123975238090142426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-life.html' title='True Life'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-9061359334325020522</id><published>2008-05-30T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:20:23.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocent Childhood'/><title type='text'>The Unconquerable Me ("_")</title><content type='html'>When me and my bro were small, we were taught by mumma only at home. We didn't go for tuitions till class 8th.  Mumma used to always keep track of what was going on in the class and she used to make us memorize each and everything on the same day that they were done in school.  She used to put her heart and soul in our studies!  When our exams were on..she used to be much more nervous than us for our exams! This thing really used to get on my nerves sometimes as she would never let us go out even for a minute during our exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1995. I was in 1st standard and my exams were goin on. I had my Hindi exam next. My mom had made me learn every answer by heart. I was always awed by one quality of my mom. She always told us what was important for exams and what was not. And sometimes she even used to declare with full confidence that a particular question is going to come in the exam! And that question actually used to be there! Sometimes I even used to doubt that my mom was the member of the board which sets the paper for exams but she never tells us! That time also she was sure that I would definitely get one poem. And so she made me learn and write the only poem in my course 5 times to make it sure that I don't forget even a single spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the question paper..I found that question on the very first page! And that too for 8 marks! I was delighted! The question was as follows ;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apni paathya pustika me se koi bhi aath panktiyon ki kavita likhen&lt;/span&gt;". (Write a poem consisting of 8 lines from your course book) The know-it-all Me wrote the whole poem in a very neat handwriting. I was extremely concerned not to make any mistake. So, i read the question once again after writing the poem. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apni paathya pustika me se koi bhi &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;aath panktiyon&lt;/span&gt; ki kavita likhen&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aath panktiyan&lt;/span&gt;!! Oh my God..I needed to count my lines. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8..errr..9 10! Shit! By mistake my poem had 10 lines. I didn't know any other poem! But this was surely not what they were asking for. How can I write a 10-lines poem when they have only asked for an 8-lines poem! No problems then!! I rubbed the whole poem!!! Yes! The whole poem coz it had 10 lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mum saw the question paper..she didn't find it necessary to ask me whether I had written the poem or not coz it was obvious for her that I couldn't forget even a single line of the poem since she had made me learn it even in her dreams! But just for formality she asked. And I told her. I told her that for the first time in her life she was wrong! They asked me an 8-lines poem and u taught me a 10-lines poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's jaw dropped! She was unable to decide whether to slap me or to laugh! My Di sitting beside her couldn't stop laughing! And I was dumb-founded seeing the contradiction of the situation. I didn't know why my mum was angry and at the same time why Didi was laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-9061359334325020522?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/9061359334325020522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=9061359334325020522' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/9061359334325020522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/9061359334325020522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/unconquerable-me.html' title='The Unconquerable Me (&quot;_&quot;)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3779355850911340192</id><published>2008-05-29T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:25:24.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishaps'/><title type='text'>Final Destination-4</title><content type='html'>It was around 6 PM. The weather was good. Everything was just perfect. We all were in a good mood. Just then my father arrived. He got them with him..We had been waiting for them since long. Oh my God..They were so small, so cute and so clean..you won't believe! He handed them over to my mom. Just as she was going to hold them, they slipped out of her hand. We all stood glued to our positions, gaping at the sight! Nobody could think of anything at that moment! But my bro suddenly appeared like a superman and caught them before they could hit the floor! Huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;They were saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say it.. MAQTOOB. Everything is Written. Their end was also written. They had to reach their final destination. If not that way, then some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our dinner, totally unaware of the future's plan, we were all sitting in the living room..happily chatting. None of us ever imagined what's going to happen next! My mom had kept them in their room safely and covered them to make them cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was going to be 1 hour now. We all were still talking, watching TV etc. But..They kept shouting in their room..they cried for help. They must have even tried to escape from that room. They were small..didn't know how to walk. They must have jumped and rolled at their places. But nobody was there for their rescue! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that moment..My mom felt something. (I think that was intuition.) She got up from the chair and started running as fast as she could. We were confused. We couldn't understand what was going on! So..we all started running after her! My bro after her, papa after bhaiya and at the end me! By that time I had already realized what must have happened. I became hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we reached at last! But..They were all dead! Not a single breath was left within them. And you could not look at their state! Their once-so-sweet-and-cute faces were all burnt! I tell you..the sight was pathetic! I was about to faint! The room was smelling so bad! Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much we had planned in our minds.. Though we didn't tell each other. But I'm sure like me.. my bro and papa must also have dreamt of having them. They were SIX eggs!! SIX!! They all reached their final destination in their room..the saucepan. They had turned completely black! And they smelled terrible! They didn't look like what they used to..clean, small and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was very upset. We all were upset.&lt;br /&gt;We lost SIX eggs! May their soul rest in peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3779355850911340192?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3779355850911340192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3779355850911340192' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3779355850911340192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3779355850911340192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-destination-4.html' title='Final Destination-4'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-1207482193100961479</id><published>2008-05-14T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:27:19.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>An Office or A Fantasy World !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnXMqZnHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ifxAaVeYfCI/s1600-h/google_office_in_zurich_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnXMqZnHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ifxAaVeYfCI/s320/google_office_in_zurich_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200152736730553458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Google Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnL8qZnGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VEFjnGTkuwc/s1600-h/Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnL8qZnGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VEFjnGTkuwc/s320/Entrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200152543457025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                                        Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnCsqZnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/14sv2aYikwo/s1600-h/wrkng+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnCsqZnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/14sv2aYikwo/s320/wrkng+area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200152384543235154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                  Working Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqm6cqZnEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aZu9DmhUIys/s1600-h/infrml+meeting+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqm6cqZnEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aZu9DmhUIys/s320/infrml+meeting+area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200152242809314370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                               Informal Meeting Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmvcqZnDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ti64LVwH050/s1600-h/Meeting+igloo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmvcqZnDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ti64LVwH050/s320/Meeting+igloo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200152053830753330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                       Meeting Igloo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmdsqZnCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uLil2UOgA5c/s1600-h/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmdsqZnCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uLil2UOgA5c/s320/gym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200151748888075298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmT8qZnBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iroj0eTTa4E/s1600-h/play+room+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqmT8qZnBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iroj0eTTa4E/s320/play+room+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200151581384350738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                      Play Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCql_8qZnAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3CtceymOOfs/s1600-h/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCql_8qZnAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3CtceymOOfs/s320/slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200151237786967042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                              Slide to Lunch Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqltsqZm_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rRSv0K-6xhc/s1600-h/Relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqltsqZm_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rRSv0K-6xhc/s320/Relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200150924254354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                   Relax Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqlf8qZm-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3in0OFPY7Wk/s1600-h/tech+stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqlf8qZm-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3in0OFPY7Wk/s320/tech+stop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200150688031153122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The tech Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these pics of the Google Office located in Zurich.. They are amazing!! I was so thrilled to see them. I wonder what's it like to work at such an interesting place. The most amusing thing about this office, I found, is the slide which leads to the lunch area. And the working area is awesome!  The designer of this office must be a genius!&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look..m sure u'll also like it. Its more like an appu ghar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-1207482193100961479?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/1207482193100961479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=1207482193100961479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1207482193100961479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/1207482193100961479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/fantasy-world-or-office.html' title='An Office or A Fantasy World !!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCqnXMqZnHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ifxAaVeYfCI/s72-c/google_office_in_zurich_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3614824041975562742</id><published>2008-05-12T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:15:55.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disgusting Hobbies'/><title type='text'>Oh My God!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgJMMqZm5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KPACK1451bM/s1600-h/OMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgJMMqZm5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KPACK1451bM/s320/OMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199415874961382290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgIycqZm3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TrOG-PvbKDM/s1600-h/apes_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgIycqZm3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TrOG-PvbKDM/s320/apes_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199415432579750770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgIj8qZm2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/z1Xms-F4uEw/s1600-h/apes_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgIj8qZm2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/z1Xms-F4uEw/s320/apes_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199415183471647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unbelievable! How can somebody be like this?? Just have a look at these pics.. I wonder how these people manage to get clothes for themselves!! Btw..these pics are dedicated to my bro. He's a complete gym freak. He worries obsessively about his biceps and his body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhai...U always tell me about Salman Khan and Arnold Schwarzenegger naa! Now what would u say about  these aliens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3614824041975562742?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3614824041975562742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3614824041975562742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3614824041975562742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3614824041975562742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCgJMMqZm5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KPACK1451bM/s72-c/OMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7985370812600834564</id><published>2008-05-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:26:30.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day!</title><content type='html'>Since this is the day for all the mums in the world.. This post of mine is also dedicated to every mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day..I pray to God,  "May every mum gets intelligent, obedient, genius, hardworking and smart child like ME"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7985370812600834564?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7985370812600834564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7985370812600834564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7985370812600834564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7985370812600834564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-5204968983999953311</id><published>2008-05-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:49:52.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Dear Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCcHacqZm1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UJiumRYpe3Y/s1600-h/Sony-World-Photography-Awards_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCcHacqZm1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UJiumRYpe3Y/s320/Sony-World-Photography-Awards_25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199132445774551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't say it mum but I want you to know how special you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember..when I was in 12th standard and had my physics exam the next day..U woke up with me the whole night and didn't even sleep for a minute so that I don't panic or feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend..really! Nobody knows me better than you do. Whenever I'm upset you are the first one to know without even me telling you anything!..and you hold my hand and show me the right way when I'm confused and sad and m not able to decide something.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy you listen to me very fondly, leaving all your worries and tensions and you laugh with me and to talk to me even if you are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have never told you and kept pulling your leg for your funny jingles which you sing in your own special way, in different humorous tones.. but I simply adore your songs. Your voice brings life to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel special. You are my strength.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful woman on this earth.. and even more beautiful is your heart with the most selfless love in it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my world. I love you mumma.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-5204968983999953311?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/5204968983999953311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=5204968983999953311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5204968983999953311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/5204968983999953311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom...'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/SCcHacqZm1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UJiumRYpe3Y/s72-c/Sony-World-Photography-Awards_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-6250552987805288494</id><published>2008-05-06T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:25:56.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU GOD?</title><content type='html'>One cold evening during the holiday season, a little boy about six or seven was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes and his clothes were mere rags. A young woman passing by saw the little boy and could read the longing in his pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She took the child by the hand and led him into the store. There she bought him some new shoes and a complete suit of warm clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back outside into the street and the woman said to the child, "Now you can go home and have a very happy holiday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at her and asked, "Are you God, Ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;She smiled down at him and said,"No son, I'm just one of his children.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy then said, " I knew you had to be in some relation.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-6250552987805288494?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/6250552987805288494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=6250552987805288494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6250552987805288494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6250552987805288494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-god.html' title='ARE YOU GOD?'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7308842587011713227</id><published>2008-01-19T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:58:42.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Low...</title><content type='html'>These days no fun in lyf... its totally dull and boring. I have nothing to do at all. In clg we are not having our classes since 15 days! And I've no friend to go out with. Actually I have many friends but all of them are Delhites. So, they get to go out with their parents every week. So, they don't feel like going out with friends!! Strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have anybody here And m scared of going out alone in Delhi as I hardly know any place here! Now.. nothing is left except studies. But I'm fed up of being with books all the time! I feel like hemmed in by Studies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like running away from this place.. somewhere far off from here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7308842587011713227?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7308842587011713227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7308842587011713227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7308842587011713227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7308842587011713227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-low.html' title='Feeling Low...'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-6072104199552745434</id><published>2008-01-05T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:42:00.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  AM  WHAT  I  AM!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a king/queen but I have a rich heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best but I try my best,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be right in everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure I wasn't wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-6072104199552745434?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/6072104199552745434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=6072104199552745434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6072104199552745434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/6072104199552745434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I  AM  WHAT  I  AM!'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-8568411322615684789</id><published>2007-12-30T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:21:19.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I came across some funny quotes .. so thought of sharing them. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim low, Reach your goals, Avoid disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there are tests , there will be prayers in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a lot to my parents, especially to my mother and my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retired: I was tired yesterday and I'm tired today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-8568411322615684789?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/8568411322615684789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=8568411322615684789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8568411322615684789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/8568411322615684789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-3789527965172078791</id><published>2007-12-26T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T03:47:34.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would probably be my first post in its true sense! Actually, initially I was a bit hesitant about creating my own blog but at my bro's insistence  I decided to have one for me. But then I was shy to write something and post it here coz I actually thought that first of all nobody would be interested in reading MY blog instead of reading a Rajdeep Sardesai's blog which would be worth spending somebody's leisure than reading my crap! Second, I thought if by mistake somebody reads my blog, what would he/she think of me!! What crap I've written.. what impression would I be forming of myself on that somebody!  But then I thought that I created a blog in october nd its december now and I have'nt even sent a single post on my blog!! If somebody looks at my blog just for the sake of reading something...what would he/she think of me! ...that i m so dumb.. created a blog just for the sake of having one but didn't write anything. This I couldn't tolerate! I mean .. that somebody doesn't even know me and calling ME DUMB!!! How dare he(/she)! Then I decided to write this. so what if I am not that good at writing... but still m not too bad. I mean I can at least prove that I m not an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've started writing I can't stop myself from mentioning what I did yesterday coz m really happy that I did that. Well... Any guesses??? Ummmmmmmm.. no? Okay..okay! I'll tell.  I saw Taare zammen par!!! :) And that was worth it! What a touching movie it was.. it moved me to tears. Seriously.. before this  I've never wasted a single drop of tear while watching a movie. Even when I saw Devdaas.. when my dear Shahrukh was dyeing!! I didn't cry that time...just sat silently for an hour after the movie thinking about Shahrukh and his sufferings in the movie.. But that small tara in taare zammen par.. he was so much like all of us. I could almost feel his pain.. what he must be going through when he was taken away from his mum and was forced to study nd was criticized by his teachers! I was continuously wiping off my tears so that my sisters don't see me but they themselves were crying!! What was more touching was the lyrics of that song.. now I don't remember it clearly.. but it was somewhat like 'Tu to sab jaanti hai naa maa' . Oh my God!! Its such a touching song.. and hats off to Prasoon Joshi who wrote this beautiful song! Now there is one more fan in his list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this movie.. its late!!  I wish this movie had released in 2005.. when I was in 11th and was almost fail in two of my subjects!! What not I had to listen to!! Those years were a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jokes apart!! I truly loved this movie and I hope everybody learns something from it and not just watch it for the sake of watching a movie!! And if somebody is reading my blog then... buddy do go for this movie. Its worth spending 3 hours and 150 bucks. I'm gonna watch it again with mumma nd papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my first post.. I hope to write more very soon.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-3789527965172078791?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/3789527965172078791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=3789527965172078791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3789527965172078791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/3789527965172078791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-would-probably-be-my-first-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-541702148854112341</id><published>2007-12-25T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T04:14:52.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF..</title><content type='html'>If you touch me soft and gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at me and smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to me talk sometimes before you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will grow, really grow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-541702148854112341?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/541702148854112341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=541702148854112341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/541702148854112341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/541702148854112341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2007/12/if.html' title='IF..'/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202619569593902793.post-7709137478990543661</id><published>2007-10-13T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:35:46.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/RxCqXeu7BpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3aoFiOITLVY/s1600-h/Monkey+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/RxCqXeu7BpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3aoFiOITLVY/s320/Monkey+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120780096683837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U ain't seen nothin' yet !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/202619569593902793-7709137478990543661?l=bickeringkitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/feeds/7709137478990543661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=202619569593902793&amp;postID=7709137478990543661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7709137478990543661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/202619569593902793/posts/default/7709137478990543661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bickeringkitten.blogspot.com/2007/10/u-aint-seen-nothin-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Anchal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830912873761696371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wk-pkIPQyJQ/Tj18HoBxzGI/AAAAAAAAAts/qyUrfedNA1c/s220/DSC03033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brVIEPG_DTg/RxCqXeu7BpI/AAAAAAAAABw/3aoFiOITLVY/s72-c/Monkey+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
