<?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-22175325</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:07:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps through a journey.....</title><subtitle type='html'>life has various colors &amp; hues,
with darker ones for many &amp; pleasant ones for few...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-390385211438159086</id><published>2008-11-06T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:27:09.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Under the gaze of the silvery moonlit night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Did the two estranged lovers finally meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ages had passed before this encounter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And it felt the whole world was at their greet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Soul mates as the great philosophers say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Or just destiny as put forth by many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Even after spending their whole lives apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today at last they had each others company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In the past there was nothing that led them away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was indeed their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;They dint know they were meant to be together then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In spite of the strong connections of their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When they first met there were no sparks flying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Just two pieces of  puzzle joint perfectly together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In spite of this perfect togetherness they shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;They considered each other just like any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;By choice,from each other  far away they went,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And spent their lives as they thought was best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It seemed all near perfect from far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But their inner soul was not at rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Known it is when you have something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That 'something'  you do not value or care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Only when it is gone forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Does your heart remind you of the unbreakable bond you share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But destiny as put forth by many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Or soul mates as the great philosophers say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Life always comes back a full circle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Even if one is miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;After years of separation and longing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Facing all odds &amp;amp; giving the whole world a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The two estranged lovers finally meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Under the gaze of the silvery moonlit night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-390385211438159086?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/390385211438159086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=390385211438159086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/390385211438159086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/390385211438159086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem.html' title='A poem....'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-8185097951559406695</id><published>2008-08-24T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:39:29.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stranger in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Along the paved adventurous road of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Walking were i and my soul all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Though on the way there was happiness and strive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;In the midst, my heart could call no one its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Like in the miraculous world of fairy land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A stranger tip toed into my way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It felt as if an angel had moved his magical wand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And the whole world was dancing on a rhythmic sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He bought along with him , his treasure and trove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Which were filled with unconditional love and care;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Also were his enchanting tales of before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Which on sounding familiar my own stories i shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Calm and soothing like the first droplets of rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The presence of this now familiar stranger felt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He took away my every traces of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And made the guarding walls of my heart melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This stranger made me feel over the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;With whom i felt so happy and carefree&lt;br /&gt;My lonely heart had finally found someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Who knew one day this stranger would mean my life to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-8185097951559406695?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/8185097951559406695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=8185097951559406695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/8185097951559406695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/8185097951559406695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2008/08/stranger-in-my-life.html' title='The stranger in my life...'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-3294182456108169238</id><published>2007-09-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T04:59:21.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGAL....</title><content type='html'>Its been days since i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; put up a new post..........was just experiencing the newness of a new phase in my life.............well the newness of it has withered so now i get back to my first love"Writing"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly three months ago i took up my "second" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; option, LAW to be more precise corporate law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; the first was to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PhD&lt;/span&gt; in genetics.............but that dint particularly work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of its(by that i mean the field) lack of development in INDIA................n m not too sure of settling abroad(after being to the US i some how dint like how life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;functions&lt;/span&gt; there).............so i flowed in the direction of the legal arena ......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; an easy decision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; coming from a family of hardcore engineers and i myself being a science student this inclination of mine faced quite a few criticism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; very closed ones to distant relatives.................who obviously were bothered about how much would i earn , some even looked down upon me,some also did question my intellectual capacity......................but what the heck as if i care at the end its my life i have to lead it and its better to do something one enjoys doing then something you are forced to do............i mean dude the rest of my life i just cant regret my major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; decision...............and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; its not a famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; option that makes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; its entirely your luck n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; which does its work......well not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blabbering&lt;/span&gt; too much now i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; just like to express my heartfelt views about some of the cases.......now i being a would be lawyer its quite expected of me to be well versed about the recent happenings...............not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; its a chore i quite enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; updated about the current news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present there is a rising trend of celebrities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; under the legal eye,and not to forget the media which instead of covering other important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; a certain"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sanjay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dutt&lt;/span&gt;" was wearing or eating after being sentenced to 6 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;rigorous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;imprisonment&lt;/span&gt;,or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;salman&lt;/span&gt; khan's" fathers reaction after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; allowed to meet him when he was held guilty for the 1998 black buck poaching case.....no wonder why the legal system of our country is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; down the ditches...............i mean allowing a criminal who posses deadly weapons like AK-56 which are weapons of mass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;destruction&lt;/span&gt; out on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt; bail just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; makes sense...........he may be a famous celebrity or may be doing numerous "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;paaths&lt;/span&gt;" but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make his crime lesser or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; return the many lost lives of the 1993 bomb blast.At the same time i am pretty amused by the sheer irony of our legal system.............when a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;aliastair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;periera&lt;/span&gt; has been sentenced to 3 yrs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;imprisionment&lt;/span&gt; for just ramming down upon few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; bodies ,by saying this by no way am i empathising with him...........but comparing the severity of his crime with that of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sanjay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dutt's&lt;/span&gt; its quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; he will be serving his jail term while the latter is moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt; free in various celebrity parties with his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;manyata&lt;/span&gt;" in tow.....(would like to add here that these are my personal views and cant help it if some one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; differs from mine ) ..............it has always been like this in our system and it will continue to remain so................you must be wondering that if i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cribbing&lt;/span&gt; so much why did i even take up this profession but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; there is no harm in just spreading some teeny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;meeny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt; with a hope that may be just may be it might make some small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; some where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-3294182456108169238?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/3294182456108169238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=3294182456108169238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3294182456108169238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3294182456108169238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/09/legal.html' title='LEGAL....'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-7349755019568338318</id><published>2007-07-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:42:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing at the evening sky.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gazing at the evening sky with a tinge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; pink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My lonely heart skips a beat whenever of you it thinks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; gleaming eyes look like the shining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pebbles&lt;/span&gt; under the moon light sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Looking into them i never realise how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If i could i would make the entire world go dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So that your eyes could be the only thing that created a spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your soothing smile feels like falling drops of silken dew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hearing you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chuckle&lt;/span&gt; makes the world around a place so happy and new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That lingering touch,your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caressing&lt;/span&gt; hold with you by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feels like the first showers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immaculate&lt;/span&gt; rain wetting the pristine blue tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; of our conversation and the way your addictive talks flow.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Matches&lt;/span&gt; the feeling one gets looking at the charming night's glow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is because of you my love everything feels so blissful and bright;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your presence in my life is just like spring between the rainy nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-7349755019568338318?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/7349755019568338318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=7349755019568338318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/7349755019568338318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/7349755019568338318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/07/gazing-at-evening-sky.html' title='Gazing at the evening sky.......'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-3659438129876397771</id><published>2007-06-15T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T03:20:25.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SONNET.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A shattered dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Few drops of tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When everything is snatched; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What is the need to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The death of hopes and the burial of faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When the entry to bliss seems a faraway gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The unexpected dark side of life comes up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the strength and the courage to sum up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When the wound of circumstances just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; heal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Any emotions around , you just can not feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sympathies and hopes flow in excess for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Though quite evident that most of them are untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Its like falling down a bottomless never ending pit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the out come in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-3659438129876397771?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/3659438129876397771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=3659438129876397771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3659438129876397771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3659438129876397771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/06/sonnet.html' title='A SONNET.....'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-6195752369374432361</id><published>2007-05-26T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:53:17.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That thing called "LOVE"........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This strong emotion which touches our life in so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; ways,&lt;br /&gt;What is this love after all which makes your entire self sway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fleeting&lt;/span&gt; moments shared amongst the one in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;Makes the heart beat a little faster whenever next we see that special face;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new born infant,just out of its mothers womb and covered in silken robe and satin bands,&lt;br /&gt;Manages to stop crying only when placed in the warmth of its mother's hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long run of life when we are so busy trying to accomplish our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aspirations&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Who says those silent prayers around us so that we can always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; our good thoughts and ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many days when we see ourselves and the whole world stand on opposite sides,&lt;br /&gt;But even during those testing times we have our closest pals to confide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tumbler of happiness looks too small in front of the pitcher of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;The creator above , helps us to wait for the new dawn of tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing called love which only can be felt and never can it be explained,&lt;br /&gt;It is this strong emotion which keeps us going that just cannot be refrained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-6195752369374432361?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/6195752369374432361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=6195752369374432361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/6195752369374432361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/6195752369374432361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-thing-called-love.html' title='That thing called &quot;LOVE&quot;........'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-7077513853380934191</id><published>2007-05-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:37:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The brand equity quiz-2007</title><content type='html'>The brand equity quiz -07 presented by IDEA and covered by THE ECONOMIC TIMES was an evening full of intellect to remember.It was due to an impulsive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; taken by me to join my sister (an investment banker in the making)that i was here for the first time.Otherwise a college student like me ,having nothing to do with finance and marketing wouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fitted&lt;/span&gt; in there.Its was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; quiz quite unlike our general knowledge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quizes&lt;/span&gt; testing our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IQ's&lt;/span&gt;.The participants who had devoted decades of their lives to the finance and marketing sector gave in quite a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;. The open aired venue being the turf club near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mahalakshmi&lt;/span&gt; race course suited the quiz perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;There were two semi finals ,consisting of four teams each which were short listed from 139 teams nation wide,And the wining two teams from each of the semi finals made it into the grand finale.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TCS&lt;/span&gt; (CALCUTTA) ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BHILAI&lt;/span&gt; STEEL PLANT ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SAVOIR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;FAIRE&lt;/span&gt;(GOA) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DEUTSCHE&lt;/span&gt; BANK(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MUMBAI&lt;/span&gt;) were the strong contenders who made it . DEREK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;O'BREIN&lt;/span&gt; did his usual brilliant job as a quizzer and his stint as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; bond with money and penny in tow added to the brilliance.And the lively ASH CHANDLER with his humour and melodious voice mesmerised the already enthusiastic audience .Not to forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;exuberant&lt;/span&gt; performance put up by the finalists which showed their perfection in their trade.The quiz ended with a cut throat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SAVOIR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;FAIRE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;andDEUTSCHE&lt;/span&gt; BANK in which the latter emerged victorious.And the winners Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SUDIPTO&lt;/span&gt; ROY and Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;RAJIV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;RAI&lt;/span&gt; added a ford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ikon&lt;/span&gt; each n 1O.47 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lakh&lt;/span&gt; rupees to their already flooded bank balance.The many tricky questions framed by the quizzer maestro himself n the sheer excellence of the participants who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt; them made the evening a great learning experience .And the active participation of the audience made the quiz a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-7077513853380934191?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/7077513853380934191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=7077513853380934191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/7077513853380934191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/7077513853380934191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/05/brand-equity-quiz-2007.html' title='The brand equity quiz-2007'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-3810366725783075942</id><published>2007-05-02T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T04:56:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In quest for 'nirvana'.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The saffron turban covered his bald head&lt;br /&gt;It was his wish that he was here, leaving behind the family threads;&lt;br /&gt;He had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; of a good life in his stride...&lt;br /&gt;But in search of the true essence he left it all with pride;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystifying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Himalayas&lt;/span&gt; always enchanted him;&lt;br /&gt;He was startled by the pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ganges&lt;/span&gt; always flowing to the brim,&lt;br /&gt;His journey had just began that he knew;&lt;br /&gt;Also knowing that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt; only by few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quest for nirvana he had come across the unknown facets of life;&lt;br /&gt;Which money could have never bought him even if he would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strived&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction of being close to nature and hear birds sing their songs of glory;&lt;br /&gt;He always thought these things existed only in dreams and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple living may not charm everyone;&lt;br /&gt;But the peace that follows can be matched by none;&lt;br /&gt;Man has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; evolved from the soil,&lt;br /&gt;And sooner or latter he has to merge with it completing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; toil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-3810366725783075942?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/3810366725783075942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=3810366725783075942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3810366725783075942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3810366725783075942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-quest-for-nirvana.html' title='In quest for &apos;nirvana&apos;.....'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-3866287447812786319</id><published>2007-04-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:35:26.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaaveri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The tiny river has to merge with the mighty ocean.Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The silent moon was the only spectator to the tears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over flooding&lt;/span&gt; her eyes.She being a charmer it was very unlike her to be so,as her name her charisma too matched the depth of the beryl river &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaaveri&lt;/span&gt;...,she was born with the wand of luck in her hand and had always got what she wanted from life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And finally today the moment had come for which(well according to her)she was born;finally the moment where joys would know no bounds;finally the moment where happiness would be all around;finally the moment had come ,but....this moment dint belong to her.While the head honcho for the international firm where she had been an expected and fair competent was being selected,she was being given company by just the silent moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Her watery eyes gazed at the starlit night;the time when her passion had crossed all limits and the love for her now 'ex' had reached its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pinnacle&lt;/span&gt;,that night too was as enchanting as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; night and it was due to that glorious night that she was now a single mother to a little bundle of joy......and that too in an altogether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; country far away from her true identity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; her prim n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;propah&lt;/span&gt; image in the society couldn't bear a child without a fathers name attached to it....she took a look at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in bliss;and this sight made her roll back those tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Though she knew she dint deserve to be left all alone or be neglected when she had people looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; her with awe before this phase,but it was her conscious decision,just as the beryl river decides which path to choose before merging with the ocean,she too had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; her path...But whatever it may be the river &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; looses its identity to the mighty ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-3866287447812786319?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/3866287447812786319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=3866287447812786319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3866287447812786319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/3866287447812786319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/04/kaaveri.html' title='Kaaveri....'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-5832023675522860347</id><published>2007-02-15T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:58:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits n Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....staring blankly at the colourful painting.......... the hidden meaning behind it.........."logic"al thinking n the math involved..............complications in "life".............biology does the trick......... half awake while writing this post...............lack of zzzzzzzzzz.........the chemistry of grey matter........ITELIGENCE QUOITIENT........"physic"al fatigue..........lack of literature in here.................. 5 days to go.............feeling all f***ked up.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-5832023675522860347?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/5832023675522860347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=5832023675522860347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/5832023675522860347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/5832023675522860347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/02/bits-n-pieces.html' title='Bits n Pieces'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-8962228064282208520</id><published>2007-01-26T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T03:44:52.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts from the darker days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see myself looking at the glass window with a layer of dust covering it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it the way i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; things or are the really the stains??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; obtaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; the wrong way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the capability to achieve that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or is it i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be satisfied from such gains??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see myself sitting in a dark room waiting for a ray of light to come in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it that i am too lazy too make an effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or is it because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the strength to bring about a change??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see myself standing under the grey blue sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And feel wet by drops of water;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; it due to the tears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rolling&lt;/span&gt; down my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or is it really the rains??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see myself surrounded by loved ones and friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but still am all silent in their company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it my general nature to be so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or is it really the inner pain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I see my self to have lost to many a battles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But still want to be part of some more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it because i am used to such failures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or is it that i want to be victorious because life is after all a game??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-8962228064282208520?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/8962228064282208520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=8962228064282208520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/8962228064282208520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/8962228064282208520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-thoughts-from-darker-days.html' title='Some thoughts from the darker days...'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-2457753348942949862</id><published>2006-11-03T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:15:45.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Omnipresent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The dew drops had covered the entire picturesque valley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The day light was breaking in from the horizon slowly and steadily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What is it that makes all thes things as beautiful as they are??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who is it that keeps human humble even if they have all the power;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who gives rythm to the heartbeats of the foetus in the womb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What induces peace to the body lying peacefully in their tombes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorrows are created by him to appreciate when joys flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is he alone who teaches everyone where to go slow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Does the almighty require any more difinition??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its only GOD ,who doesnt mind when duing happiness he is not mentioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its matter of ones inividual's faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wether to belive or not in destiny and fate.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is not at all difficult to find him around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He can be seen in whatever good jobs you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agreed he gives you your shares of testing hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But it is his way of showing that you have the will power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its all about having faith on him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because the omnipresent alone can embrace you with all your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-2457753348942949862?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/2457753348942949862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=2457753348942949862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/2457753348942949862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/2457753348942949862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/11/omnipresent.html' title='The Omnipresent'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-2581758017731883386</id><published>2006-09-02T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:28:04.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST BLUE NUMBER:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It is the twilight night of shimmering spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some where in the distance the bright lavenders grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The pace of the silvery lake ebbs and slows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The maddening moonlight feels like heaven at this hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Babby its only you who is so far....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rember the first time we met,by the seaside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The moment felt so miraculous and life was like one joy ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The glint in your eyes n the sparkle on ur face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Truely matched the blue wintery sky's haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The time that we spent below the chestnut tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hands in hands and arms in arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Was like any toddlers facial charms.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But now the distances have grown and you are so faraway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It makes me wonder that why is there happiness if we have to face dismay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The stars in the night are adding an enigmatic glow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But babby life without you is going so slow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When will the time come when everything will be allright as before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So that like the first time we can go back to the sea shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Near my window sill a sweet cockoo sings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It is the twilight night of shimmering spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-2581758017731883386?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-115591095164073201</id><published>2006-08-18T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:22:31.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review:TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE</title><content type='html'>An amazing non fictional book written by MITCH ALBOM ,which puts light on the various aspects of life right from relationships,feelings to death.this book also enhances the beautiful student- professor relationship through MORRIE an ailing professor who teaches MITCH the true meaning of life at the end of his own life.somewhere in this book one will encounter ones own dilemma in life through MITCH's  questions and get their solution through MORRIE's  answers.the essence of the book being the line"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have to understand life to live life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".go for this book if you have a philosophical streak in you.even if u r not those kinds this book makes an intresting reading material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-115591095164073201?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/115591095164073201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=115591095164073201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/115591095164073201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/115591095164073201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/08/reviewtuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Review:TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-115174941424804223</id><published>2006-07-01T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:37:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling!!Bling!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I am a material girl in this material world......."Listening to this song of MADDONA which was on full blast in my i-pod i was trying to divert my mind from the 2 "sophisticated"ladies fighting in the first class compartment of the early morning Churchgate local.My college being in south bombay &amp; local trains being the life line of AMCHI MUMBAI &amp;amp; many people travelling in them (including me) these heated verbal exchange of frustrated mumbaikars is a normal thingie.&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes these petty conflicts are quite entertaining too,and many times the 45 mins that my train journey takes just flies away listening to these "ENGLISH" arguments by which these ladies try to show their vocab. superiority.&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost a year since i have taken admission in my townie college KISCHINCHAND CHELLARAM in churchgate.and it feels great to be in one of the most coveted places by your own hard earned marks.well here are a plethora of things which me &amp; my many suburbite friends saw in KC,the first thing which you see when you enter the premises is, anaemic girls wearing low waists with bonded hair with only 2-3 books in their hands , struting their stuffs no doubt they look like barbie dolls but looking at them you wonder how many times do they eat in a year?And the garcons dressed in branded casuals showing off their latest gizmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the most common thing heard here is"BRAGS BRAGS &amp;amp; more BRAGS"eg: "u know my hair stylist takes f***ing 800 bucks for just a bloody trim","that foolish peon was shouting at me &amp; that too in hindi"[these stuffs told so loudly as if somebody is interested].the next thing seen is the groupism i.e townies vs suburbites, the easy way to land in a townie crowd is the ICSE tag or the moolah factor &amp;amp; yeah u can form ur own third groupif u r smart ,intelligent n a little diffrent from suburbites.me n my friends landed in this third group n started this new journey of college life its only after being there n doing that ,we realised that the main strategy used by people here is to bluff sky high,eg:buy clothes n accesories from local markets but bluff that u picked it up from diffrent designer boutiqes all over the world,or u are goin to HAYYAT (not mentioning that only for desserts),n all this things done so smartly that u tend to believe them eventhough u have seen that same "cute little bag" carried by that girlie in the next lane flea market.it is then u realise that u are far better in various aspects then them without bothering for the world to know abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and yeah these people r human beings after all,they too get their share of insecurities,those bad hair n pimple days n they fart too if they eat too much.its the same old town culture be one of them or dont bother them its all about the craze of being noticed in ur adoloscence.its all about bling bling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-115174941424804223?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/115174941424804223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=115174941424804223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/115174941424804223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/115174941424804223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/07/blingbling.html' title='Bling!!Bling!!'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-114683007756302053</id><published>2006-05-05T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:45:55.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey called LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Its been long since i have written anything in my blog,but u see in my rather dull life nothing inspirational happens every day.so i decided to descend a step &amp;amp; write down about the simple things in life which do not make much of a difference but without them life would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;In todays"mecha" world we tend to ignore the small pleasures that come our ways ,be it the moonlit night we expirience with our loved ones,the sense of satisfaction that we get when we clear our paper when we knew we were goina flunk,the euphoria which we get after having a cup of icecream after a cranky day or the feeling which comes when a strong breeze brushes past our face while hanging from the local train &amp;amp; preparing for another boring day.these petty things are nothing when seen in a broader aspect but the pleasure that we obtain in that split second is undefinable.afterall"LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY THE NUMBER OF BREATHS WE TAKE,IT IS MEASURED BY THE MOMENTS THAT TAKE OU BREATH AWAY". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Its seen that &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; people underestimate themselves &amp;amp;grumble that everything goes wrong only in their lives &amp;amp;only they are worst amongst the LOT.this doesnt change for me either ,even i sometimes question god that the world would still remain a better place without me so why did he even bother to make me?but in my ligter moments i thinkthat may be i have come to make some differencein this world in my own little ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY EVER REMMEMBERS HOW WELL YOU PLAYED SO ALWAYS PLAY TO WIN.there are some people who do not belong to the &lt;strong&gt;MANY.&lt;/strong&gt;Here goes the story of young NADIRA(THE SO CALLED BABY ELEPHANT IN HIGH SCHOOL) &amp;amp; FIROZE(THE HIGH SCHOOL SMART ASS).NADIRA &amp;amp;FIROZE met each other for the first timein a private tuition when she was in her 8th grade &amp;amp; he in his 10th.there was some attraction between them in the begining ,but firoze named this friendship &amp;amp; nadira wondered what was it?you know u r in love when the thought of not having that person for the rest of your life kills you.soon nadira knew what it was.but her XL size dint favour her &amp;amp;firoze thought about her nothing more than a friend &amp;amp; joined in when people poked fun at her.soon tuitions got over &amp;amp; they went their separate ways,but nadira was in love &amp;amp; when she had given her heart she had given the whole of it.and due to her strong will power &amp;amp; determination she transformed into a swan &amp;amp; compelled firoze to notice her.and the good news is after all these years they are getting  married this JULY 06. and with this short thought i woul like to wind up my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;' CELEBRATE YOURSELF CAUSE EACH DAY IS A SPECIAL DAY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A DAY FOR THINKING BACK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A DAY FOR LOOKING AHEAD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;AND SOMEWHERE BETWEEN OLD MEMORIES AND NEW HOPES LIES A SPECIAL MOMENT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A MOMENT FOR BEING GLAD THAT &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;ARE &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;AFTER ALL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; ARE THE REASON WHY EACH DAY IS A SPECIAL DAY.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-114683007756302053?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/114683007756302053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=114683007756302053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/114683007756302053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/114683007756302053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/05/journey-called-life.html' title='The journey called LIFE.'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-114425453367948569</id><published>2006-04-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:30:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sitting in a posh townside restaurant MEERA looked into her mirror that she always carried in her vanity bag,the kholed eyes ,the shiny skin &amp;the hazelnut coloured hair just looked perfect but the imperfection beyond her derma was irritating her.she looked outside the window to cath a glimpse of the setting sun it was so beautiful,"if only my life could be so sereen"she wondered, after six years of laison &amp;amp; four years of marriage the only thing SHYAM could offer her was"NO TIME".In the begening everything was so lovey dovey &amp; good (as usual).But after all these years the SHYAM-MEERA lovestory could be best described by a bottle of crystal clear champagne which opens with a big spurt &amp;amp; slowly subsides.They met in their college &amp; one thing led to another &amp;amp; finally they were married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ambitious &amp; workoholic as SHYAM was,he never had much time for anything except work.It was managable by Meera in the begining but those unkempt promises &amp;amp; failed dinners took its toll over her .Afterall no amount of girl friends &amp; well wishers can fill in the space of a loving partner.But after all this depressing mode MEERA is finally goin to have her promised dinner with........AAKAASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She &amp;amp; AAKAASH became familiar by chatting on the net &amp; after one year of chating they both realised that they were lonely &amp;amp; had finally found a FRIEND.MEERA was amazed at how AAKAASH could understand her so well(once upon a time as SHYAM did). She never included SHYAM in their convo &amp;nor did he include the third person even if there was some one. Though the chat world is totally superficial she some how belived him.And after one year ,they were finally meeting today in this plush restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shifting her gaze from the setting sun she looked at her watch There was still 20 minutes for the dinner to begin,But she did feel guilty about this deep down her heart ."what will shyam think if he ever finds out?"she wondered .But she quitened her conscience by blaming SHYAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for all this.She started thinking about AAKAASH,soon he would come in his blue pinstripped shirt as mentioned and soon she would meet her savior of those lonely times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she did see some guy with a blue shirt enter the restaurant .And he did come at the promised time &amp;amp; finally when he reached the table MEERA was shocked to see that her pin stripped hero was..........................SHYAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-114425453367948569?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/114425453367948569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=114425453367948569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/114425453367948569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/114425453367948569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovecom.html' title='Love.Com'/><author><name>amritaa-bhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681177693924863920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4748/2252/1600/nanno1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22175325.post-113946980536161078</id><published>2006-02-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:55:27.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE &amp; PROBLEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEFORE I START WRITING THIS BLOG I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY MOM &amp; MY FRIENDS FROM WHOM I COULD DRAW THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND ALSO MY SISTER WHO CONTINIOUSLY COAXED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;THANKS MAN U PEOPLE SIMPLY ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;People around us influence our lives in good or bad ways .and life in general has its own ups &amp;amp; downs.though it is said that life is a mixture of happiness &amp; sorrows but what happens when the level of sorrows exceeds the level of happinness?PROBLEMS they arise(and people like me get to write blogs)well jokes apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THINGS HARD TO UNERSTAND OR DEALWITH is the simple definition for PROBLEM according to the OXFORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But u see life is not as simple as that.I have seen people face problems to its hilt and that is why i would like to write about them,after all sorrow gets divided only when you share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The first prson i would like to mention is my MOTHER{&lt;strong&gt;Dr ANJU BHUI&lt;/strong&gt;}.&lt;br /&gt;When u see the"Dr" tag u must be wondering what must be bothering this woman so much but only when u see her life closely will u realise what is she going through.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a rich and influential buissiness family in Orissa ANJU would have never imagined that after having a good and secure childhood destiny would mock at her at age 35 i e when she lost her husband Mr.Arunkumar Bhui(DAD I REALLY MISS U), AND bringing up two girl kids aged 9&amp;amp;5 then and that to in a place like bombay wasnt an easy job. when paternal relatives turn their backs at u hard becomes harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let anyone say anything its always seen when u laugh the world laughs with u &amp; when u weep u weep alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But this lady had her priorities clear &amp;amp; nothing was more imporant to her than bringing her two kids in a good manner.thanks to her education(its not for nothing that they say educate the female species, hey grandpa i am thankful to u too) that she was sucessful in her goal.there were obstruction in the begining ,you know the indian society it never allows a single woman to progress without anyones help be it even the 21st century.but atleast this time destiny was with her &amp; so was GOD and she succeeded in her goal.and today her daughters are20&amp;amp;16 (and not that bad humanbeings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hey mom though i cannot express it i really salute you for what ever you did for us.Really woman it requires a lot of courage to go through all this singly because afterall courage isnt having the strength to go on it is going on when you dont have the strength.A well written life is almost as rare as a well spent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So here is the second contender of my blog &lt;strong&gt;BHOOMI &lt;/strong&gt;{MEANING:THE BEAUTIFUL EARTH}if only her life could be that beautiful.you really start hateing life when ur childhood starts with a bad note.and at 16 everyday going through problems&amp;new problems is worse than worst.having a drunkard and good for nothing father at home who phisically abuses his wife &amp;amp; daughter after getting drunk is like a nightmare during the day.And at the same time trying to cope with study &amp; townside peer pressure is really a tough job.but BHOOMI u r really doing an awesome job.keep it up dude..coz our greatest glory is not in never falling ,but in rising every time we fall.&amp;amp;i am 100%sure GOD has very good plans for you in the future.&amp; always rember 1 thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'when darkness is seen every where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dificult to see a ray of light dont give up hope but keep on trying and everything will be soon allright'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well these are very less problems mentioned as compared to people in the world after all problem be it intense or small is a problem after all.&amp;amp; its gravity can never be explained through writing.but we never stop living or loving LIFE with the hope that these problems will end &amp;amp; happiness will finally come to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22175325-113946980536161078?l=amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/feeds/113946980536161078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22175325&amp;postID=113946980536161078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/113946980536161078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22175325/posts/default/113946980536161078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amritaa-bhui.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-problems.html' title='PEOPLE &amp; 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