<?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-5206149268776308899</id><updated>2012-01-21T21:15:37.566+05:30</updated><category term='hemanth'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Minds'/><category term='Roses'/><category term='5point'/><category term='Cruelty'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='guestpost'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='55fiction'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='Murders'/><category term='Smiles'/><category term='ST series'/><category term='school'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='award'/><category term='Short stories'/><title type='text'>Random ink..!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Smiles, thoughts, feelings and sometime stories..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7392774109385947774</id><published>2011-08-31T17:42:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:19:36.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ganapathi Bappa Moreya</title><content type='html'>This day used to be always a busy day at my house! Cleaning the house, making a place for ganesha, decorating and keeping everything set for the next day festival. &lt;div&gt;Not to forget all the fights I used to have with my dad and sister. It used to be fun filled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the day mom used to get tired making us all calm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to be awake till late night keeping everything ready for the wonderful welcome for Mr ganesha the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never celebrated Gowri as my mom said that families who celebrate Varamahalakshmi don't celebrate Gowri festival. So in our house we had the custom of celebrating Varamahalakshmi which is usually celebrated few weeks before Ganesha Chathurthi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day always seemed to be very tiring. Dad used to wake us up very early. He wanted us to put Rangoli and get ready for the Pooja. But we, being the lazy sisters always used to ask him for extra 5 to 10 minutes to sleep and would doze of for a long time. Then my mom would come screaming and asking for us to get up and start the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rangoli is a must for us. Though I can never do it like my mom, I used to do it somehow. My sister was always a helper here. By the time we finish the rangoli stuff, we would hear our dad calling for us. But unless we hear a praise of word from our dad &amp;amp; mom, we would never leave the place. That certainly means my mom would give us some nice words that would make us feel proud of our efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time Pooja starts we would be so tired and hungry. Though we would be able to smell yummy food getting prepared in the kitchen we are not allowed to touch it unless it is served to god first. But here even God is made to wait. He has to wait until my dad keeps all things ready, reads some stories and sings some bhajans etc etc. Then my mom too does so many types of Poojas where we kids were only supposed to sit and watch them do things. Also, we had to help them wherever they need our help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I being the eldest used to transfer all my work to my sister. :P It used to be fun to hear my sister screaming at me for everything. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Festival means late lunch at our house. At times, it could extend till 3 or 4 PM. My stomach would always be well prepared for the late lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom would prepare yummy kadabu, kosambri and chitranna along with the regular meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would have guests and neighbours coming to see Ganesha in the evening. I used to visit my neighbour houses where they keep Ganesha's. Mom would always stay at home and would never leave Ganesha alone :) She used to say that we should not leave him alone and lock the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By around 8 PM, we would set things ready to bid Bye to our Ganesha. Dad would do one last Pooja and Mom used to make us ask one last thing from Ganesha at that time i.e. to ask him to come to our house happily every year the same way. Then I and my dad would go to a lake that we had near our house.  I still remember the scary lake that used to be almost full due to heavy rains. We would go to a safe place where we could finish all the remaining customs. I used to watch the big lake that stood silently in the night without making any noise. At last, my dad would dip Ganesha three times and finally drop him in the lake. After the visarjane, we would sit for sometime and then leave back to home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year Ganesha comes to our house. Most of the times we would make him stay for a day due to our busy schedules. If possible, we would keep him for 3 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in 2010, I had to miss the festival because of working far from my home. I will never forget that sad feeling of missing home because of my work. I did pray to god to make it possible the next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, this year too the same continues. My parents are feeling really bad for my absence at home. We celebrate so many festivals, but Ganesha Chaturthi used to be something more exciting. I would not count Deepavali here, because thats full of enjoyment and missing deepavali means missing all the fun and happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still I know I will have good plans to celebrate Ganesha Chathurthi wherever I'm. So I'm all set to welcome Ganesha in Bengaluru this time. Wishing you too a very happy festival.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganapathi Bappa Moreya ! ! ! :)&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/5206149268776308899-7392774109385947774?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7392774109385947774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7392774109385947774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7392774109385947774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7392774109385947774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/ganapathi-bappa-moreya.html' title='Ganapathi Bappa Moreya'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7370219330482446026</id><published>2011-08-29T20:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:56:04.431+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>the red roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iS0c_bSKZrA/TluvcR7VgQI/AAAAAAAACgY/7s6fgdrjIXc/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iS0c_bSKZrA/TluvcR7VgQI/AAAAAAAACgY/7s6fgdrjIXc/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646299458222522626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2XCIIm6jWg/TlurBX5RkaI/AAAAAAAACgI/2ySNcq9Ivz4/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2XCIIm6jWg/TlurBX5RkaI/AAAAAAAACgI/2ySNcq9Ivz4/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646294597921509794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgdTRKEeU7I/TlurBCI_jCI/AAAAAAAACgA/RxuMJ2yvB1w/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgdTRKEeU7I/TlurBCI_jCI/AAAAAAAACgA/RxuMJ2yvB1w/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646294592081857570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures that I happened to click on my friends anniversary. I always love flowers. Though roses are not in my highest liking list, I do like it at times. The photos are taken from my digital camera. I feel sorry for not having SLR camera. :) Anyways, liked these pics and thought of uploading it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7370219330482446026?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7370219330482446026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7370219330482446026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7370219330482446026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7370219330482446026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-roses.html' title='the red roses'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iS0c_bSKZrA/TluvcR7VgQI/AAAAAAAACgY/7s6fgdrjIXc/s72-c/IMG_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2924384414003398449</id><published>2011-07-08T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:25:50.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Six Places</title><content type='html'>So six places that comes to my mind are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My hometown: I always keep it on the top list wherever it fits :P It really is a wonderful place to be in. Fresh green forest around, no traffic signal on roads, educational institutes and hospital. Simple life with peaceful mind is what you feel when you visit Manipal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuSVareQemI/TlvUMy-4_iI/AAAAAAAACgo/wWojrg1W5hI/s1600/P1170766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuSVareQemI/TlvUMy-4_iI/AAAAAAAACgo/wWojrg1W5hI/s400/P1170766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339874148122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bangalore: Because I have been staying here. The place has given me experience of living, learning &amp;amp; sharing. It has taught me how to live independently. I have been living here since 3 years and seriously the place has got something magic to keep you always busy. Wonderful place to describe in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dudhsagar: My first adventurous trek to a beautiful water falls near Goa. The only way to reach the place is to travel by train and walk along the railway track for almost 12 to 15 kms. My first experience of a long trek that too with unknown trekkers during rainy season where we slept inside tents which was almost wet due to heavy rain and water drops from the falls. Unforgettable experience and an unforgettable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbf3dqbepT4/TlvcqUvfSOI/AAAAAAAACgw/Tr4DRG-hLNk/s1600/dds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbf3dqbepT4/TlvcqUvfSOI/AAAAAAAACgw/Tr4DRG-hLNk/s400/dds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646349177519556834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kumaraparvatha: A complete 2 day trek to a place where you are completely surrounded by green hills. Scenic view and peaceful deserted place. Awesome experience of walking uphills continuously under the hot sun for hours together to reach the toughest and the 2nd highest peak of Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9U9H9TQYN8/TlvdJrrgRSI/AAAAAAAACg4/M6jqPJweZv8/s1600/311281_102580159763380_100000341904235_62973_2196835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9U9H9TQYN8/TlvdJrrgRSI/AAAAAAAACg4/M6jqPJweZv8/s400/311281_102580159763380_100000341904235_62973_2196835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646349716252804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ottinene Beach: A beach near Byndoor which I had visited during college days. Had an awesome time getting into the beach almost 5feet of depth and playing there for a long time. The scenic view from the top is mindblowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---ywBooyoVA/TlveUxBbn3I/AAAAAAAAChA/jIVzuBnBr5U/s1600/ottinene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---ywBooyoVA/TlveUxBbn3I/AAAAAAAAChA/jIVzuBnBr5U/s400/ottinene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646351006177140594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, Mangalore! A place where I stayed for nearly 8 months and where I first started my job. Great place with unforgettable memories. I had good friends and good colleagues with whom I'm still in contact. The kudroli temple is my favorite and an often visited temple as it was near to my flat. The place has many beaches and temples. You can find each and everybody speaking in Tulu language. I started learning tulu from here and I almost manage to speak broken tulu now :D&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/5206149268776308899-2924384414003398449?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2924384414003398449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2924384414003398449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2924384414003398449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2924384414003398449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-places.html' title='Six Places'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuSVareQemI/TlvUMy-4_iI/AAAAAAAACgo/wWojrg1W5hI/s72-c/P1170766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5919557587453462366</id><published>2011-07-07T12:38:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:05:40.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nine loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This one's the second post of the 10-day-you-challenge that I started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/ten-secrets-post-1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A48Bw0eCBmg/ThXyfXS9j1I/AAAAAAAACdM/0KxCwuFI8BA/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A48Bw0eCBmg/ThXyfXS9j1I/AAAAAAAACdM/0KxCwuFI8BA/s320/10-days-you-challenge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669930112716626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let me start the challenge of today. Nine loves! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Family - I love my family and can do anything for them. Since I'm far from home I keep missing my family and my place all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. My stuffs - I am kind of too much attached with my things. I don't like to loose it for any reason. Be it clothes, accessories, utensils, bags or anything. It is just mine. When there is a question of lending it, only my close friends can get it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Manipal - I love my hometown, Manipal. There has been lot of changes over time but I just like the whole place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Dancing - The ultimate art form that flows like a blood in my whole body. I am not a trained dancer nor I have been to any classes. But I just dance whenever I feel like. Sometimes, I show my happiness, anger, sadness and emotions over dance. It relaxes my whole body, keeps me active and lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Friends - I love my friends. They are always with me for anything and I'm sure nobody can understand me as much as my friends do. I believe that friends are an important part of life and the best companions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Talking - More than love, its an habit. It doesn't just let me go  away from it. I can stay without internet but not without talking. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Fiction stories - Stories and imaginations are just wonderful to me. Sometimes hearing to stories makes me feel good and other times writing stories with my own created characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Adventure - Planned or unplanned, exploring in the wild or doing something amazing, adventure is awesome. I am always game for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Weekends - Well, who doesn't love it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Sleeping - Ahh. My night time love! I don't prefer sleeping during day time. But I can continue my night sleep for quite long. I love Sundays just because it lets me sleep for a long time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I'm done with Nine Loves for today! Will be back tomorrow with the next challenge. Cya until then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5919557587453462366?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5919557587453462366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5919557587453462366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5919557587453462366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5919557587453462366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/nine-loves-post-2.html' title='Nine loves'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A48Bw0eCBmg/ThXyfXS9j1I/AAAAAAAACdM/0KxCwuFI8BA/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1907227781759218925</id><published>2011-07-06T14:23:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:05:26.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten secrets</title><content type='html'>Its been quite sometime that I did memes or any kind of tagging. Found this one quite interesting and I thought it would be good to keep myself active on blogging for sometime. Came across this 10-day-you-challenge from &lt;a href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I have been a silent reader of Preethi Shenoy's blog from a long time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm modifying the challenge by deleting the eight fears and seven wants :P Because its my wish.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2RjefE4of4/ThQj8BEMFLI/AAAAAAAACdE/7zDa7NAuFpE/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2RjefE4of4/ThQj8BEMFLI/AAAAAAAACdE/7zDa7NAuFpE/s320/10-days-you-challenge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626161348477719730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with "Ten Secrets". Well, ten secrets about myself is quite difficult as am so called open book. I hardly have any secrets to myself. Let me try though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't believe in promises. I have seen people who completely believe in it and there are few who says promises are done to break it. So I don't have any value for it and never keep any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am proud of myself. Though I find ups and downs, I always feel proud of being grown up to this stage and I keep thanking to people who care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I never like to let my friends down. I try to help them or give suggestions or speeches or anything that can help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I actually don't like plain dairy milk. :P Not many knows it because whenever somebody offers me dairy milk I have it just because I cannot say 'No' to chocolates. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like those who just keep themselves busy with boyfriends or girlfriends! They live as if they don't know any other world apart from their own where only those two live. I have some friends of mine who are like this. I keep advising them to have a social life but they are least interested about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am quite lazy at times. When I'm lazy I just like to sleep and watch movies all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like to watch serials. I feel that these serials just eat up time and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like movies which are unique and has a strong story involved. I am not much into comedy movies and I would never like to watch those in theaters. And I love to watch those which relates to natural stories or documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not a fan of any actor or any singer. Depending on the movie and the song, I would like it. Not a specific likeness to any particular celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't like scoldings. Tears start rolling when somebody scolds me. I just cannot bear it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done with my first day challenge. Will be here tomorrow with nine loves! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1907227781759218925?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1907227781759218925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1907227781759218925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1907227781759218925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1907227781759218925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/ten-secrets-post-1.html' title='Ten secrets'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2RjefE4of4/ThQj8BEMFLI/AAAAAAAACdE/7zDa7NAuFpE/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8322451123655436414</id><published>2011-06-22T18:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:50:53.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sania and Reena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The best buddies of the batch 2007 of Malnad Engineering College. We were known for being together without any fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I always wanted to be beside her no matter what. Her sweetness, her simple gesture and positive attitude towards life always inspired me. Sania was with me for every walks of my life and she never let me down. And I never wanted to hurt her. We were sticked to each other and never fought for anything. May be we understood each other so much that we never had any issues between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After college, we both started working in different places. We could hardly meet due to our busy schedules. But always kept talking on phone. I still remember the day when she told me that her marriage was fixed and she had found the right guy. I could feel her happiness towards a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On the day of marriage, she looked so much beautiful in that bride costume. Never had seen her in such an attire and there she was, the princess. I was so happy for her. She made a promise to me that day. She told that she will make it to my wedding wherever she is. She knew about my commitment to a guy and how my family were against him. She had made me keep up my hopes of getting married to my guy. She wanted me to get married soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I met Sania once with her husband after 3 months. She looked different. She had grown weight and looked like a perfect family women. The girl whom I met for the first time with that jeans and casual top and the lady whom I met then with a beautiful silk saree was so very different. Her husband was really nice and was taking good care of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;June 22, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was supposed to meet Prashanth today. Finally my parents agreed for our marriage. I was very happy and I knew all my hopes did pay me well. Thanks to Sania for her wishes. I was missing her so badly. I knew that it was nearly 6 months of her marriage and may be I can gift her something pleasant. So much of excitement it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I called her phone number but it said switched off. So tried calling her husband. But he didn't receive the call. I was bit worried. I started shivering and I felt something went wrong. I just wanted to hear her voice. I was getting too much tensed and finally called her mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aunty? Mein reena bol rahi hun. Aap Kaise hain aunty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jee.. Haan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kya huva aunty? Aapki thabiyat teek nahi hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reena.. Vo kya hain ki. Sania ab is duniya mein nahi rahi. Vo hum sabko chodke chali gayi. (cries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kyaaa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jeee.. usko brain tumor tha aur vo bhi last stage. Humko patha hi nahi thi. Kal hospital mein admit kiya tha aur aaj subah  (cries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I lost Sania today. I don't know how I can express my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But Sania, you cannot break your promise. You have to come to my wedding no matter wherever you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8322451123655436414?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8322451123655436414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8322451123655436414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8322451123655436414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8322451123655436414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/sania.html' title='Sania'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7397561108214156107</id><published>2011-06-21T21:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:14:24.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrong turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyE9vaCVauw/TgDYSJ5fNvI/AAAAAAAACcc/QZ5g8KR-BTc/s1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyE9vaCVauw/TgDYSJ5fNvI/AAAAAAAACcc/QZ5g8KR-BTc/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620730141364664050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is indeed unpredictable. You never know when you will face life's blows. Sometimes this blow may hurt us so deep that it can remain for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow up with lots of hope and with interest to achieve our dreams. Every individual has his or her own dreams. Some people may actually reach their goals within little time or after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what when you are actually going against your dreams? What when you are actually doing something which you never thought of and never wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably you may continue with this phase of life if everything is good and if it is not going good, then you may try to change the happenings as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when you cannot change anything, when you plan to stay silent with this phase of life and wait for things to change by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through difficulty needs to be experienced so as to understand the life's ups and downs. But when it is taking a wrong turn, we have to take a right step to win this game or ateast wait for the right step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, life took me towards a wrong turn. I am quite upset with it but then I don't want to loose hopes. I am not in a position to take a right step but I will wait for it. If things were in my hand, I could have done as my heart says. But no, I am helpless. I may have to support the people who depend on me. So just ignoring the wrong turn and moving ahead to come across the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a hard time which is going through, But I'm trying to live my day to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;The tears that rolled from my eyes today dried up when a close friend of mine comforted me. I'm glad to have such friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;End of it all, I'm smiling now as I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the so-called-worst-experience-of-today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The photo above is taken by a good friend of mine. The photo itself can tell many stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7397561108214156107?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7397561108214156107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7397561108214156107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7397561108214156107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7397561108214156107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/wrong-turn.html' title='Wrong turn'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyE9vaCVauw/TgDYSJ5fNvI/AAAAAAAACcc/QZ5g8KR-BTc/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1028109547154444237</id><published>2011-05-30T11:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:24:40.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hard Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The worst thing that can happen is you reach office early in the morning and find out that you are at a wrong place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmm.. well, that doesn't mean that you are physically present at a wrong place but it can mean that virtually you feel that you do not belong to this office or you should have not been here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It does feel so especially when you don't have the passion or interest to work at that office. Many may say that they feel this every single day. But I don't feel it often. I just look forward to work at my office and spend the entire day at office working or doing something which can be effective either to the company or me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But past few days, there has been a cloud moving above me which keeps pouring in thoughts. It keeps asking me whether I'm happy over here or not? Whether I am enjoying my work, passionate about the tasks that I do or interested to even look for more possible actions during work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rather than answering these questions, I shutdown these thoughts and ask the cloud to stop following me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What does a happy career mind ask for? A decent job with interesting assignments on the work desk, stable income with friendly colleagues to work on &amp;amp; challenging tasks. That's all I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh. Just not happy with the happenings at my work place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1028109547154444237?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1028109547154444237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1028109547154444237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1028109547154444237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1028109547154444237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/hard-fact.html' title='Hard Fact'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-936753318572555938</id><published>2011-05-11T10:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:38:16.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She and her world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xKIEv6MRsU/TcoUeYX2nCI/AAAAAAAACUc/EnOrJBun-MM/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 401px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xKIEv6MRsU/TcoUeYX2nCI/AAAAAAAACUc/EnOrJBun-MM/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605315198387133474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Picture taken at Cubbon Park, Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute child who was accompanied by her mother to the park was happily waiting to get into the toy train ride. She didn't even knew that it was only a toy train and not the real one. She was enjoying each and every moment. She was smiling at every person who was playing with her. She doesn't recognize any of those faces but she could realize that they too are moving ahead with her in the train. She loved the dress she wore, she loved the balloons which her brother was holding in his hand, she loved the people who were smiling at her. It was all like a different world. The world which looks very nice and beautiful. Colorful people, bright day, twinkling nights, happy children, struggling old grannies, wonderful flowers etc etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants the world to remain as it is with all these lovely things always near to her.. She cannot express it as of now but she knows about it and enjoys every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her world. Her beautiful world and she loves it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-936753318572555938?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/936753318572555938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=936753318572555938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/936753318572555938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/936753318572555938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-and-her-world.html' title='She and her world'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xKIEv6MRsU/TcoUeYX2nCI/AAAAAAAACUc/EnOrJBun-MM/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-9010212238732821673</id><published>2011-05-10T17:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:20:59.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Times-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its been quite tough these days.. May be I have lost the patience to adjust for slightest things too. Not to reveal much but I am planning to shift my home from North to South of Bangalore. I know shifting involves hell lot of work and I'm feeling the pain in doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Checking out so many places is a tiresome job too. I have been looking out for a comfy rented house but moving alone is not safe. Hence, I am checking for ladies hostels too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But let me tell you one thing, Bangalore is loaded with lot many PG (Paying Guest) Accommodations. But I have not come across even one hostel until now. If you ask what is the difference, students who are studying in engineering or medical colleges can tell you. I always wanted to stay in one. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Coming back to my search. Oh Gawwwdd! I have been staying in a 2 bhk house until now and I was so so happy staying there. I don't think I may get such a kind of house again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A tip to share for the people who stay in rented house or flats: If you are all alone, you are blessed! If you are sharing your space with roomies, then you guyz gotta stay smart. Its always a fight at the end. Getting the advance money which was deposited first is like finishing a virgin trek! Trust me, I have experienced this "staying in a rented house with so called roomies" twice already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hope and pray that I get a good place to stay somewhere close to my office! *fingers crossed for all the future mishaps* hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-9010212238732821673?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9010212238732821673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=9010212238732821673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9010212238732821673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9010212238732821673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/times-up.html' title='Times-up'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8932884759967256677</id><published>2011-04-28T10:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:10:56.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the attachment</title><content type='html'>She sat there at the reception desk working on her computer. She didn't have much work that day. She started watching the main door and the people who were walking elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed in a small rented penthouse which was located in the same building as hers. He used to often move up and down from the stair case but never noticed this lady sitting there. But that day he just caught her eyes looking at him. He could sense the electric beat which went through his nerves. She created an affection towards him and gazed at him. No smiles either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a month now and they still look at each other whenever he passes through the staircase. No talks and no smiles. But things are happening in the air. Both of them feel a strange bond of looking at each other but never did they express it. They liked it, they loved that intense feeling of happiness, lust and the crave to see each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fond attachment still continues..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8932884759967256677?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8932884759967256677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8932884759967256677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8932884759967256677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8932884759967256677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/attachment.html' title='the attachment'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6477658733301719489</id><published>2011-04-27T11:02:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:20:34.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I cannot understand!!</title><content type='html'>He was in his 30s. Pressure from the family to get married was much better than handling the secret love affair that he was carrying from past 2 years. The reason to keep it a secret was simple. She was of a different caste. His family being a orthodox can never accept a girl from a far caste.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the story sounds like a typical hindu family which we often keep hearing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I noticed here was the girl who couldn't understand what is life all about? Hailing from Patna, she was a post graduate working in an MNC company. It was just 5 months before that Sahana(name has been changed) started working. She has her goals well defined with beautiful carved dreams around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal(name has been changed), having an experience of 8 years in the software industry is originally from Chennai and is presently working in Bangalore. He had lost his father an year back and is surviving by his mother and a younger sister. His love towards family and people was the strength that he carried from his childhood. Now, he has plans to get married to Sahana and get settled back in Chennai. His family needs him and he has to take care of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the issues of getting married to a different caste, he is now making Sahana understand that she can build her career in Chennai as well. He is okay with Sahana not working and staying at home as well. But life is different according to Sahana. She doesn't want to move away from Bangalore. She wants to stay here itself and achieve her goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is right here and who is wrong? I would say neither of them. Vishal has his own dreams and he wants to see his life moving towards it. Same with Sahana. Yes, Sahana can work in Chennai too but she has her friends and her job here in Bangalore. Moving away from Bangalore may seem hard to her. Vishal cannot settle in Bangalore as he has to take care of his family back at Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;Best solution would be to breakup and follow their dreams and wishes. If not, then one has to adjust with things. One has to support his/her spouse and thats when you can see a happy life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many families who fight to the core, who cannot handle their husbands and wives torture, who get irritated with their in-laws, who cannot handle the financial crisis etc. Why is it so difficult to adjust? Life is as beautiful as a rose if you care and are ready to accept things in its place. Either to make life beautiful or to make life a place to just live until die. It's in our hands and yes, we can make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only about marriage lives. I have seen people in relationship suffering to death. All those cries and night calls, convincing the other, begging and pleading to excuse mistakes, permissions to talk to friends and to go out. One lot of heck!! Does committing to somebody means that either you sit on their head and operate their life or you become a god to him and change all his habits and behavior. Give a break guys! If you are in a relationship that means you are now having somebody to walk through this life. Definitely, he or she can be the one to listen to your sorrows and share feelings, guide you through, support you for everything. Yes, change is required when there are mistakes happening. Not because you just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I remember few cases where I used to be a mediator helping both the guy and girl asking them to understand, adjust and compromise with each other! Most of the cases had the same issue but with different outer-line stories. Many a times I used to think myself "Why the hell can't they breakup?" I would say that's the best solution rather than getting married with all these problems and then suffering because of the same problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! I can hear peace now!&lt;br /&gt;I have seen families who are enjoying their life (not with money and fame) but with the support from the family, understanding each others thoughts and interests. I just love to hear such stories then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are about to fall in love, hear my advice.. If you can adjust, compromise and understand each other then only go about with it. If not put a dead line and crash your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This post is not to criticize those who are in love, but just a note to realize those who are suffering in their relationships. Make your life happy! Good wishes.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6477658733301719489?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6477658733301719489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6477658733301719489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6477658733301719489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6477658733301719489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cannot-understand.html' title='I cannot understand!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7712211448997306692</id><published>2011-03-11T11:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:51:07.982+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Lost heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He stood there smiling at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I glared at him like a bee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He was sweet, lovable and innocent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was sporty, talkative and exultant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He loved me to the core,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Which I never got from anyone before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But time tells a different story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where I was filled with gory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had to be keep ourselves apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and finally it broke, my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7712211448997306692?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7712211448997306692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7712211448997306692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7712211448997306692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7712211448997306692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-heart.html' title='Lost heart'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6972100478862990080</id><published>2011-02-25T12:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:45:48.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Studies and tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today could have been a big day for me too if at all I had done what I was supposed to do. I can see many people around me waiting anxiously, talking with full of tension in their minds and ofcourse all those goosebumps that they are facing. Yes, every student who waits for his exam results would be in "Not Fine" status of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I remember those days when I used to wait for the results to be announced. So many calls and those SMS to friends asking, telling about each and every information that I collect. Exam results are like such. You will be a different person from the previous night till you are done with all the jumping of times. Regardless of being it a high school results or college results. Tension is tension!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its been ages that I have written any exam. Though I'm ought to (I have taken some course and have not been able to complete it.) Ahhh.. Now I hear everybody giving me a gyan for not completing it. I have my own answers for all your questions. So don't ask me anything. But seriously I'm so so so sad for not getting enough time to study and I feel angry on myself for not able to concentrate on these.  This so called 'Studies' haunts me the whole day and night. &lt;/span&gt;I guess this is what happens to the people who work and study at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now for today, the exam results are out. But I am least bothered as I have not written a single paper. (yeh yeh, you can start throwing stones at me now. I can accept it gladly, huh) I feel pity for not writing it now. People around me are rejoicing on some people's marks and few are worried about getting odds on some papers. Whatever it could have been, I'm not the part of it this time. That  makes me feel sickkkkk!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, atleast next time is what I'm thinking of! Hopefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All mighty, give me some power and time to study! :P :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6972100478862990080?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6972100478862990080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6972100478862990080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6972100478862990080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6972100478862990080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/studies-and-tension.html' title='Studies and tension'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7686661447132205357</id><published>2011-02-14T17:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:27:03.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me and My love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not all are blessed with luck. But when people are blessed with good luck, do they realize it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I dont know about you, but I certainly keep realizing it often. Its sometimes crazy when I keep thinking and thinking endlessly. I feel happy for what I'm. I feel good to have made so many good friends. I feel great exploring new things. I feel nice when people praize me. I feel yipppee when I'm enjoying. I feel adventurous when I do something crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Going back to those years, when I was a tiny little baby fond of my mother always crying and laughing, to those days when I used to fight with those friends of mine just for a chocalate, and when I used to jump and happily return home from school, when I used to get scoldings from my teacher for not completing my homework, to the days when I was afraid to step into college and ofcourse to the days when we used to bunk the classes just because it was boring, chit chat in canteens and those birthday treats and to all those interviews that took place and the trainings in new workplace... ahhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally, working now! Its been a long journey from baby (to) school going kid (to) teenager (to) college girl and now a working professional..  (Feeling Nostalgic now.. :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Life has drastically changed or I should say I have drastically changed myself so much. Happy that I am standing on my legs now, i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t-l-y! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thanks to my parents who made me stand up for what I'm today. Thanks to my little sister who was a great companion till now. Thanks to all those wonderful friends with whom life indeed became happier. I have to tell thanks to each and everybody that I know as they have played a role too in my life journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And today i'm expressing my love to myself. If I had not loved myself, I would have not reached till here. So so glad that I'm me, myself and Swetha! Frankly, I love my name, my every step, my every thinking, my smartness.. well everything about me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sure each of you would have loved yourself. But we only to know to express love to other and may not have expressed it among ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its nice to wear my own shoes rather anybody else's. I dont want to be Obama or Kajol or Shah rukh Khan. I want to be what I'm. And I proudly say that I love myself.. Hugggzzzz and kisses to me.. :) :P ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HaPpY VaLeNtInEs DaY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7686661447132205357?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7686661447132205357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7686661447132205357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7686661447132205357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7686661447132205357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-and-my-love.html' title='Me and My love'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7557104298296057349</id><published>2010-12-29T17:22:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:45:34.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Created Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was July 2009. I had to move into a hostel due to various reasons. I was worried whether I will be able to adjust with my new mates as I was always too much of a reserved person. I chose this hostel as it was near to my work place. It was 8 PM in the night when I reached the place with my luggages. I carried a whole lot of luggages with me basically because before this I was staying in an apartment and as I had my own space and kitchen facilities there that I had made enough things to last another 2 years :) . The driver was too fast in unloading my luggages and he dumped everything front of the hostel gate and vanished. I was clueless as how I can manage things myself. I couldn't call my female friends as they stay too far from that place and it was already past 8. And ofcourse no guys allowed in the ladies hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had no option but to move the things myself. I had a single room booked in on the 1st floor of the building. It included nothing more than a single bunker bed, a cupboad and a table with chair. But to my astonishment, the room was not ready for my occupancy. The cupboard and the table was yet to be shifted to my room. The concerned person was not available, hence I thought of looking into the matter later. I started moving my things from the hostel gate to the 1st floor. I could see many girls starring at me. Few of them asked "New occupancy?" I nodded with a smile. Had no time for conversation. Not a single girl came to my aid but there was already a gossip going about ME. I heard somebody questioning to the other "How many luggages is she carrying in?" "Looks like she is moving her complete house hold stuffs into her room". I just ignored and continued my work. More than an hour and I was done. My room looked completely loaded and messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had no much energy left to talk to my new mates. Hence, I quickly made my bed and slept off. I woke up with a thud when I heard some marriage chants next to my window. I guessed there must be a marriage hall next to the building. I didnt bother to inquire about it as I was already late to go to office. Oh yes, it was a week day. I had to search so many things out of so many luggages and finally grabbed necessary things to go to the office. As I was fairly new to the place, I was bit unclear about taking the right path to my office. I asked one of the girl who was watching tv which was kept near the kitchen. She was slim and fair. Her looks said that she was quite simple and silent. She tried explaining me something which I couldn't make out. Another girl seated next to her who was having breakfast told me the directions. She too was slim and quite fair with long hair but she had tied it up as she must have had washed her hair just before sometime. I quickly woved a thanks to both and dashed off to my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I came back from office, I used to be puzzled as how to set my things right. I spoke to the concerned person about getting a cupboard and a table and all he could tell me was that it may take a day or two. My room was in a total mess and it was damn difficult to get even a small thing out of my lugagges. I struggled for few days (Oh yes! that owner took nearly a week to get my cupboard) and finally I made up friends with few people. There were few people who spoke my mother tongue and there were people with whom I was speaking in Hindi. Though I dont speak Hindi much I managed blabbering something. Later stage I was able to speak Hindi quite fine. Credit to these northies who were my neigbhours in this hostel. Since it was self cooking hostel, we used to cook food ourselves. That made me learn so  many reciepes. It was always fun and happy times enjoying, chatting, gossiping and watching tv with these people. I got along with them very well. Infact, the long hair girl who guided me on my first day is my closest friend now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the hostel life, there was some crazy times, some anger, lots of gossips, fun filled and lot more. I enjoyed every bit of it and I have treasured many golden moments of this life. An year passed by, many people kept moving out and lot many new faces entered in. Again new friends and lot many more gossips. Discovering people's behaviour, getting adjusted all were the part of the hostel life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was time when I had to move again. Packing and moving out from my room was a painful act. I had even more luggages this time. I had my friends helping me to pack and move it outside. I had few people telling to keep in touch. I heard few of them questioning "Oh! Is she moving?" "Why is she shifting and where is she going?" Well, life has to lead on. I knew I had made enough memories to keep it life long. I also knew that someday when I see them somewhere somehow they will surely greet me or atleast smile at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ofcourse, I was sad. At the same time, I was happy to have made loads of strangers as my friends. Life is such. It walks you to a wonderland and introduces to different kinds of people. You get a chance to choose out of so many people and you choose few with whom you smile, laugh and cry. And one day you have to let them go or they leave you and go. You will get upset but still life has given those people to you to fill your happiness for sometime. Thanks to the life. Never forget those people who walked into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Note: This is taken from my treasured memories of my hostel life. I wanted to put in this story as I still remember most of the moments spent during my hostel life. I value each and every incidents that took place from the talks to the fights. My heartfelt thanks to my hostel mates who were with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7557104298296057349?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7557104298296057349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7557104298296057349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7557104298296057349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7557104298296057349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/created-memories.html' title='Created Memories!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3663283009560292687</id><published>2010-12-23T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:39:12.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dashing through the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O'er the fields we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Laughing all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bells on bob tails ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Making spirits bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What fun it is to laugh and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A sleighing song tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A day or two ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I thought I'd take a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And soon Miss Fanny Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Was seated by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The horse was lean and lank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Misfortune seemed his lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We got into a drifted bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And then we got upsot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3663283009560292687?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3663283009560292687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3663283009560292687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3663283009560292687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3663283009560292687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3840554164777730789</id><published>2010-12-15T06:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:15:55.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Loads of memories!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feels like its a new life, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the people with whom I lived these many years, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the place where I worked for these many years,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the talks that I had with all these many years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like its a new life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning to find that I'm not going to that place any more,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to people and say about what I'm doing now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep in the night thinking about the next day schedule which is different now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like its a new life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I call my friends just to ask how are they now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear from them that they miss me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell them that I'm doing great when I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its a new life altogether!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the people who made me so special. Thank you for missing me when i'm not there with you all. Thank you for creating wonderful memories with me. Lastly, thank you for being with me!! Missing each one of you.. my team.. my co-workers everybody!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to the people whom I call friends more than my colleagues!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3840554164777730789?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3840554164777730789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3840554164777730789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3840554164777730789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3840554164777730789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/loads-of-memories.html' title='Loads of memories!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5090675990201417890</id><published>2010-12-14T17:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:12:16.066+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Life without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/TQdlxWuGI2I/AAAAAAAACS8/Lj_0jveTF9U/s1600/Father_and_Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/TQdlxWuGI2I/AAAAAAAACS8/Lj_0jveTF9U/s320/Father_and_Son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550516964344341346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unknown thoughts bound together to form an indifferent puzzle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the shadow of dark from the light of rays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind without telling me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never could give the respect you deserved,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the time when I didn't give you the love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not here now, to give what u need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left alone with anger, cries and pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, forgive me and take me to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dedicated to my friend who lost someone special..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5090675990201417890?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5090675990201417890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5090675990201417890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5090675990201417890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5090675990201417890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-without-you.html' title='Life without you'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/TQdlxWuGI2I/AAAAAAAACS8/Lj_0jveTF9U/s72-c/Father_and_Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1134559587631414540</id><published>2010-12-13T15:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:05:26.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>U-P-D-A-T-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There I went disappearing again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Busy schedules, hectic work, no peace of mind, lots of tension, assignments to finish up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have lot many reasons to go on.. But let that be apart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let me write down my current phase of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A chilled girl, with less of tensions, little responsibilities, enough time to think about myself, able to plan for wonderful times ahead, trying to get along with my closed ones like before, exploring new things.. :) all in all, wonderful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Christmas is around the corner.. I feel like celebrating it in a good way this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Have already done enough shopping for Christmas. Yet to buy gifts to my beloved ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If not a story, if not a poem, if not some mesmerizing lines, let me post my weekly updates .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;only about me!!! :P :D stay tuned... hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Current Mood:- Crazy and idiotic..!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;signing off for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1134559587631414540?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1134559587631414540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1134559587631414540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1134559587631414540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1134559587631414540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/u-p-d-t-e.html' title='U-P-D-A-T-E'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5621845441063562452</id><published>2010-07-29T14:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:45:39.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Foot Prints...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was the day I had got a call from the HR department of Graffiti. The words still echo me when the lady at the other end said that I'm selected and can join the company by July 28th. The firt job offer and the first experience of getting into an organization was splendid. I had 10 more days of time. I enjoyed like a free-bird for those days and met every friend of mine at Mysore. Another 10 days I would be traveling to Bangalore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was given an apartment to share with my co-workers. It was three bed room unfurnished apartment. By the time I had reached the place there were already 6 people who had occupied the place. I was along with my friend so that counts 8 people in the house. I was sure it would be quite a tantrum all the time. But then I was about to experience the room mate fights. Getting to know everybody was so easy. But cooking, cleaning, being with them was the toughest to what I have seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first day was crazy. I was shivering in the training room as the AC was in the HIGH mode. Listening to the introductory, trying to get comfy was difficult. I felt weird when my voice went pale when I was talking to the trainer. The second half of the day was good as I made friends with many of my batch mates. With an average of 20 people in this training batch, there were 5 girls totally (including me). The 4 floor building looked pretty nice. There was a shopping mall situated at ground floor. The first and third floor consisted of management and marketing team. We were put up at second floor were there nearly 100 work stations and 2 conference rooms specially made for the technical team. The evening passed by with we roaming around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The training lasted for nearly 25 days. The everyday running to the training room and finishing up all the assignments were not that different from regular college life. It was going good. At our residence, it was fun cooking all together, gossiping about every other person in the company, telling each other about our past and childhood days. There were 3 to 4 seniors who lived with us, so it was fun when they used to tell about their team leaders and project managers. The time flew by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was the day when I would know that I would be put in which team and which shift. I was worried if I would get some crapster or some angry old lady. I was hoping I would get Divya, the cute and friendly team leader who always cares for her team. But I can manage with Chethan as well, I have heard that he is very silent and is not at all bad. I had 3 to 4 team leaders in my mind and I was hoping I would get anyone of them. I heard my name finally. Ms Priya. Yours would be 11.30 PM to 7.30 AM shift and your team leader is Vijay Shetty." It was in a fraction of second that it got announced and I was not sure whether I have heard it right or wrong. I quickly wrote it in notebook and was wondering who is Vijay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another 48 hours for me to join the Vijay's team. Since it was a weekend, I spled to my hometown for 2 days. Enjoyed every moment of being back at home. 4 movies in 2 days. Evening out with friends. The weekend was over by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I reached my flat at 7 PM on Monday as my shift was 11.30 PM. My first working day and my first night shift. Why should there be night shifts for girls at the first place? I was not sure whether I would be awake after 1 PM. Anyways, I had 3 more room mates of mine in the same shift but unfortunately, they were in different teams. I had gathered as much information about my TL. He was good but at the same time he gets angry if we don't agree to his words. I was all set to tackle his anger now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was waiting for the cab at 11 PM outside our apartment with 3 other girls. The cab came at 11.25 PM. what a timing the cab driver has!! Since the office was near by, we reached by 11.35 PM. The night view of our office was different. I was starring at the lightings and walls of the building which was having a different look. As soon as I entered the second floor I was told to put my time in the register book and sign it. I waved to my other friends and went along to the cubicle where my team leader and the whole team were sitting. Mr Vijay was fair and tall. His looks defined himself to be silent yet sharp character. He was in his early thirties. I went to him straight and wished him a soft 'Hello' for which he gave a big grin and said 'Hi'. There were few work stations empty which were right next to him and one behind. He pointed at a seat which was to his left and asked me to be seated there. "Awwwww" I felt the glitch in my stomach but still accepted his words and sat. I silently sat for half an hour until he realized that there was "Me" who was sitting next to him and waiting for his next action. He asked Sorry and stood immediately. He turned to his team to said that there is a new joinee who has joined his team today and he would like everybody to say Hi to that person. He pointed at me and I stood up with a shy look on my face. I heard everybody saying Hello and so I replied to it with a sweet Hello which nobody would have heard as my volume was mute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the next 30 minutes, I was busy working on the task that was told by my team leader. Once that was done, he asked me to check few of the pages which seem to be boring. I kept reading the pages which looked never ending. My eyes felt the pain and I kept rubbing it every second. I was not sure how it happened but I just warmly opened my eyes to realize I was fast asleep. I woke up with a thud and starred at Mr. Vijay. He turned to me and smiled. I was feeling ashamed but he tried to be cool and quickly said "Its okay. It happens as its your first day at office." I didn't answer to that instead quickly logged into my system and started reading those pages again. I checked my time and was shocked to see as it said 3 AM. I slept soundly for 2 hours. Was I by any chance snoring? or did I talk in my dreams? I felt butterflies in my stomach! He stood up and said that he will be going out for a break and I too can go and get fresh so that I can be awake for few more hours. I quickly got up and went along the passage not daring to show my face to anybody. I was out in minutes. I went straight to the cafeteria and thankfully saw one of my roomie with her team. I grabbed a cup of tea and went upto her. It was so good to meet some known person after a terrific act like this. After talking and discussing on the same topic it was 20 mins past that I had come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was back at my seat before my TL came. He smiled at me as soon as he came and asked whether I'm still feeling sleepy. By then I was getting used to his smiles so smiled back telling that I'm fine now. My watch said 4.30 AM and I was getting big time head ache by then. With nothing much work to do, to be only reading pages that was boring to the core, I was feeling sick. Trying to get back to my consciousness every once in 5 minutes. Nearly 10 times I thought should I ask Vijay to let me sleep for only 15 mins. Shall I? Would that be a wrong thing to ask? Will  he allow at the first place? What if he scolds back? With thoughts in my mind running like a rabbit but executing like a tortoise I wasn't sure what can be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5.15 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was getting mad. The restless brain in my head started abusing me. I was not able to tolerate. Finally, with a great courage I turned to him and said that I badly would need 15 mins of sleep. He said sure and asked me to sleep for sometime. Finally, there I was sleeping like a log. I didnt mind now about Vijay sitting next to me. All I wanted was sleep. Sleep. Did you hear me? I said SLEEP!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up at 7.15 AM. Ouch!! I struggled to sit back properly and grinned at Vijay. He wished Good Morning and said me to quickly prepare a report and send it to him. By 10 minutes I was ready to log off from my system. I asked him politely whether I can move out. He said okay and asked me to sleep well that day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that I had a nice time back at my flat telling this story to everybody and laughing my whole heart. The coming days were good. I was happily experiencing the new company and new job. Mr Vijay was a good team leader helping me in terms of technical difficulties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These memories still refresh me with its charm when I recall about my first experience working in a company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; Ramani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Graffiti Technologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5621845441063562452?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5621845441063562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5621845441063562452&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5621845441063562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5621845441063562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/fresh-new-track.html' title='Foot Prints...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8282579550684191281</id><published>2010-07-21T16:04:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:35:42.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recalling :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one of my favourite old no from the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Geet Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Patharon Ne" &lt;/span&gt;which was produced in the year 1964.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere khayaalon mein hum&lt;br /&gt;Teree hee baahon mein gum&lt;br /&gt;Apane hain dono jahaan,&lt;br /&gt;Ho jaaye bekhud yahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoo roshanee bhor kee,&lt;br /&gt;Palakon mein teree chhoopoo&lt;br /&gt;Jab aankh kholegaa too,&lt;br /&gt;Putalee mein honge hum hee&lt;br /&gt;Hum hain kalaa kee jabaan,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon mein tere rawaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madabharee chanchal ye shaam&lt;br /&gt;Detee hain tuz ko payaam&lt;br /&gt;Patthar pe kar shaayaree,&lt;br /&gt;Tuz ko humaaraa salaam&lt;br /&gt;Too hain jahaa, hum wahaa,&lt;br /&gt;Zoomei jameen aasamaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8282579550684191281?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8282579550684191281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8282579550684191281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8282579550684191281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8282579550684191281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/recalling.html' title='Recalling :)'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2085552534146134583</id><published>2010-06-28T10:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:45:14.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amazing! His soft touch, his smell, his melting talks .. I woke up with a thud when he came front of my eyes like a flash.. But alas it was only a dream.. but he was the same person he told he would never come front of me. he promised to keep himself far and would never return back. Now how could he come in my dreams? it was so frightening.. i never thought i would see his face or remember him again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i tried to prepare some hot coffee to put me into relaxation. it was quite chill outside. the rain had made the world so lovely with its water drops. I smiled to myself. The clock struck 5 PM. I still had enough time to spend my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I quickly put on the leather jacket and started walking down the street. Observed few kids playing and cycling on the road. I could recall my childhood days. It was so clear and fun. I wished to go back to those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Within a fraction of a second, I heard the honking of a car. I looked back at the driver angrily. Shockingly, it was him! Oh no! the worst was yet to come. I just smiled hesitatingly. He got out of the car and came closer to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He took me by his hand and made me sit in the car. He drove for nearly 2 3 kms and then stopped the car. It was silent until then. I was already feeling cold and numb inside. He turned to me and asked whether I still like him. I was silent as I was not knowing what is the answer for his question. It was almost 4 months before that I had last met him. He took my hand and repeated the question again. I started shivering. Few things ran in my mind. Was he the same person with whom I used to talk, cry, feel and shout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is he the same person with whom I was close? Tears! Tears rolled on from my cheek. But still I was silent, didn't open up my mouth. He came closer to me and laid a small kiss on my forehead. I felt bit relaxed. Unknowingly I smiled at him and hugged him. It was some kind of relief, a happiness after a longtime, a splash of wave that dashed and went off silently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He smiled at me back and kissed me all over. He took me in his arms and softly whispered. "I still love you sweety, sorry for being so rude. I promise you I will not repeat this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wiped off my tears and said "I hate you when you are angry but I love you when you make it over. I hope we will never face such a thing again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and then it started raining very heavily! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-2085552534146134583?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2085552534146134583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2085552534146134583&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2085552534146134583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2085552534146134583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-day.html' title='That day..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8689400285960434446</id><published>2010-04-07T11:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:52:31.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the mind wanders</title><content type='html'>No idea why i'm doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank... mind is totally blank!&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how my mind works.. i was a different person before.. always lively!&lt;br /&gt;now i feel things have changed.. i am more of a lazy person than the cheerful person of those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it age? the times of 2010? or the people around me? or my busy work schedule?&lt;br /&gt;i have no answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not happy with these changes.. its making me sick day by day!&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like running to a far away country and take rest for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this blog world.. i miss the way i used to write things here! everything seems to have changed..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's happened to my fellow mates who used to write with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with what i understood from a quick ref is that few of them have gone idle too.. many of them lost interest.. 1 or 2 are married.. and few of them are still writing in their pages.. and most of the people must have forgotten me.. ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would like to say "Hi" to everyone whom I had known here..!&lt;br /&gt;may be now its time for me to do a comeback after 2 3 months of my disappearance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be able scribble atleast few lines whenever i feel so..&lt;br /&gt;i will make sure to visit my mates and read their pages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a "not so cheerful mind" signing off..&lt;br /&gt;will be back sooooooon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8689400285960434446?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8689400285960434446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8689400285960434446&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8689400285960434446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8689400285960434446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/mind-wanders.html' title='the mind wanders'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7580847972661435512</id><published>2010-01-21T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:52:21.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kya kare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dil to bachcha hai ji,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Thoda kaccha hai ji....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya kare? dil kabhi dhimag ka suntha hi nahi..! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Happy bday to my blog.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7580847972661435512?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7580847972661435512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7580847972661435512&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7580847972661435512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7580847972661435512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/kya-kare.html' title='kya kare?'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1160239024395855561</id><published>2009-12-04T12:36:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:01:08.746+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its been ages that I haven't gone to my native.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and here the week has finally come that I have been long expecting for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In another 2 weeks I will be there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss those people with whom I used to enjoy my life, I  miss those places which I often used to visit, I miss those wonderful times that I had with my beloved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been missing it from so many months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One thing that I miss which I would never get back is my childhood days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love that times but I know I can never get back to those days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I do have those lovely memories with me which I can treasure it for my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I bet everybody feels the same like me about "Childhood Days" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id=":180" class="hP"&gt;Donald Zolana's few paintings on early &lt;span class="il"&gt;Childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1160239024395855561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1160239024395855561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sxi53wMyqjI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/KVFvq4H7vyc/s72-c/DZ22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7841009647524782510</id><published>2009-11-25T15:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:32:33.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Q!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Life is a bundle of things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happiness, confusion, tensions.. it includes so many more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly have you learn't from this life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7841009647524782510?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7841009647524782510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7841009647524782510&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7841009647524782510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7841009647524782510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/q.html' title='Q!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-185351148983083306</id><published>2009-10-16T17:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:19:37.065+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><title type='text'>BhooOOooom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=":af"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Diwali!! BooOooom BOoooooOomm again.... Crackle, sparkle, dooooom boooooooom!! &lt;img framecount="63" style="background-image: url(im/emotisprites/tongue2.png); background-position: 0px -322px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" onload="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" onmouseover="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" alt=":P" pattern="tongue" createtime="1255693413101" iconset="square" width="14" height="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time.. and enjoy the festival with happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D :P :) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" class="entry"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;May this Diwali give U…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independence of JAVA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/java.jpg" alt="Java" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power of UNIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/unix.jpg" alt="Unix" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-1616"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popularity of WINDOWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/window.jpg" alt="Windows" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luxury of .NET&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/net.jpg" alt="Net" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Efficiency of C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/c.jpg" alt="c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ease of VB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/vb.jpg" alt="vb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robustness of ORACLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/oracle.jpg" alt="Oracle" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vision of PHOTOSHOP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/photoshop.jpg" alt="Photoshop" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vastness of &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jokesduniya.com/1616/happy-returns-of-diwalienjoy/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 109, 0) ! important; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(189, 109, 0) ! important; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/internet.jpg" alt="Internet" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compactness of JPG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/jpg.jpg" alt="Jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richness of BMP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/bit-map.jpg" alt="Bit map" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coverage as YAHOO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/yahoo.jpg" alt="Yahoo" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reachness of GOOGLE And&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/google.jpg" alt="Google" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Security of NORTON!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/norton.jpg" alt="Norton" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many many happy returns of Diwali…Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Courtesy: Joke submitted by Tariq Khan on a Jokes website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":af"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BhhoOooooOOooooOOoooooooOoooooOoooMMmmmmm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-185351148983083306?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/185351148983083306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=185351148983083306&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/185351148983083306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/185351148983083306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/bhooooooom.html' title='BhooOOooom!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6784133028433048451</id><published>2009-10-14T11:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:01:36.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>whooooooooooooooooott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cho cho chorry that I just vanished without informing and was hiding from such a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lot many reasons for this disappearance.. (most of them are silly reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had been busy with my work, with my studies and with my friends.. I had no things to write here! Many a times, I logged in here to check others blog but couldn't write anything on my own.. I was dull for few days.. I wanted to lay silent for few days.. I wanted to shut my mouth from stupid talks.. So I just kept quite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There had been so many people asking about me and my health! Thanks a lot for all your concern! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M BACK&lt;/span&gt; to the blogging world and hopefully I will pen down things as usual.. and get back to your blogs! Been missing to read all your write ups lately!! I will read everyone's blog one by one.. And and I hope you all still remember me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After so many requests, atlast I opened a Facebook account! Thanks to the person "A" who forcefully made me open it! :P :D Now, I'm enjoying the new application adding people, learning new things and a lot more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Still, I prefer Orkut for various reasons.. hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel the fresh fragrance here now! :P Is it coz am back? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and now my blog looks alive! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Waiting to hear from each one of you who had supported me and been with me here from a long time and also, few people who recently hopped in here! Thanks for visiting my pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Swetha :) :D :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6784133028433048451?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6784133028433048451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6784133028433048451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6784133028433048451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6784133028433048451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/whooooooooooooooooott.html' title='whooooooooooooooooott'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2761818781599935174</id><published>2009-08-17T17:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:05:48.872+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wandering thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wooohhoooo!! I'm back.. Thanks for all the wishes and blessings you people sent me. I'm finally back with all those wonderful memories. You can read about the trekking experience in my other blog or simply click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethap03.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some random lines came across my mind while I was traveling in the train. I have written it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She was sitting there on the seat from past one hour. Everyone is beside her yet she felt there is nobody with her. The cold breeze blew the hair on to her face. She wanted to shut down the window as she was uncomfortable with the cold but now she felt like experiencing it. she cuddled with herself and her pains. The train kept on moving and her thoughts went on wandering when suddenly she felt the darkness. She didn't realize it was the tunnel, she thought it was darkness of her life that comes every now and then whenever she is happy. Tears rolled down on her cheeks but the smile on her face was still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oooops! What did I write? Wrote it in a fiction way but I didn't understand what I wrote. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So please don't throw tomatoes on me for this.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Now, when I'm back I feel something weird. I guess I lost the way of leading life or may be I dont know why i'm living. Is this because of silence which comes after the happiness?? Or something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-2761818781599935174?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2761818781599935174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2761818781599935174&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2761818781599935174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2761818781599935174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-thoughts.html' title='Wandering thoughts!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-777662205871353837</id><published>2009-08-14T11:47:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:04:46.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm away!</title><content type='html'>Not yet, ppl! but in just another few hours I will be traveling outside my present place..&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a long time that I didn't travel outside Bangalore.. Life is getting bit boring, more hectic, sometimes fun and most of the times scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, we had planned for this trek and at last the day has come when we are setting off! We all are going to Dudhsagar, which is at the border of Goa and Karnataka for a two day trek! You can read more about this place, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dudhsagar_Falls"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The best time to enjoy going to this place would be in the monsoon. Last year, in the same month of August we had all gone to the same place and it was really the best trek we had so far. It was adventurous and we had experienced some dangerous times out there. After a lot of discussions and conversations, we thought of re-visiting the place.&lt;br /&gt;And here i'm all set to move tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving from here tonight i,e Friday 14th of August from Bangalore and will be back on Monday morning! I'm all excited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this happens whenever I travel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but i'm sad about something.. one of my friend who was supposed to come along with me isn't coming. His parents are not allowing due to the on going news "swine flu".&lt;br /&gt;I know its risky traveling now but can we sit at home not enjoying what we were supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do that. You all might think i'm taking risk. I too feel the same but canceling the trek will surely make me very sad which I don't want it to happen. I spoke to my parents about this and I did not convince them at all. They understood what I wanted to convey them and they asked me to take care of myself more than usual. :-) So it was an easy go. I just need to take extra care this time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i know nothing is in our hands)&lt;/span&gt; but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm all set to go! Hoping to enjoy the fullest and I will be back with the update on this by next week. We will be celebrating Independence day this time in the forest on the track. It would be different from usual. I wont be able to hear lovely songs for the special day but I guess it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:I'm adding here few pictures of the falls that we had taken last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUPT8n4jbI/AAAAAAAABLE/Y6G8yS-9Uy0/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUPT8n4jbI/AAAAAAAABLE/Y6G8yS-9Uy0/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369714966074527154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the falls look from few kms far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUQKRWeCqI/AAAAAAAABLM/SRxZU_IIrCk/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUQKRWeCqI/AAAAAAAABLM/SRxZU_IIrCk/s320/ddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369715899351567010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken when we were right next to the falls standing on the railway track. It was like as if it was raining heavily though it was not at all raining that time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUSjXsZ-_I/AAAAAAAABLs/DPF4M6P8bRo/s1600-h/d3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUSjXsZ-_I/AAAAAAAABLs/DPF4M6P8bRo/s320/d3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369718529574173682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge crossing the falls.. and the morning view of it! completely filled with drops falling out from the falls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: i'm still in the evergreen fresh memory of it, so I attached the photos here. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: If you need any information about this trek or the falls, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-777662205871353837?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/777662205871353837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=777662205871353837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/777662205871353837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/777662205871353837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-away.html' title='I&apos;m away!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SoUPT8n4jbI/AAAAAAAABLE/Y6G8yS-9Uy0/s72-c/DSC02103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3024604555469629467</id><published>2009-08-04T18:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:06:50.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>TimePass at Hell..!</title><content type='html'>I was bored to hell! So finally thought I would better do this tag while I'm at hell.. Atleast it will pass my time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken this tag from &lt;a href="http://comedyplus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandee &lt;/a&gt;as I found this very interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we have to pick 20 blogging friends and number them from 1 to 20. Then answer the questions related to these 20 friends.. There are 37 questions totally and I enjoyed answering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my twenty blogging friends:&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blossomblue&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://arunmanipal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arun Manipal&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://the-cognitive-factor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vaisakh&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://arjunchoudary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arjun&lt;/a&gt; 5. &lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keshi&lt;/a&gt; 6. &lt;a href="http://in-limelight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neeta&lt;/a&gt; 7. &lt;a href="http://multimenonwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikhil&lt;/a&gt; 8. &lt;a href="http://letterstomayank.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayank&lt;/a&gt; 9. &lt;a href="http://memoirsofria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt; 10. &lt;a href="http://pallav-destiny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pallav&lt;/a&gt; 11. &lt;a href="http://mynewtheme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vyshu&lt;/a&gt; 12. &lt;a href="http://lifebeyondobvious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; 13. &lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hemanth&lt;/a&gt; 14. &lt;a href="http://kido-speaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kido&lt;/a&gt; 15. &lt;a href="http://thoughtsonthewall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arv&lt;/a&gt; 16. &lt;a href="http://dilmainhainpyar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yamini &lt;/a&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kajal&lt;/a&gt; 18. &lt;a href="http://mywhitewindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preethilata&lt;/a&gt; 19. &lt;a href="http://hrzn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swati&lt;/a&gt; 20. &lt;a href="http://nownforevr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. How did you meet 7?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I met him in this blog when he left a comment here for one of my posts! He was one of the first person to comment on this blog. I'm his sis and he is my bro! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What would you do if you and 15 had never met?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would have missed reading his wonderful writings and poems. He is an expert in his writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 1 dated?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't do anything actually. Its their personal matter.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you seen 17 cry?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;In her blogs&lt;/span&gt;, yes! When she wrote something very sad, I used to feel that she had tears while writing. Its actually what I thought. Not sure from her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Would 4 and 16 make a good couple?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who am I to judge that? :P I know Arjun is single but I have no clue whether Yamini is single or not. But if she is, then why not? :P No, no! Am not arranging a marriage btw these two! sorry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you think 11 is attractive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I haven't seen her! But her expressions and her way of writing attracts me for sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is 2's favorite color?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Let me just ask him and be right back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. When was the last time you talked to 9?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We generally talk through comments. So she did spoke to me today through her comment. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What language does 8 speak?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have seen him writing in English! But I haven't yet researched about what language he speaks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Who is 13 going out with?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ofcourse, with his would-be wife Laxmi! &lt;/span&gt;He is already engaged now and going to be married this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Would you ever date 17?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;She is already committed.. :P So no plz.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Where does 18 live? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I guess Delhi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is the best thing about 4? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;There are lot many best things about him. The very important one is, friendly behavior.. Macha, you write nice stories mahhnn ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What would you like to tell 10 right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Pallav, Dont worry about your career! Everything will go well! Take it easy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What is the best thing about 20? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;She is very innocent and sweet! Wonderful writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Have you ever kissed 2? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What is the best memory you have of 5?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; About the Diego stories she used to tell us. I will never forget that and it was all the way nice to hear things happening at her end with Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. When's the next time you're going to see 1? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Very very sooooon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. How is 7 different from 6?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Both are wonderful persons! But if I have to say the difference then it would like Nikhil is my bro where as keshi is my blogging friend.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Is 2 pretty? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I cant call him Pretty! But yeh, handsome! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What was your 1st impression of 15? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Mahhn, how he writes such wonderful poetry.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. How did you meet 3? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Again through blogging! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Is 5 your good friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No doubts at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Do you hate 12?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Not at all! He is a nice person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Have you seen 18 in the last month?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I haven't seen her in real, other than here the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. When was the last time you saw 16?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I have seen her in her blogs everytime when she makes a new post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Have you been to 5's house? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. When's the next time you'll see 10? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Earth is round. So anytime we can meet though he stays very far! We meet often in blogs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Are you close to 11?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We came to know each other recently. We are yet to get close. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Have you been to the movies with 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Have you gotten in trouble with 8? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never! He is a very sweet and intelligent person. We will never fight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Would you give 19 a hug? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Sure, A friendly hug to swati :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. When have you lied to 3? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I haven't lied to him at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Is 1 good at socializing? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Very well yes! She is very good and gets along with people fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Do you know a secret about 8?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  hmmm no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Describe the relationship between 12 and 18? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I guess both of them don't know each other at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. What's the best thing about your friendship with 9?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She is sweet and a nice person. Very friendly and always takes life easy and never falls into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with my 37 questions!! Anyone can pick this tag.. I would like to see my 20 blogging friends do the same tag too..  :) it would be nice to see wonderful answers from you all..&lt;br /&gt;happy tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3024604555469629467?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3024604555469629467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3024604555469629467&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3024604555469629467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3024604555469629467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/timepass-at-hell.html' title='TimePass at Hell..!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4143700650621264975</id><published>2009-08-01T11:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:03:32.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>The Episode runs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2000,&lt;br /&gt;Ehh? What is friendship day? Enjoy and celebrate being friends? Oh, I didnt knew this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002,&lt;br /&gt;Self prepare a friendship band, tie to all my friends! I wanna prove that I'm their friend and I like to see the band what I make for them tied on their hands. Oh yeah, I expect my friends tie it to me too! I am their friend, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004,&lt;br /&gt;I will tie it only to my best friends! No no, she is not my close friend. I will tie only to the people who are close to me and who will in return tie it to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its friendship day celebration. Lets all wear yellow color dresses and enjoy freaking out. How about a movie? Cool.. Lets all have fun! Its our day to enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Yeh, I'm coming! Yes for sure.. I have put leave for two days and I will be there on that day. We will go out and have lunch together and may be we can watch some movie if not, go to beach and enjoy! After all, its our day to enjoy. Lets rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009,&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm?? Oh is it? Coming sunday? I want to come but I will not be able to make time and come there. I miss you all a lot and if you all would have been here, it would have been so much fun. We could have enjoyed our day! I guess, this time I have to spend friendship day all alone here! &lt;/i&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLWn_ObfsI/AAAAAAAABIk/Vv0iqHAlhQo/s1600-h/friendship_day_graphics_06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLWn_ObfsI/AAAAAAAABIk/Vv0iqHAlhQo/s320/friendship_day_graphics_06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364586088626880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends are special, they walk with us in the journey of life. Some take other route and go away and some stay with us. Still they all are my friends. I enjoy their company. I enjoy talking to them. I like to spend time with them. When I have something to share I have with them around me. When I feel like crying, I have them near by me. When I want to laugh out loudly, they too accompany me. When I want to enjoy my day, they come with me. I have them near to me in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The best thing in life are the people called as "friends" who stays with you for whatever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year when the time of celebrating friendship day comes, I get all excited. I feel like I'm enjoying and rejoicing their company with me for so long! But sometimes, we might not get an opportunity to celebrate the time together! Like this year, I want to celebrate it with my close buddies but they are very far as of now! I will not be able to meet them this time! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but, I promise them that next time when we meet up, lets freak out and enjoy ourselves. That day would be just ours! I don't mind whether that would be the friendship day or whatever it is.  I just want to be with you all and enjoy your company. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLUg41QG-I/AAAAAAAABIM/QFEnM48VX5s/s1600-h/Friendship_by_aki27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLUg41QG-I/AAAAAAAABIM/QFEnM48VX5s/s320/Friendship_by_aki27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364583767628323810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every stage of life, leaves foot prints on how we came so far! I have made lots of friends in this journey. I have lost few but I have kept many of them safely in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, we neighbors were all of same age of mine. We had a good bonding those days that we never knew it was called friendship. We played, fought, laughed, cried and enjoyed being small.. We even complained,abused and scolded each other. I don't have you people near to me now. You all are far off though each of you are still in contact. I miss you people so much! Without you all, my childhood days wouldn't have been fun. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends I made in school were not so close to me. I was very different those days and I had thought that all my school mates were my enemies. Though we enjoyed, played and studied together, we had the feeling called as 'hate' between us. Now when I dont have you people near to me, I realize it was just the time and thoughts that made us think like that. I seriously enjoyed being with you all but never thought about it those days. I miss each one of you who were with me for more than 5 to 6 years. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;College life was something very serious and funny that I went through. We knew what exactly we were doing, we knew we were enjoying more than we had to. Sleeping and talking during the class hours, mass bunk to watch movies, skip those afternoon sessions only because it was boring, running affairs, helping others to finish the notes, all those canteen talks, big big bundles of xerox notes that looked untouched, studies which never seemed to be ending, every moment of it is still fresh. I will never forget it. I miss all those wonderful times and the close ones with whom I spent my beautiful college life. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLWcYpNbvI/AAAAAAAABIc/3ZbMbfHwGnk/s1600-h/friendshipday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLWcYpNbvI/AAAAAAAABIc/3ZbMbfHwGnk/s320/friendshipday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364585889291661042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And after this phase, every now and then we make new friends. We come across so many people at our work, at our living place, neighbors, blogsville, friends of friends and so on. Few stay close and few walk away.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Everytime this day comes up, I start remembering all my friends from the time I was small to the present. Each and every person has made a very deep foot print in my life. I like to treasure them until I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2nd August, 2009! The same day again. Year after year I'm still the same, but I have more and more friends who gets close to me day by day. I might not be able to wish them all on this special day. But I remember everyone. I want to thank them here for staying with me, for being with me. I will not be able to meet you all but I can remember you and cherish those memories that I had with you on this day.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a Very happy friendship day! Enjoy being with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLUIOQDj8I/AAAAAAAABIE/SqD1HkD_RIo/s1600-h/28.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLUIOQDj8I/AAAAAAAABIE/SqD1HkD_RIo/s320/28.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364583343881162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4143700650621264975?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4143700650621264975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4143700650621264975&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4143700650621264975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4143700650621264975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-runs.html' title='The Episode runs!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SnLWn_ObfsI/AAAAAAAABIk/Vv0iqHAlhQo/s72-c/friendship_day_graphics_06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5429871654126924538</id><published>2009-07-24T16:16:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:55:02.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>The 50km walk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Smile-Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends?  Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over."&lt;/span&gt;  ~Walter Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;"When we direct our thoughts properly, we can control our emotions.&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; ~W. Clement Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; ~Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmmT2zheh3I/AAAAAAAABHs/Rf14oahPXFU/s1600-h/modern-gerbera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmmT2zheh3I/AAAAAAAABHs/Rf14oahPXFU/s320/modern-gerbera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361979401114126194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;My thoughts, my feelings and my smiles are shared with you all here in this blog. When I first created this blog, I had no idea what I would be writing here. I just thought of scribbling few things when I felt like. I had visited few blogs and liked the way they used to write and many more. I kept the name "Reason to Smile" as my blog title without knowing whether I would truly write my reasons for smiling. Gradually, when my posts were increasing I had few people visiting my blog. I was so happy about it and then I started visiting their blogs to see how they write. I enjoyed reading them and writing. I learn't so many things. I got experience to know how and what all a person thinks and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked writing stories though I was very much a beginner. I had no idea that I can write here stories too. In a short time, I started writing stories and whatever I feel like. Now, this blog includes so many things that I sometimes wonder whether it was me who wrote it. Still, I used to think like how can I improve. Then my dear friends told me to write, practice and experience. I am doing that. I am learning so many things in blogsville. I met so many wonderful people here. Now I don't want to leave this and go. Whenever I'm free, whenever I feel like writing something, I will come here and express my thoughts and my imagination. Also, I would come daily to read posts by all my fellow bloggers who actually gave me a pleasant experience over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 50th post and through this post I wanted to tell you all how much each person has drawn a smile on my face. I wouldn't have come up till here today without you all by my side encouraging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;A potful of thanks all of you. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmmTp-N9lFI/AAAAAAAABHk/Qg5m-ejSnvI/s1600-h/thankyou3d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmmTp-N9lFI/AAAAAAAABHk/Qg5m-ejSnvI/s320/thankyou3d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361979180646765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Did anyone observe the title of my blog today? :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has changed. I thought I need to give a different meaning and name to my blog after coming this far. So I named it as "Smiles, Thoughts and Feelings within"&lt;br /&gt;Let me know whether you all liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on what name suits my blog is also welcome. I would love to know what kinda names would suit my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I enjoy this place. I feel so happy visiting everyone's blog, including myself :P&lt;br /&gt;By the by, did i say thank you to all of you? Guess i did not! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off I would like to include few lines from my blog mates who has written something about my blog on my request. It was indeed so special to me to hear wonderful words from them. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color = #999966&gt;Flowing river will never cum back.&lt;br /&gt;She will see lot of nice places in her journey.&lt;br /&gt;If she is interested,&lt;br /&gt;she might think of staying there&lt;br /&gt;But she wont&lt;br /&gt;as she has a final destination&lt;br /&gt;He is waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;Finally she will join him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes guys Swetha is a river who is in search of the sea which is of smiles and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is here to share little smiles and little happiness with you while she is on her way&lt;br /&gt;She is the only reason to smile...;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://arunmanipal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arun Manipal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I met this really wonderful person in blogspot and been a fan of her posts ever since.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy reading your short stories and I believe that you are a really talented writer too.. One of my favorite posts in ur blog is the "Friendship Never Ends" series. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Keep up the good work and keep writing down&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://the-cognitive-factor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vaisakh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color = #3399CC&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nimma blog yeshtondu sandharbagallalli nanna naguvige kaarana.. dhanyavaadagalu.. hehe.. sry.. back to English …. On one of my very boring days, I was onto my usual stuff ; reading through blogs and that’s when I landed onto this place. Your fiction stories, your heartfelt gestures, your concerns makes you and this blog that much so adorable. And moreover for me, finding bloggers from Bangalore’s so exciting. Anyway, keep this blog going, your thoughts flowing, your wishes flying, for this Blog is called- Smiles, Thoughts and Feelings within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://arjunchoudary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arjun Choudhary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very nice of Arun, Vaisakh and Arjun for writing these lines for me!! Thanks a bunch!&lt;br /&gt;A small bunch of flowers to you three from my side.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmqmzQvEO7I/AAAAAAAABH0/SHOaQcj2lfA/s1600-h/thumb_0_TF58_01_WH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmqmzQvEO7I/AAAAAAAABH0/SHOaQcj2lfA/s320/thumb_0_TF58_01_WH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362281705933913010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5429871654126924538?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5429871654126924538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5429871654126924538&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5429871654126924538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5429871654126924538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/50km-walk.html' title='The 50km walk!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmmT2zheh3I/AAAAAAAABHs/Rf14oahPXFU/s72-c/modern-gerbera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-713580730160901457</id><published>2009-07-20T13:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:13:48.349+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>A SpEcIaL OnE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She is the one because of which I'm here today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She gave me an opportunity to grow in this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was there with me whenever I wanted someone to be with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She comforted me when I cried, smiled with me when I laughed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQmz5Z9cqI/AAAAAAAABDM/1g6OxXEeLgo/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQmz5Z9cqI/AAAAAAAABDM/1g6OxXEeLgo/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452129502622370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She supported me for all of my walks in this life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She gave me moral support when things went wrong and against me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was there everytime when I wanted to share my feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She always made yummy and wonderful recipes to make us feel happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQm3qQFaBI/AAAAAAAABDU/1MeDxY8c17g/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQm3qQFaBI/AAAAAAAABDU/1MeDxY8c17g/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452194154145810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She cried when I was left alone without her in some other city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was ready to talk for hours and hours on phone, when I was bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She gave me all the tips and ideas when I wanted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She helped me for anything to everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQm8Ah6_AI/AAAAAAAABDc/kfFBpLj8J14/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQm8Ah6_AI/AAAAAAAABDc/kfFBpLj8J14/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452268854017026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She is the one who always will be there in my heart! How much ever we fight with each other, we always are together.. and i love her so much!! Nobody can fill her space.. and I call her "mamma" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mother is always a special person and her place can never be filled by anyone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mamma, I know you are very sad knowing that grandma passed away! I know how much you loved her. I know what place she had in your heart. I know how much you loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Coz I too am a daughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just wanted to tell you that I'm always there with you.. and I always want to see you happy and smiling! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grandma, I so very miss you and I'm sorry that I couldn't see you during your last days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also, I'm very thankful to you for giving me such a wonderful mom! You might not know how best your daughter is but I know how best my mamma is! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.S: I got these pictures through mail from one of my friend. I thank her for sending it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.P.S: I am not down on earth now! Just that I was so happy checking these pics that I felt like conveying my message to my mamma through this blog! (If i tell her all these infront of her, she might think something is wrong with her daugther.. :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-713580730160901457?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/713580730160901457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=713580730160901457&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/713580730160901457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/713580730160901457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/special-one.html' title='A SpEcIaL OnE!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmQmz5Z9cqI/AAAAAAAABDM/1g6OxXEeLgo/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6644454473882812309</id><published>2009-07-16T18:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:56:34.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Secret Revealed- ST..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yup yup!! i know i havent given much details regarding sweety and tweety from past few days!! its because I was investigating about their history! like how they came to know each other.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; after good research now i'm with the proof on how they met first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;actually it was a google bug! yes yes.. it was! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; it was in the early days of 2000 when both of them didn't knew each other first! A friend named "sameeksha" actually sent an invitation to all her friends for her birthday through her gmail id including these two.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them replied telling they will be joining and few replied telling that they were busy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sweety and Tweety replied too telling they will be joining..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the day, on the gmail chat window sweety saw an unknown person who was online named as "tweety". she was not sure who it was nor did she add that person herself. With questions like how did she come to my gmail chat box, she pinged her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and the conversation goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sl8pLImWxMI/AAAAAAAABDE/cVadFVO1ZuU/s1600-h/310px-Chat_bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sl8pLImWxMI/AAAAAAAABDE/cVadFVO1ZuU/s320/310px-Chat_bubbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047352857838786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;S: hi, who r u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T: hi but who r u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S: i too dont know. i thought u added me and u know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T: sorry but no. i dont know u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S: see, am telling u i never added u here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T: and am telling that i have no clue about all these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S: ok now we dont know each other right? then plz u get out of my chat box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T: ehhh?? what do u mean by get out here? am not doing anything ok.. u can block me if u wud like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S: hmm. how do we do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;T: let me help u. .&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sweety blocked tweety! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they arrive at the bday party they get introduced by sameeksha..&lt;br /&gt;later they found out that it was they both who had a silly fight in gmail chat..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both together laughed and laughed and laughed and seriously they still laugh when they think about the long back memory! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let me tell you all one more secret.. i never investigating about this but i just had a talk with them! i had an interview with sweety and she told me about all these.. no efforts of mine.. :-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and they both are doing very great these days! :P&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back with more of their stories very soon!! until then stay tuned.. :D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about sweety and tweety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/search/label/ST%20series"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the ladies out here, this might be of some help to you. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vyshu had asked me tips to control shopping addiction in my last post..&lt;br /&gt;so thought of adding my answer to her over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Vyshu, do check this:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Do meditation whenever u feel like going out for shopping :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Tell a big "NO" when ur friends call you out for shopping :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't ever go into the clothes section while you are out at malls. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave ur cash and card at home and carry very little money (this one's best i say)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sl8pFJ7BNMI/AAAAAAAABC8/gckAup3KP6Q/s1600-h/shopping-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sl8pFJ7BNMI/AAAAAAAABC8/gckAup3KP6Q/s320/shopping-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047250133726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been trying this from one month and it is quite working for me (apart from the first point, as i used to get sleep while meditating. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;try this out and let me know the results! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6644454473882812309?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6644454473882812309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6644454473882812309&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6644454473882812309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6644454473882812309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret-revealed-st.html' title='Secret Revealed- ST..!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sl8pLImWxMI/AAAAAAAABDE/cVadFVO1ZuU/s72-c/310px-Chat_bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-9156748179614436535</id><published>2009-07-13T13:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:56:31.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guestpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Throwing a glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Why am I idle these days? Why am i not writing here? Anything wrong with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I asked these questions to myself from past 10 days for nearly 10 times! And I gave 10 answers for myself and kept quiet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so very sorry for disappearing like this. Actually, I never ran away from here. I was always here. I came here every day too see how my blog is doing and then I visit all my fellow bloggers pages! It has become my daily routine to first come to office and check all my mails.. and then visit my twitter home and then go to bloggsville! With many new refreshing posts from many of you out here, my day starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From past few days, my mind has become quite blank. I didnt feel like writing any posts. Few times I wrote something and saved it in my drafts. Later deleted it! It's Just that my mind didnt accept the posts I wrote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next sunday I have my distant course exam, but I'm enjoying my time with other stuffs than studying! I know i'm so lazy to study. How much every I put my interest in studies, it just vanishes off when I open the books :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last friday, my grand mom passed away and i'm the one of the kinds who gets into so many thoughts when I hear about death! So was in a different world for 2 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(i'm so weird sometimes :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been expecting for rain over here in Bangalore but to specially upset me, its not raining at all. I am very much angry about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, I'm watching TV very much these days. I know thats because I am escaping from studying for my exams. :P Even my roommates are scolding me now to study. What a shameful thing this is for me.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;[ I heard you too scolding me now.. :P ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I promised myself not to watch any movies nor should I do any shopping until this month end. But do you think I listen to myself.. ;) Naah! I watched New York soon after its release and went out for shopping many times as if my closet is completely empty.. As soon as I was back, I heard my mamma scolding me for shopping like that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(now, my mamma scolded me in my dreams not in real thats coz I didn't tell her about it "grins" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But wait, I did listen to myself a bit atleast. I havent watched Kambaqht Ishq and The Proposal yet. I am so much waiting for this month end now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'm sure I will come up with some fiction related stories sooner or later. I cant keep my blog "not updated" for long.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/"&gt;pearly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is celebrating her blog bday today! and I wrote a guest post for her and if you would like to check it, then click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocean-of-pearls.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, the week just started.. I hope this week goes very soon for you all so that weekend fun can soon begin! For me, let the week go very slow.. I have loads to study.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-9156748179614436535?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9156748179614436535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=9156748179614436535&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9156748179614436535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9156748179614436535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/throwing-glance.html' title='Throwing a glance'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-722480907247930119</id><published>2009-06-24T12:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:41:03.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Give a Chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As she was walking on the road, it started drizzling and then heavy pour down. The lightening, the thunder storms and the empty dark road made her more tensed. She knew she had to live all alone from now onwards. Her hefty decision made her feel terrible. Rina had thought so many times to change her mind but she was afraid of staying with him anymore. Her strong and bold mind had made her stay alone now. The papers were all ready and she was supposed to sign for it in 2 days. Then it would be sent to court. In a weeks time everything would change. Her life, her marriage break down. She had no plans of re-marriage. This was all enough for her. She wanted to stay alone to be be happy alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkHM1N5_FuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jjVKQlJKz9E/s1600-h/darkroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkHM1N5_FuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jjVKQlJKz9E/s320/darkroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350783046930863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But now she feared of staying alone. Will she survive all alone in this cruel world? Her thoughts went on wandering when a motor bike came and stopped right front of her. The two huge men who wore sparky sunglasses and fluffy dresses got down from the bike and came near to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before they could take any chance on her, she fled from there at top speed. Thankfully the two men didn't chase her. She ran till she could reach her home. She unlocked the door and got inside. She could not switch on the lights as there was power cut. But she locked the door and stood there breathing heavily! The water drops were falling down from her body. She was completely wet. She realized that she was crying too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After half an hour of rest, she was bit relaxed. She lit the candle and sat on the sofa. Her mind was calm by now and she started thinking about the divorce again. She felt its difficult to lead her life without him. She thought about the lady who had recently come into his life and broke everything. Arun had already told that it was his mistake and he will not repeat it again but she didn't wanted to believe him. She felt like giving another chance to him now all because she loved him but all these things had shattered her. She made up her mind at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello? Arun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yes. Rina, How are you? I.. I wanted to talk to you but was afraid you will not pick my call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hmmm.. Ok. Can you come down to my house tonight. I too wanted to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yeah sure. Will be there in 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She felt a bit confident now after talking to him. It was time for her to make things back to normal. May be everything is still possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a knock on the door by Arun. She opened the door and it was him standing outside still tensed about all the happenings. His eyes showed the hopes that he had with him still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What happened? You look quite tensed and your hair is all wet. You got wet in rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ah ya. I was as usual late from my office today and I came back home walking when it started raining so heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You could have given a call to me, I would have picked you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didn't feel like calling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay. I understand. Actually, I wanted to talk about this matter. Like, why dont we talk and clear our misunderstandings and make things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Misunderstandings? I am sure there is nothing called as misunderstanding here. It was your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay as u say. Whatever you call it as. Cant you give my one more chance and I am sure I will not dare to loose you after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But are you sure she is out from your life completely? I don't want her to be in between us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yes dear. she is out from our life. Not only she, any other girl has no space in between us. You are the only one and will always be. I will take care of you like a small baby. Please accept me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She was smiling with tears rolling down her cheeks now. Everything was going to be alright after this. She knew it. The last chance that will make things alright again. She smiled at him and he smiled back. He understood that she has accepted him now. Both of them were in tears now. He came close and hugged her. The power came back now and the lights shone brightly making their face glow with those tears in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-722480907247930119?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/722480907247930119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=722480907247930119&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/722480907247930119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/722480907247930119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-chance.html' title='Give a Chance!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkHM1N5_FuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jjVKQlJKz9E/s72-c/darkroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8636778620694325073</id><published>2009-06-16T12:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:19:30.466+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>It happened that day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She had a busy day altogether. Roopa was at her cousin's marriage! She was enjoying the time there but she was quite tired and thought of relaxing for a while. She went to her cousin's room to take a small nap. But as soon as she entered the room she realized that she hadn't spoken to Santhosh the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She switched on the cpu and turned the monitor on! She knew he will be there online at evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She logged into gtalk but couldn't find him online. Quickly she tried calling him on his cell phone but he didn't pick up the call. She was sad that she couldnt talk to him. Before logging out she thought of checking her mails and she found a mail in her inbox with the subject "Dear love.... " it was from santhosh.. She quickly opened it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;to my sweetest chubby lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;u must be enjoying at the wedding.. and i'm here thinking all about u! donno why, but feeling very lonely today without hearing ur voice or reading ur sms. well, i have been thinking lately that without you, living has been difficult for me. i would better get married to u. what say?  i think thts a better idea! coz u cant live without me and i cant live without u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but big prob is our caste. i knw i know sweettheart.. am silly to think all that.. but family ppl think tht only na. so wht to do! bt dont worry. my mom is very sweet as i told u b4. she can put butter to my dad. but my dad is not at all sweet.. he is cruel than me.. (i.e coz i admit i'm cruel to u sometimes.. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;okok u promise me, that u wil wait for me. u gal's na wil get married so soon. i wil try my level best to convince my parents. but u got to wait for me. ok! u must be thinking whats wrong with me today. 'i'm in a very good mood. i hope u r missing me there.. or atleast u remembered me.. :P fine fine! my mail is getting longer dear. i wud better put a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;luv ya always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;santhosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By the time roopa finished reading this mail, she was in tears as well as smiles... she never thought he would say like this.. as he was never emotional regarding relationships!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She didn't call him that night as she wanted to meet him the next day and talk about this. She just sent a short sms "meet u at 1pm for lunch at popsies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next day he waited for her at Popsies but she never came up. Santhosh tried calling her but she was not reachable. He called few of her friends but nobody knew where she was. He couldn't call to her house number as her father was always strict. He was worried about her sudden disappearance like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The following day, in the news paper under the local news section it was written "A young girl killed while crossing the Road... The Mini truck hit the 23-year-old girl on Langford Road yesterday at 12PM, police said. The girl had been crossing the road at its junction near the Popsies when the incident happened. She was taken to the Royal Hospital where she later died from her injuries. The girl is identified as Roopa working for Arifrents pvt ltd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was in utter shock reading it. He screamed at top of his voice but it was of no use.. he cried, cried and cried until he could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8636778620694325073?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8636778620694325073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8636778620694325073&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8636778620694325073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8636778620694325073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-happened-that-day.html' title='It happened that day..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2960804641846608264</id><published>2009-06-11T18:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:03:13.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Mystery remains unsolved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;P.S:  1. This is a long post.. really really long.. please bare with it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       2. Sensitive people, take your own risk in reading it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       3. I'm sorry if it sounds rubbish! I wrote whatever I felt... any scoldings, sincerely accepted! :)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       4. I will be back to my original mood very soon.. :D&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do love mystery's, murders and adventures!! but only in novels.. not in real life! though its always great to find mystery's in real life.. its too dangerous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or painful in reality! i so love agatha christie's murders! wud pity on the people who die in those stories.. but never had any kind of sorrows for those. coz i knew the character who died was an imaginary one! it wud be fiction i know it.. if you see murders in real life? how wud u react?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD2cW-VdcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6JermAHFF8U/s1600-h/AntCreationsKnifeBlood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD2cW-VdcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6JermAHFF8U/s320/AntCreationsKnifeBlood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043724752582082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, i cant think of it! being bold when reading murder stories is different than being bold in real murders! i hate it to the core..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;being grown in a small town, i had never seen murders! and never thought about that as well.. happily used to enjoy my read of adventurous stories.. the murders what i used to hear in TV and read in news papers were considered to be from other planet according to my tiny brain! or u can call my stupid brain! i never took it serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few months back early in the morning while i was having a walk i saw a group of people desperate to walk towards a terrace of the shop! unaware of whats happening i tried to find an answer in my mind as why are people acting crazy! i started walking slowly.. toooo many questions in my mind! but no answer.. there was one place above few steps where all were peeping to. curiosity increased and i finally stopped my walk and had a quick talk with a senior lady.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD2pUPL2uI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jCJUsgDLxLE/s1600-h/murder_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD2pUPL2uI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jCJUsgDLxLE/s320/murder_scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043947356248802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;me: whats happening here? why everybody is rushing there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;she: somebody has been murdered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;me: what? why? i mean how?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: dont know why. but somebody has thrown a big stone on his face and have murdered him in a cruel way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had no more words to speak! this time i started running. running like a rabit u can tell. afraid of murderers..! i was in a different world the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;thinking how can anybody kill another human! and the person who died.. did he ever knew that he would be killed. he must have been enjoying yesterday and today he is no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; well, i dont want go into that world again! but trust me.. that world of mine had so many questions which were unanswered.. it still is! i had become so insane that for a second i thought i would disguise as a journalist and go and investigate the same, ask questions and find out the murderer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next day itself, i got one answer! answer of who is the murderer. at the same place in the afternoon i found people gathering again. this time i saw the inspector having a person who was handcuffed! i saw him closely whether he is a human or something else! Yes, he was! he was explaining about what all he did and his process of murdering! to be told, he was just a local lad not a killer! but had murdered him accidentally. but but.. how can he? that always remains unanswered to me! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD28zfZp5I/AAAAAAAAAxg/YUiwY3YpkPo/s1600-h/Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD28zfZp5I/AAAAAAAAAxg/YUiwY3YpkPo/s320/Death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044282163275666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No No! i was not here to explain you all this today! i donno why my fiction mind wrote this murder topic! it was all of a sudden.. after reading another murder story which had happened near my own native town.. an year back! i had lots of questions when this murder happened but the main question for this was "who is the murderer?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes, the case is still not solved.. June 10 she was missing.. june 14 her body was found! a year passed by! today is june 11.. still nobody has found out what had happened!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm still having that my own world with me.. with so many questions.. yes yes unanswered!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD3eh6gzUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5TycZXvib4U/s1600-h/2059_death_MH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD3eh6gzUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5TycZXvib4U/s320/2059_death_MH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044861560704322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And this time i dont want to be a journalist! coz its of no use! i want to talk to her.. the one who died! not possible right? so the case remains the same.. i dont know whether it will be solved or not! but i want to find out.. just praying to god.. let the mystery get solved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Until then yes.. the mystery remains unsolved! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-2960804641846608264?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2960804641846608264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2960804641846608264&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2960804641846608264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2960804641846608264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/mystery-remains-unsolved.html' title='Mystery remains unsolved!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjD2cW-VdcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6JermAHFF8U/s72-c/AntCreationsKnifeBlood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4636112438186480103</id><published>2009-06-01T12:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:52:34.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Expressing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He wrote in his diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Indu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am the happiest person today coz u smiled at me. I was waiting for this very day. After 3 years of me knowing you without making you realize it, and to get the smile which is equal to thousands of those stars smiling at me when am lonely in this world without you. I know you are the angel from fairy land who came to me. I realized it long back and wanted to make sure that you yourself will smile at me one day. I dont want you to remember me. I am far from your life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SiOAvNuYGZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eAD6xiIEGj0/s1600-h/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SiOAvNuYGZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eAD6xiIEGj0/s320/writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342255131617925522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was just those three days of my life that was so special when you were with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had lost your memory and you were stuck in that bus sitting next to me. I took great care of you and had fallen in love with you. I had taken you to the top of those mountains where that small village was. We stayed there for three days and at last you said you liked me. I was in the heaven and was overjoyed. It was that night when you were talking in your dreams that I found out you were already engaged. Engaged with the love of your life. I came to know the truth that you both were in so much love and had come for a holiday trip with him. You had lost your way in between those woods and was hit by a branch of the tree and you lost memory. You said everything in your dreams. I realized I was not the one for you. I asked one of those villagers to take you to the hospital and give the best treatment possible to regain back your memory. Everything happened as I wanted. Your memory came back and you forgot me. You went back to your love. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I realized that we were working in the same company too. I was happy seeing you daily. I forgot all my pain, your smiles gave me energy to live, your voice made me to feel that you are near to me. But I always wanted you to smile at me and you did it today. Thank you very much for that. God will always be with you coz I have already prayed him to take great care of you and he will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Varun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Am completely getting involved in fiction these days! not sure, why.. but getting addicted to it..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4636112438186480103?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4636112438186480103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4636112438186480103&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4636112438186480103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4636112438186480103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/expressing.html' title='Expressing...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SiOAvNuYGZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eAD6xiIEGj0/s72-c/writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8464024294648543470</id><published>2009-05-23T11:02:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:40:34.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The blind divide..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I thought you would not drink today atleast. &lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Don't you know why I am drinking?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Her: "I know. You are drinking because of me. But remember today its our marriage anniversary." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Anniversary? My foot! Because of this stupid marriage I am like this today. &lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Is there anything that I can do to make you happy?&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Very, well yes! You can give me freedom from you and this marriage.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Her: "Are you sure you will be happy after that?&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yes, I will be the most happiest person if you leave me and go. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Her: "Fine. Get me the papers tomorrow. I will sign it for you.&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SheQ_rKfpiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/n7C2IEtEH-4/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SheQ_rKfpiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/n7C2IEtEH-4/s320/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338895306863912482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S: I haven't written the scenario behind his anger on her. I want you all to pour in your views in what you would think is the reason. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please be free in your thoughts regarding the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8464024294648543470?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8464024294648543470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8464024294648543470&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8464024294648543470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8464024294648543470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/blind-divide.html' title='The blind divide..!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SheQ_rKfpiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/n7C2IEtEH-4/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-488257534460716692</id><published>2009-05-21T10:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:02:26.903+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>He stood there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He stood there gazing at her when it was raining, remembering the past when he used to dance with her when it used to rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now everything has changed. Being a husband and a father, he controlled his feelings towards his first crush who was his life before. She was unaware of him watching her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second effort on 55 fiction.. :)&lt;br /&gt;you can find my first effort of 55 fiction &lt;a href="http://sonshus.blogspot.com/2009/05/145-sonshu-princess.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. {which was written as a guest post for princess sonshu :)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in btw, &lt;a href="http://lifeofthepinkorchid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kajal&lt;/a&gt; had awarded me the golden heart award few days back.. thanks a lot Kajal.. :)&lt;br /&gt;also, &lt;a href="http://multimenonwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikhil&lt;/a&gt; has given me two awards.. one is the sweet sister and another is cutest blogger award! Thanks a lot to u too, bro!&lt;br /&gt;one more award from &lt;a href="http://lifebeyondobvious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifebeyondobvious.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; which is called free spirited award! Thanks a bunch, sam! :)&lt;br /&gt;luv ya loads! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;am displaying all the awards on the right side bar of my blog ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-488257534460716692?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/488257534460716692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=488257534460716692&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/488257534460716692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/488257534460716692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-stood-there.html' title='He stood there...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-576263717384429829</id><published>2009-05-16T13:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:34:42.956+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Arrival..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sg5v2WT_6tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2O9htYB_kcc/s1600-h/friendship_fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sg5v2WT_6tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2O9htYB_kcc/s320/friendship_fries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336325587973696210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;She got a call early in the morning. Her close buddy had called up giving a pleasant surprise that she is coming to India that night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kavya was so happy. Her best friend, Swati who had gone to Dubai three years back was coming to India after such a long time. She took leave from her office for another 3 days. She cleaned her house excited about her friends arrival. By evening, everything was clean and tidy. She had already cooked special dishes for her very special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She drove to the airport with a bunch of white roses. The flight arrived 3 hours late but Kavya waited eagerly for her friend. At last, the flight arrived and she could see her friend walking towards her. She could hardly believe it was her. Swati had grown fat and completely changed from classic to ultra modern style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swati indeed was happy to see her old friend too. Swati hugged her friend and then they could hardly speak anything as their eyes were filled with tears and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They reached back home talking at top of their voices about so many things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a lovely dinner talking restlessly. They indeed missed all those college time fun and happiness but they were happy that they could recall all those memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next 2 days they spent their time together hanging around, going for movies, visiting friends houses and temples. The 3 days went so soon. Swati had to go back to Dubai and the time had come for her to move on. The last day was so sad that they were quiet dull. When they came to the airport, Kavya gave her a gift and so did Swati. Swati opened the gift and was happy to see a teddy bear. Kavya wanted the teddy bear to be with her always so that whenever swati would miss kavya, she can hug the teddy bear. Swati had given a beautiful watch and told that whenever she sees the time she would remember swati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the excitement ended. It was time for Swati to depart. She hugged Kavya for the last time and she departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-576263717384429829?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/576263717384429829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=576263717384429829&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/576263717384429829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/576263717384429829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrival.html' title='Arrival..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sg5v2WT_6tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2O9htYB_kcc/s72-c/friendship_fries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8806477112208172635</id><published>2009-05-13T18:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:30:48.061+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>...the reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Him: do you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her: sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Him: i miss you whenever I'm in trouble and when I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her: :) thanks! atleast you remember me at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Him: you don't remember me na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her: i do. how can I forget the life with you that I had for one whole year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Him: hmmm.. I am feeling sleepy re.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her: okay, you sleep. gn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgrEJFM0H8I/AAAAAAAAArE/m2G96iaAGnQ/s1600-h/dv048024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgrEJFM0H8I/AAAAAAAAArE/m2G96iaAGnQ/s320/dv048024a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335292368867565506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she opened her diary with tears rolling down on her cheeks and then wrote ... "you are still the same. you didn't change a bit. i'm sorry that I have changed a lot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8806477112208172635?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8806477112208172635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8806477112208172635&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8806477112208172635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8806477112208172635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality.html' title='...the reality...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgrEJFM0H8I/AAAAAAAAArE/m2G96iaAGnQ/s72-c/dv048024a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4524260022104008838</id><published>2009-05-11T17:19:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:34:24.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>The romantic "Me" and "Him" :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The scene: Me, him and her were walking back to bus stand after the late night dance program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Introduction: "Her" refers to my friend. "Him"- No need of explanation, I guess :P and "Me" ofcourse the stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Her boy friend had other plans and he came on his bike in between to take her away. She waved me bye and said a sweet good night followed with the word "Enjoy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SggRssafLqI/AAAAAAAAApg/KRwuEXPj8sM/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SggRssafLqI/AAAAAAAAApg/KRwuEXPj8sM/s320/aaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334533218154524322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was left alone with him. He turned to me and gave a gentle smile. I gave a blushing smile in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Him: "So?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You were supposed to tell me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But I thought you would tell it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me right? I don't have that dare to tell it straight. So you would better say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I am shy and am a girl. How can I say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell or else I will move fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;okay, okay.. I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after 10 seconds of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then? tell it fast....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh god! give me the power.... I... I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He turned to me and this time it was a different smile. A smile with full of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He replied back: "I love you, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then what. Nothing. We just proposed each other. Thats it. Now we are legally lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So you are mine! and am yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He stopped and starred at me for 2 minutes. I was dumbfounded for sure. He slowly took my hand and dragged me to the corner. I could no longer speak anything as I was lacking of words.. He took me to the bench which was at the corner and made me sit there. Both of us were silent for another 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At last he spoke, "Arent we supposed to anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was totally shocked of this sentence of his. with a fear in minds I replied: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing. I want you to kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kiss? No ways.. sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why not? You are mine and I have the rights to ask you a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh yeah. You have enough dare only for this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay fine. But I'm not going to give you. If you want you can give me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My heart started beating fast as he came near by. I got so afraid that I closed my eyes. Before I could feel anything, I heard a weird sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was very different in that early night. As I opened my eyes to see what it was, I came to know that the sound was the calling bell of my room. I was on my bed and somebody was ringing the bell.. X-( I had to get up and see who the idiot it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The owner.. it was the owner... what a idiotic and stupid guy he must be.. X-( woke me up early in the morning and spoilt my wonderful dream. I have made up my mind to murder him tonight for spoiling my most romantic dream. Please pour in your ideas on how I can murder him. Also, I am not sure where this "him" is? I searched him everywhere but I could not find him. If anyone finds him, please do tell me. I will put his photo in the wanting column which would be on the right side of my blog soon.. Thanks in advance for all your help! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4524260022104008838?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4524260022104008838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4524260022104008838&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4524260022104008838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4524260022104008838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/romantic-me-and-him-d.html' title='The romantic &quot;Me&quot; and &quot;Him&quot; :D'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SggRssafLqI/AAAAAAAAApg/KRwuEXPj8sM/s72-c/aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-392036475545312382</id><published>2009-05-11T10:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:23:38.425+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every morning, Daya and Shivani used to fight for silly reasons. Daya always irritated her with stupid talks and Shivani would shout at him back. His friends used to enjoy watching the fights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One night, as chethan was unable to sleep he came out to watch the beautiful sky. He saw Shivani crying there. He was shocked to see that as he had thought that she was very bold girl. He went to her and asked what was the reason. She hesitated first but then felt he was a decent and very friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I miss my Dad. Today was the day when he gifted me this watch because I had scored good marks in one of my exam. He was so caring and sweet. I don't know why God wanted him to die so soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I can understand but you have your lovely mother with you atleast. We don't even have that. We are more unlucky than you. God has reason in whatever he does! So, keep the spirit and be bold as always! We all like you to see smiling and not crying like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; She had never heard anyone say like this to her before. She had stopped crying and smiling at him. She felt relaxed and was happy to have someone like him around. She hugged him saying Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daya who got up to smoke a bit saw Chethan missing in the room. He came out in search of him and saw Shivani hugging Chethan. He was very angry but did not say anything. He left the house the next day morning and didn't return back for another few days. All were worried including Shivani. It was Vinay who had observed everything silently and he knew that Daya could not tolerate Shivani doing such a thing. Vinay told Shivani everything and she was lost in tears. They had no other option to do other than waiting for him to come back. After few days Daya came back but he was completely changed. He was not behaving like before. He was quite silent and talked very less. He was completely a different Daya but nobody said anything to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Months went by... and on one day, Daya got a letter from Shivani.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She had written.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hi Daya, Am really sorry that I have hurted you. I want to talk to you. Will you come near the seashore today evening? I'll be waiting for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the evening, Daya found Shivani standing near the shore. He went to her and said a casual Hi. Shivani noticed how different he was before and how he has got changed. She was busy seeing him that she forgot to speak anything. Daya too kept quiet. After few minutes, Shivani spoke "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I have hurted you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "You did not. You never hurted me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Dont lie. I know what you have undergone with. I never realized that you liked me. I always knew you were a flirt, so I never bothered about what you think or feel about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; But now I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No, Shivani. Its all my mistake. I was always flirting with you before. But as time passed by, I realized it was more than attraction. I felt like I want you to be with me forever. But then, Chethan liked you. He is my close buddy. I wanted him to be happy.. so.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"so? you thought stupid. Idiot! Chethan is really caring, I hugged him as a brother. I like you and I want you.. " She took his hand and gave a gentle kiss and said.. "I have forgotten my surname. can I use yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then the story was continued with lot of smiles.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In btw, i came to know that there is a friend of mine, who's friend's cousin name is Shivani! and her birthday was just 5 to 6 days back! I am too late to wish her but anyways, happy belated birthday to her! Also, I dedicate this story to her.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-392036475545312382?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/392036475545312382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=392036475545312382&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/392036475545312382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/392036475545312382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/choti-si-mulaqat-part-3.html' title='Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 3'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-514685742195454639</id><published>2009-05-09T11:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:50:18.061+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He woke up suddenly and found his friends snoring. He kicked them and made them too get up at the very midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daya: "I saw her again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Who? Where? What? Nobody is here in our room. Now shut up and sleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Daya: "I saw her again in my dreams. She came like an angel smiling at me, then we both went near the beach. With the cool breeze blowing and me holding her hand. It was really an awesome dream but why did she come in my dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Vinay: "Who is it? I thought you never dream of girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daya: "Thats right. I never found any girls walking in my dream. But this was for the first time. U remember two days back we saw her near the bus stop. I was irritating her in the morning. That girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Vinay: "Oh! Strange.. but its okay. May be god has sent a signal asking you to marry. Its time now. You are becoming old. Go get marry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chethan: "hahaha... You might be right, Vini.. Can we discuss this tomorrow morning. Okay! Ya gud and gud and good night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Daya: "I have said you hundred times that I have got no connection with marriage. May be its that she is also thinking about me. I have to search for her tomorrow morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Okay okay! Now shall we sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Next day morning, at 8 AM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Daya: "Do you remember me? I spoke with you that day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shivani: "No! I don't remember. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and she walked off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daya got down from his car and started following her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You remember me and you are not talking to me coz you are afraid of this handsome guy. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; No ways. Why should I be afraid of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She walked along near a shop and bought something.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you stop following me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Errr.. I was not following you. I thought I was walking with you. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't like it. Please stay away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Alright.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As she went on, he stood there looking at her. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;She is really different and courageous. I think I like her&lt;/span&gt;" he said to himself and turned back to go to the shop where she went to buy a pack of cigerette"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "Are you looking for rented house? She is not friendly with guys like you. You need to convince her mom. Her mom is very generous and lovely. She will never say No!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Oh yeah, okay!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His mind started to work immediately. He asked whether he could give the house address. Shopkeeper smiled and told that it on the top of the hill, the only house there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; What a luck it was for him! A piece of good information. In another 2 3 days, he was shifting to the new house with his friends. You see, its just a matter of applying butter to kind and nice people. Though Shivani knew who was going to come and stay in their outhouse, she kept quiet. She was angry at her mom first but later she was okay with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Don't you hit my head for making this such a long story! Please do be patient... :) Part 3 coming soon... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S: One of my friend didn't like this story! He was upset that I wrote it in such a bad way. I was really sorry that I couldn't keep my writing good!  Plz do be open and tell whether its good or bad. It will surely help me and I promise I will improve my writing skills.. Please make a note, that am still a learner! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-514685742195454639?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/514685742195454639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=514685742195454639&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/514685742195454639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/514685742195454639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/choti-si-mulaqat-part-2.html' title='Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 2'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-9130320356307531524</id><published>2009-05-07T16:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:40:00.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He was a weird guy, very naughty and always first in doing mischief.. to add more.. a big flirt! If he sees any beautiful girl smiling at him, immediately he is on action. Within 1 day, they both would be found together in theaters or restaurants. That would last only for a week or so. After that another girl.. :P Quite a big flirt. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Other side of him.. He is a orphan.. stays with his best friends and always cool.. :D Did I forget to mention his name? Daya.. i don't know whether it suits him or not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was cool, bindaas and happy go along kind of chirpy little girl. Very bold and intelligent. She has no father but a very caring mother. As soon as she finished her studies, she started to work to make a living. Being an independent girl, and strong minded she was happy living with her mom. They had their own house on top of a small hill. They had an outhouse which they used to give for rent. The house was very pretty and neat. The view from the top was just marvelous. You could see a dense forest on one side and opposite to that a very calm beach. And did u ask her name? Well, its Shivani.. i guess the name is as cute as her.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and yeh, she was working as a teacher. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Mamma, am leaving.. I will not be coming early today. Have to take special classes for kids as exams are nearing.. bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Shini, cum back before dark. Its not safe u know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Oh ho! I am not scared of anything. U relax mamma. bubyeee.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya as usual driving his car off to work, saw her near the bus stop. He was attracted to her immediately. JERK.. the vehicle stopped front of her. His friends fell bumping. "Abey, what u doing? Ride properly. We don't want to die so soon. We are still bachelors" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya: Err.. What is the way to Kohallam street?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shivani: Hmmm. U have stopped your vehicle in kohallam street only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya: Oh. I see. Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shivani: None of your business, Mr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya: My name is Daya. Mr Daya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Shivani: Whatever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya: Want lift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shivani: No, Thanks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By then her bus came and she ran towards the bus. She turned back and gave a dirty look on his face and went off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahh ho! I forgot to mention his friends name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; They are Chethan and Vinay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chethan: "Again? Oh god, I dont know how many more girls you want to spoil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daya: "I am not spoiling them. I just want them to get attracted to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Why don't you marry someone. She will always be attracted to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Daya: "Marriage?? Bull shit! I hate it.. There is no connection between me and marriage! So forget it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Alright! Now off we go, we are already late.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.S: This is my first attempt on love story! The next part would come soon.. Whether it would be a sad ending or a happy ending, just wait and see! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-9130320356307531524?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9130320356307531524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=9130320356307531524&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9130320356307531524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/9130320356307531524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/choti-si-mulaqat-part-1.html' title='Choti Si Mulaqat - Part 1'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-633205874222996981</id><published>2009-05-06T13:32:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:45:13.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Helping hand - ST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgFFG5wC58I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WugRt0Bkuac/s1600-h/help_sign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgFFG5wC58I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WugRt0Bkuac/s320/help_sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332619418667247554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;T: Oh, You are online?&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes&lt;br /&gt;T: Great. I need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Click the help button on the top right corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cool. What does it do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;S:  It helps :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S : If you have no idea whats ST, then you must go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweety-and-tweety.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; first.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-633205874222996981?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/633205874222996981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=633205874222996981&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/633205874222996981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/633205874222996981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/helping-hand-st.html' title='Helping hand - ST'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SgFFG5wC58I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WugRt0Bkuac/s72-c/help_sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3266909485133219342</id><published>2009-05-04T18:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:36:31.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Between anger and attraction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cant go through this. I am really sorry. Forget what happened between us!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he said as she was watching him dumbstruck! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams were shattered and she wept to her heart content. It was 2 days back that he had proposed her. She always liked him and same with him. They thought it was love. But much to her surprise it turned out to be a nightmare. She stopped talking to him and went on moving with her career. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sf7ludtRW9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/sUwmv_slkcM/s1600-h/Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sf7ludtRW9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/sUwmv_slkcM/s320/Tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951595264498642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After two years, he came to back to her asking for friendship. She thought he must have changed and accepted his friendship. Though she was still attracted to him, she lay in patience hoping for him to understand her feelings. As she thought, he was attracted and said that he likes her. She was overjoyed and was happy that finally he did come back to her again. But the happiness stayed for only few days. He told her that he was drunk and whatever he said was meaningless. He never loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She stood there silently, her heart broken, with rage in her minds, tears rolling down. She was now angry on herself. She had been a fool all the while in her life. At last she made up her mind not to love anyone in her life and not to trust men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This is an attempt of fiction. Got the idea last night and I felt the story would be good and hence wrote it down here. Hope it has come out well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3266909485133219342?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3266909485133219342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3266909485133219342&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3266909485133219342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3266909485133219342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/between-anger-and-attraction.html' title='Between anger and attraction...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sf7ludtRW9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/sUwmv_slkcM/s72-c/Tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5419760707353261308</id><published>2009-04-29T15:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:26:42.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemanth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guestpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Reason to Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/SfghHkkiDWI/AAAAAAAADuk/4jzmlSjH20I/s1600-h/Please_Forget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/SfghHkkiDWI/AAAAAAAADuk/4jzmlSjH20I/s320/Please_Forget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330046572952685922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;do u ever find a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;smile which is not fake or non genuine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;genuine is the other name for sweet-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;sweet-ha is the angel of this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;blog where u find nothing else but smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;smiles which are spread in the air with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;love gives the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REASON TO SMILE&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks to Sweet-ha for this wonderful opportunity to  be doing a guest post in her blog ..:)...i just wanted to speard the word around that ..if u lack a smile please be in sweet-ha's blog always were u find them a lot :)...:D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I even got 55 words to say about how i got to know the reason to smile :D....its a 55 fiction/reality :)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;She was in Tears,Loneliness killing her senses..she was missing her family badly in her heart .She tries to be more brave and not show her sad feeling's on her face by keeping up the cute smile on her lips.Then she decides to spread the cheer around and be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE REASON TO SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/SfghHfijqYI/AAAAAAAADuc/yPSbEDeIWRM/s1600-h/sweetha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/SfghHfijqYI/AAAAAAAADuc/yPSbEDeIWRM/s320/sweetha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330046571602225538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 Point something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 Points &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sweet-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1.Cute: she is very cute by her heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2.Sweet: well her name starts with sweet so how can she not be sweet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Humorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: well u have 2 ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tweety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; this :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.Friendly: she is always by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; side making u smile without letting u into depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5.Hot : no i dint say this someone else is typing i am not responsible :P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;urs..hemu..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;(the Guest)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5419760707353261308?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5419760707353261308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5419760707353261308&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5419760707353261308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5419760707353261308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-to-smile.html' title='Reason to Smile'/><author><name>Hemanth Potluri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/TCTeBPygZ-I/AAAAAAAAElI/f2EaHMM_nDk/S220/Couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzfbGGYm6yM/SfghHkkiDWI/AAAAAAAADuk/4jzmlSjH20I/s72-c/Please_Forget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-923605413273745382</id><published>2009-04-21T17:08:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:11:07.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The first raindrops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She was awakened when the lights went off. She saw the clock and it said 11 PM. "I must have slept early while reading the book", Maya thought to herself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up, lit the candle and made sure that all the doors and windows are shut. She laid on the sofa and tried to relax when suddenly she heard the waving sound from outside. She was not sure what it was and hence, opened the balcony door and saw that it was breezing very much outside. She stood there enjoying the cool breeze. It started drizzling and she could feel the water drop falling on her face. She closed her eyes and said "I love this". &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Se20HxzSw7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vaNg3tiyhpA/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Se20HxzSw7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vaNg3tiyhpA/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327111979969725362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As she opened her eyes, she was there standing with her sister enjoying the first rain of the year. Her dad shouting from behind "You girls are crazy to get wet. Please come in! If not, you will catch cold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No pappa. We luv this. It is the first rain of the year. Don't you know how we enjoy watching this everytime. We will come in soon." she answered.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya always loved the first drops falling from the sky and the aroma of the ground when the first rain drops falls down. It's completely a different smell and it makes her go and dance right on the middle of the road! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was now dancing with her sister rejoicing the wonderful rain that she always likes. She waved to the people who were rushing to their respective homes. She could see her neighbor friend sipping hot coffee sitting near the window. She looked at her and smiled. She turned back to see her dad starring at her angrily but she gave back her cunning smile and made her dad smile back. She closed her eyes and said once again "I love this so much" . &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she opened her eyes once again, she could see herself all alone standing next to the door of her balcony in the beautiful apartment where she stays. It was the same first rain of the year and she was smiling watching it pouring down. She was standing there but dancing in her heart, humming a melodious slow song, remembering her childhood. She felt like she heard her dad shouting but turned to see no one there. She smiled once again. She smelt the same aroma that she always liked. She felt like walking and running in the rain but she couldn't do it. But she was happy to see the first rain... the very same first rain that she always enjoyed to see... and then she told to herself.. "I love this so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/146/65ECEA4B26E1221289D385B6D8E27876.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; height: 66px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-923605413273745382?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/923605413273745382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=923605413273745382&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/923605413273745382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/923605413273745382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-raindrops.html' title='The first raindrops..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Se20HxzSw7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vaNg3tiyhpA/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1247467243166144053</id><published>2009-04-20T11:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:27:19.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST series'/><title type='text'>ST- Midnyt Masala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At 11.30 PM nearly mid nyt, Sweety and Tweety chatting on cell.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: what u doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: hearing to radio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: gud, what is the song being played ryt now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: saiyan ched deve, nanad chutki leve, sasural ghenda phool.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: raath kaali naine devargi samjha lenein, sasural ghenda phool.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: ok song over! next song after the break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: it, pit, kit, nit, bit, jit, sit (uffff) soniyeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: ohk! I dont know the wordings of this song. Just know 2 humms of the tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: I too dont know. The song is too fast na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: lol.. Nahhen bas tera mera something bharosa.. tu aale.. he tujme hai sab hit.. oh baby hit hit soniye..  to karun kaisi hit hit hit hit! yeah! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: Yipppee! u r singing without knowing.. hit hit hit hit.. am gonna hit hit hit hit 'tweety'! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: dekha meinu dekha tujhe huwa mein to crazy. tauba mere tauba kudiya tu sexy, aaj mere luv mein tu aaja meri baahon mein... o o o o oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: ohhhoooo! yeh, hit hit hit tweety. yep hit hit hit hit tweety! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: now that song is over! done! claps claps..! :-P :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S: Yep. hitting tweety over! claps claps! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; T: Oh god! Mom woke up! gud nyt.. sweet dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; S:  in her mind.. "oops, tweety caught!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1247467243166144053?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1247467243166144053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1247467243166144053&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1247467243166144053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1247467243166144053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-midnyt-masala.html' title='ST- Midnyt Masala'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7704382923496218536</id><published>2009-04-16T16:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:36:16.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST series'/><title type='text'>Sweety and Tweety!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The two friends who were the best and always the close friends among all..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They used to share anything to everything, talk unlimited, support each other, and were crazy together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two gals were known to be "not-famous" in their school ;) but always cheerful and happy!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be including here their happy moments, their conversations and their stupid talks from now on once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SecWH3JW2BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AhC_cIKBc0s/s1600-h/sweet%26tweety.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SecWH3JW2BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AhC_cIKBc0s/s320/sweet%26tweety.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325249408706992146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S: this is completely a fiction and has no resemblance to any person in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST series begins..&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: hey sweety.. luks like we are on the air..&lt;br /&gt;S: on the air? whr?&lt;br /&gt;T: hehe just kidding! we are becoming famous u knw!&lt;br /&gt;S: i still didnt get u!&lt;br /&gt;T: u knw swetha.. that stupid creature who talks so much and eats our head!&lt;br /&gt;S: yep.. she! haaan! so?&lt;br /&gt;T: she is writing abt us and our conversations on her blog!&lt;br /&gt;S: oh is it? so whts gr8 abt it?&lt;br /&gt;T: dumb! we r going 2 become famous.. nobdy knew who we were b4! from now on, all will knw abt us!&lt;br /&gt;S: kewl tweety! me and u will be rock stars of her blog?&lt;br /&gt;T: donno! bt will be ST stars for sure!! :P&lt;br /&gt;S: okay.. lets watch out thn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7704382923496218536?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7704382923496218536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7704382923496218536&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7704382923496218536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7704382923496218536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweety-and-tweety.html' title='Sweety and Tweety!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SecWH3JW2BI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AhC_cIKBc0s/s72-c/sweet%26tweety.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5759193792525192093</id><published>2009-04-13T18:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:08:44.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The wEiRd dReAm of the night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream!! yeah, it was... thankfully it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was by around mid night at 3 i guess... i was dreaming about myself rushing to catch a bus! i was quite late for it. My dad dropped me near the bus stop! and I did get the bus. I asked the conductor what time will the bus leave. He said 'by another half an hour'! I was happy I could relax for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was settling down on the seat when, i realized that i forgot to get my brush! awww.. yeh, my brush! I had left it in my house! I told my dad that I left it. He told that I can buy it from some shop after I reach my place.. ("my place"? i seriously donno where I was travelling to! coz it was a dream!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was not convinced. I started fighting with him telling that I need tht brush! He got angry! he told me tht i can get it myself if i want to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SeM05OArdPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ane4zGjPczA/s1600-h/girl-chic-bike-riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SeM05OArdPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ane4zGjPczA/s320/girl-chic-bike-riding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324157342100190450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was not ready to take me back to the house, leaving the bus! i was so bold enough that i told the conductor tht i will be back in 10 mins of time and pleaded him not to leave me and go! i snatched a bicycle from a guy who had parked it near by and rushed towards my home (i dont even knw whther the bicycle owner was running behind me) i am not sure why the bicycle was not moving fast! it was so slow.. slower than an aeroplane! oops.. sorry! i mean slower than.. err.. wht vehicle is slower than bicycle now? very well, let me continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I reached my house by 20 minutes from thr! i had 10 mins of time to get back and i was here in my house searching for it. i searched al over my bedroom and the hall. my mom was furious to know that i came back to take my brush!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so tensed that i wud miss my bus! (to knw the fact tht i cant go by another bus, it was the last bus available and i had booked it a week back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; then it was my sis who was so brilliant tht she went to the utility and found my brush near the basin.. I was so thankful to her.. and started rushing back when i heard my mom telling at me tht she was making hot puri's ! and i can have atleast 2 and then rush! i then realized i was hungry! i had no option that i gobbled up fast the "hot puris" (i say, it was so difficult to eat hot puris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Then as i saw my time.. i was already late! i thot my bus wud have already left, leaving me! i was so tensed i didn't knew what to do! i started crying so loudly tht my dad came and yelled back saying to shut my mouth! i was so shocked to see my dad there.. he then said me to come out of the house and see whats waiting for me thr! i came out and was so happy to see the "bus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; yes yes!! it was the same bus in which i had to travel..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so happy tht i got it! i hugged my dad for that and said him a huge thanx! and then climbed the bus! al the ppl, were cheering me up! i was so happy tht i said "thank you" to them! (not sure why?? any idea??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; then i waved gud bye to my mom n dad and the bus left!! i just sat on my seat and relaxed for a while! just after few seconds i opened my eyes and saw myself lying on my bed!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ufffffff... it was a dream!! oh god.!! i got up and drank some water.. saw the time, it was 3.30 am..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; what a dream it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; though it was a dream.. i was happy that i got the bus!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but one thing! am i so stupid enough to rush back to ma home to get my BRUSH??? i seriously donno! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5759193792525192093?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5759193792525192093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5759193792525192093&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5759193792525192093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5759193792525192093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-dream-of-night.html' title='The wEiRd dReAm of the night!!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SeM05OArdPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ane4zGjPczA/s72-c/girl-chic-bike-riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8529946868310069431</id><published>2009-04-10T14:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:07:28.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the moon smiled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sd8PbIw3hRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8dYwYsMa2WI/s1600-h/ist2_4941569-smiling-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sd8PbIw3hRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8dYwYsMa2WI/s320/ist2_4941569-smiling-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322990243458549010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she sat there thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;when the candles blew off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she went up to the terrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;to see the beautiful moon shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she forgot all her sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and was busy watching them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the moon had spread its beam everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; the stars were twinkling all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she felt the moon was smiling at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;telling her to forget all her pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; the stars were twinkling and telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that they all are there with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;she went &amp;amp; slept peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;with a smile on her face &amp;amp; with peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8529946868310069431?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8529946868310069431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8529946868310069431&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8529946868310069431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8529946868310069431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-sat-there-thinking-when-candles.html' title='the moon smiled..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sd8PbIw3hRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8dYwYsMa2WI/s72-c/ist2_4941569-smiling-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7420654339073239476</id><published>2009-04-08T18:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:51:17.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>I'm honoured :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pots and pots, tons and tons, buckets and buckets of thanks to all the award givers! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first blog award given by Yamini Meduri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJKf1ttNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4DX4aD8L0co/s1600-h/online_friends_y.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJKf1ttNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4DX4aD8L0co/s320/online_friends_y.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542052243354834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Second one given by Hemu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJttvhU_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/kty5YEItoUQ/s1600-h/hemz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJttvhU_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/kty5YEItoUQ/s320/hemz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542657270895602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Third award given by Farah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJ5Ad3OHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/J3T55R7s0PA/s1600-h/dessert_farah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJ5Ad3OHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/J3T55R7s0PA/s320/dessert_farah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542851275667570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This award is from Sonshu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKGszNAkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/eeRYZbL7M3o/s1600-h/FrndsForeva_medium2_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKGszNAkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/eeRYZbL7M3o/s320/FrndsForeva_medium2_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543086514635330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again from Princess Sonshu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKOyZ5kII/AAAAAAAAAyU/W4tlvV00bxI/s1600-h/Guardian_angels_medium2_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKOyZ5kII/AAAAAAAAAyU/W4tlvV00bxI/s320/Guardian_angels_medium2_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543225458069634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet bloggers award from Sonshu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKWrLurlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/y1ogqWTwGVU/s1600-h/Sweetest_bloggers_medium2_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKWrLurlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/y1ogqWTwGVU/s320/Sweetest_bloggers_medium2_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543360958541394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is from Sam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKfjq-ttI/AAAAAAAAAyk/65l1N8N2tDE/s1600-h/awards_Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKfjq-ttI/AAAAAAAAAyk/65l1N8N2tDE/s320/awards_Sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543513560954578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one from Nikhil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKweFb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAys/gVhy-0TCq0k/s1600-h/sweet_sister-3722_N.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZKweFb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAys/gVhy-0TCq0k/s320/sweet_sister-3722_N.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543804119080338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another one from Nikhil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZK5MekbiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/drakymytiDs/s1600-h/Sweet_Sweet_Love_by_pinkparis1233_N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZK5MekbiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/drakymytiDs/s320/Sweet_Sweet_Love_by_pinkparis1233_N.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543954011483682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These awards are from Kajal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLB7D8biI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bhWPeRPgJO8/s1600-h/i+am+coz+you+are_K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLB7D8biI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bhWPeRPgJO8/s320/i+am+coz+you+are_K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544103955230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLKknmWlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/U8WEtp3IWOQ/s1600-h/thanks+for+the+sweet+comment_K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLKknmWlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/U8WEtp3IWOQ/s320/thanks+for+the+sweet+comment_K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544252549585490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLQD-nGrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/RnEnGd8ev-k/s1600-h/the+golden+heart+award_K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLQD-nGrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/RnEnGd8ev-k/s320/the+golden+heart+award_K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544346866948786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is one is from Mayz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLZvhvbJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Zbqsk1hy6xo/s1600-h/Thank+You_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLZvhvbJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Zbqsk1hy6xo/s320/Thank+You_M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544513175841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pixie award from Mayz(Mayank),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLgYneRnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lB8HqIAGB_M/s1600-h/pixie-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLgYneRnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lB8HqIAGB_M/s320/pixie-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544627284952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This one is from Hemu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLqlIwSGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/M4s5KKqKEZ8/s1600-h/award+for+all+friends-h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLqlIwSGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/M4s5KKqKEZ8/s320/award+for+all+friends-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544802444462178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This Emerald award is given by Yamini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLy4g87aI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b2tnT4KCZW4/s1600-h/emeraldaward-y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZLy4g87aI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b2tnT4KCZW4/s320/emeraldaward-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544945085181346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is given by Pallav..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRaXbn5JiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6EbqH1jRwbA/s1600-h/blog-award1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRaXbn5JiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6EbqH1jRwbA/s320/blog-award1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351501615821563426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRamf2f0JI/AAAAAAAAA00/EAR_zyjGHSo/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRamf2f0JI/AAAAAAAAA00/EAR_zyjGHSo/s320/thanks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351501874654597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRatrWGi7I/AAAAAAAAA08/IN9Py8Eg9F8/s1600-h/you+make+me+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SkRatrWGi7I/AAAAAAAAA08/IN9Py8Eg9F8/s320/you+make+me+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351501997999033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7420654339073239476?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7420654339073239476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7420654339073239476&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7420654339073239476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7420654339073239476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-honoured.html' title='I&apos;m honoured :)'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SjZJKf1ttNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4DX4aD8L0co/s72-c/online_friends_y.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6677752743986418647</id><published>2009-04-08T15:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:50:07.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Thus a year passed by!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;April... the same month, just a year ago was the time when I came to Bangalore.. I was excited and happy when I came here. In the same time, I was scared too.. It was a new place for me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I came to Bangalore for few reasons.. To escape from someone, :P to find peace, to get out of the boring job that I was working before, to study further. Al together, I set my goals with many reasons in my mind and came to Bangalore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a good job here, staying as Paying guest, life went on as I wanted for few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later, I realized that things are not always as what we wish it would be. Working for long hours was one of the reason which made me feel very tired and put me under frustration. I used to wait for weekends to make myself work-free! but weekends were much worst than weekdays. No friends here in the new place. Hanging out alone? naah, am not crazy! so I used to sit back at ma room and read novels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I somehow tried to find a way and I made friends with few people around... Got along with few groups and my colleagues. Enjoyed freaking out.. Explored new things in this new place. Experienced many things. Went for few treks, outings, was just hanging out! It was fun all the while. Life went on and I kept myself busy with one or the other things.. with so many plans and few friends here, I used to enjoy each and everything. In btw, used to miss my parents and my close ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though life went on, life was not easy. My close friend who was my roomie shifted her place. It was really a bad news as she was very close to me and she had given me company all the while. It was difficult to live without her as it was very boring and lonely. I had to digest the fact that she would be leaving Bangalore. Thought of shifting the room and searched a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whenever I used to feel homesick, I would sit alone.. hear some sad music and cry to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I get time, I used to fly off to my hometown to meet my parents and enjoy there. That was not so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm adjusting and compromising for each and everything here. Coz one day I want to go back to my place with a happy face! I have to to achieve what I had thought and that is possible only here. I have to make time for studies, work and enjoyment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; has given me life, enjoyment, friends, job... the list goes on. But it has taken away from me.. my happiest life that was in Manipal(my hometown).. It has made me live far from my loved ones! I miss everything out there.. especially my parents and my sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Not sure whether I have to thank for what I have or be sad for what I don't have with me..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sdx10wG_UZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JrmOC1_bl7M/s1600-h/jfghjdghjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sdx10wG_UZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JrmOC1_bl7M/s320/jfghjdghjh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322258408772948370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Whatever it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a year has passed..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;memories will remain for sure....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6677752743986418647?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6677752743986418647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6677752743986418647&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6677752743986418647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6677752743986418647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/thus-year-passed-by_08.html' title='Thus a year passed by!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sdx10wG_UZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JrmOC1_bl7M/s72-c/jfghjdghjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1585345896318132131</id><published>2009-04-06T16:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:42:13.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Tagged for 100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, i have been tagged for 100 truths from hemu.. :)&lt;br /&gt;most of them have done it except me, so let me too finish it up..&lt;br /&gt;i know its quite big, plz do bear it.. :D so here it goes now...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIMES…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Last drink:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Last phone call:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prabhakar, my colleague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Last text message:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Namana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. Last song you listened to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;tenu le ke jana.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Last time you cried:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; 3rd April at nyt, i was so depressed coz i had a serious argument with ma close buddy and cudnt talk to some person and he made me get angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Dated someone twice:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7. Been cheated on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Err no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;9. Lost someone special?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;10. Been depressed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeh, Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;12. Sky blue&lt;br /&gt;13. Pink&lt;br /&gt;14. Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;15. Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;FIRSTS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. Made new friends:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;16. Fallen out of love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;No. i only cry or laugh.. not both together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm.. yes i guess. I met so many friends who changed me in one or the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In college times, yes.. but now, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm.. which friends list? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I dont have a duplicate life to know them.. I know all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; let me ask my hubby in future! then wil tel.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;24. Do you have any pets:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no :( i want to have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No.. I love my name coz i love myself.. i dont want to change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; it was really wonderful. my roomies had arranged for a surprise cake cut and a bday bash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i juz luv thm :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;27.What time did you wake up today:&lt;/span&gt; 8.56 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;who fainted just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Was sleeping.. i slept very early coz i had a bad head ache! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to achieve what i wanted to.. i just want to fulfil al my dreams quickly.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;30. Last time you saw your father:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a week back, when i went to my home town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I want to work happily in my hometown coz I want to be with my parents and beloved ones! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;32. Most visited web page:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gmail.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Whats your...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;33. Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Swetha Padakandla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;34. Nicknames:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; bujjulu, swethu, sweet heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;baby, tvs, sweths.. (i hope thr r no questions regarding this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;35. Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;36. Male or female or transgender:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;37. Elementary:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;38. School:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Madhava Kripa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;39. Colleges:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr.T.M.A Pai Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;40. Hair color:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;41. Long or short:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Medium. not quite long nor short :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;42. Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; 5.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;presently no.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;44. Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; yeah.. it was a tragedy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;45. Piercings?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm ears! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;46. Tattoos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;naaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;47. Righty or lefty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;48. First surgery&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;whn i was in 10th std... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;49. First piercing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ears? i dont remember! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;50. First best friend:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shruthi.. long back friendship it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;51. First sport you loved:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;basket ball.. and then throw ball. and then badmintion! awwww.. i luv so many thngs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;52. First pet:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;53. First vacation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;54. First concert:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Kunal Ganjawala's concert held at manipal.. long back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;55. First crush:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm.. my classmate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;RIGHT NOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;56. Eating:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no, working in ofc.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;57. Drinking:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;58. I'm about to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;59. Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cant listen songs at office.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;bt yeah, can hear my boss talking on phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;60. Waiting to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;finish the work and go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;61. Want kids?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ofcourse yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;62. Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yes yes yes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;63. Careers in mind?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cant think of anything at the moment.. am so perplexed already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;64. Lips or eyes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;65. Hugs or kisses:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;66. Shorter or taller:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;67. Older or Younger:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;68. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;69. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;70. Sensitive or loud:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;71. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;72. Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;73. Kissed a stranger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; naaah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;74. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;76. Broken someone's heart:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;not at al.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;77. Had your own heart broken:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;78. Been arrested:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;gud lord.. no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;79. Turned someone down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; someone down? i dont have that much energy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;80. Cried when someone died:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah, my grandpa! :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;81. Liked a friend that is a girl?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah, i like all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;81. Yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;82. Miracles:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yes.. i want miracles to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;83. God:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah…he is an al rounder al around! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;84. Love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm.. i dont know! bt usually first sight is always attraction! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;85. Heaven:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;86. Santa Claus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;87. Kiss on the first date?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;err no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;88. Angels&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; yes.. they r so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;89. Devils:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeh, if thr r sweet angels here and thn thr must be devils too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;90. Is there one person you want to be with right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;yes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;92. Wanted to kill someone ever?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah.. one who is against me i feel like shooting them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;93. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no one! al r my frnds.. i dont have crush on anyone here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;94. Committed a blunder and regretted later?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; not at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Associate with something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;96. White:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the flowers... i luv those white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;flowers and wud like to give it to all ma frnds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;97. Black:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my jeans.. am wearing black jeans now, so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;98. Red&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; the chilli powder. i accidently added it more while cooking yestrday! my curry was red hot spicy! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;99. Pink:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my sis.. pink is cute so as my sis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah.. any doubts, ask me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1585345896318132131?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1585345896318132131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1585345896318132131&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1585345896318132131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1585345896318132131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-for-100-truths.html' title='Tagged for 100 truths'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4529164433055966148</id><published>2009-04-03T11:29:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:39:08.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Maska Chaska!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pre-script: Due to some mishap, thr was an argument between me n 'she' (neeta, ma frnd).. the argument thn was closed like this..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am sorry about what happend last nyt.. lets close it here! but promise me one thng..  u wil remain the same as b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She: i'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  i wil give a chocalate to u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  now tel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  whtver chocalate u wish for! wil be urs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;   :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; nah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i've put on a lot of weight.. so i'll skip on the sweetmeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;gudnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  wil ice cream work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; Nope.. too many calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  tel me wht wil work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  i wil choose from the options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  :) lets see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  a BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;   :-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  bhagooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;a 3 bedroom house in indiranagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  seriously am logging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;or just 2 crores in cash will also do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why u need 3 bedroom house now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;so that i can rent it out for 20k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;and then go live peacefully without having to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  chaluuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ur brain works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If anyone doesnt knw how to put butter.. try with this! it myt be of help whn u need to put maska to someone! lol.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Na’maska’ram&lt;/span&gt;****** :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4529164433055966148?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4529164433055966148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4529164433055966148&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4529164433055966148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4529164433055966148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/maska-chaska.html' title='Maska Chaska!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2434383719970560501</id><published>2009-04-01T13:00:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:37:46.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>The Ginormous Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its April 1st, the fools day! any fools around here? well, am not a fool to expect an answer for this question..lol :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now i ripped of this meme from Sunday stealing. I know its not Sunday to steal this meme but no issues with me! who will mind if i write it on Wednesday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt; Yep, happy to be single! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Are your parents still married?&lt;/span&gt; yes, they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt; Naa :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, ahh No.. I mean Yes err No.. I dont know! :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Who ended your last relationship?&lt;/span&gt; It just kinda ended on it's own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Have you ever been hurt by a break up?&lt;/span&gt; Kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;/span&gt; Naaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?&lt;/span&gt; Not sure. Coz I have seen people starring at me. Its creepy, so i don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Prefer love or lust?&lt;/span&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Prefer a few best friends or many regular friends?&lt;/span&gt; Few best friends! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Wild night out or romantic night in?&lt;/span&gt; Depends :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Back in the day&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been caught sneaking out?&lt;/span&gt; Have been caught but never got punished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ever wanted something/someone so badly?&lt;/span&gt; Yeh, I have this habit of wanting things very badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Who are/is your best friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt; Is it necessary to name them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Ever wanted to disappear?&lt;/span&gt; No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. First attraction: Smile or eyes?&lt;/span&gt; Eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Prefer intelligence or attraction?&lt;/span&gt; Intelligence.. is it on sale anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Last phone call you received?&lt;/span&gt; My mamma's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt; gulp.. thanda pani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Before your current one, when was your last relationship?&lt;/span&gt; I am suffering from short &amp;amp; long term memory loss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Do you and your family get along?&lt;/span&gt; yup. very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Would you say you have a "screwed up life"?&lt;/span&gt; yeh yeh... my life is already screwed! trying to fix it up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Have you ever gotten kicked out somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If yes, do tell.&lt;/span&gt; Thankfully, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you trust all your friends?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Who knows the most about you?&lt;/span&gt; My close buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-2434383719970560501?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2434383719970560501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2434383719970560501&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2434383719970560501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2434383719970560501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/ginormous-meme.html' title='The Ginormous Meme'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7440629061812662631</id><published>2009-03-25T16:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:58:37.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Those were the days !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/ScoSeBqV5vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/q5Ohbx5BIIA/s1600-h/kids+getting+all+school+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/ScoSeBqV5vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/q5Ohbx5BIIA/s320/kids+getting+all+school+bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317082617115698930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Morning when I was walking today, I found two kids walking to school. As I started observing them closely, I noticed that they were in some conversation about one of their friend. I was smiling to myself thinking about my life during their age and then I was lost in memories of my good old days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At the age of 10, what was I? Lol.. I was a kid.. a small tiny kid without a brain. I can remember few things though it is not so clear. I used to go to school in an auto with my neighbor friends. Naa. They were mostly my enemies than my friends. But yeah, we enemies were playing and having fun together. I used to cry when my mom used to feed me in the morning coz I used to hate eating! And then I was rushing to my school. In the evening, I would quickly finish up my "Milo" and then go to play. At sharp 7, my mom used to come shouting and asking me to finish playing and start studying.. I used to hate '7 o'clock" those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At the age of 14, I was quite grown up. I knew how to behave properly. I had made new friends in my new colony. But the fun what I had in my old place was not present. It was very much different here. Playing time comes when we want. If we feel like playing at 8 in the night, we used to go out and ask all to join us and then start some kind of wierd games. And most of the times, we end up talking and running here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During holidays, it was very much fun. We used to plan so many things before the exam finishes. We neighbor friends wake up early do yoga, then skipping and at last cycling early in the morning. By around 9, we will pack up and go to our homes. Again, at 11 or 12, you would find us together at one of anyones house doing some craft work or painting or stitching. After lunch log off to sleep and then go to swimming at around 4.30 PM. Come back at 6.30 and go for cycling again or chit chat with friends. If not, play badminton!! So many things we used to do during those times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahhhh... Those were flash back memories.. does that happen now? not at all.. that life is gone for sure!! its difficult to get those days back.. those talks, those plays, those silly fightings with friends is what I miss in my present life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those were the best days of my life that I realized after losing it.. Cheers to those friends of mine with whom i had lots of fun and there are few who are very far from me and I have lost their contact.. seriosuly i miss those too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I could relive those days again !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7440629061812662631?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7440629061812662631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7440629061812662631&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7440629061812662631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7440629061812662631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days !!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/ScoSeBqV5vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/q5Ohbx5BIIA/s72-c/kids+getting+all+school+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3365112657008920861</id><published>2009-03-17T15:08:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:26:24.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The week's soup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week was a complete mishap for me! I didn't have time to think what I was doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me write it down here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;         *Firstly, I had lots of work in office. 9 hours was not at all enough for my job. To be honest, I enjoyed the work that I was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;         *I did get a big blast from my boss coz I wanted to go early on saturday as I invited my friends to my place. :( He was quite rude to me when I told I have to go early at any cost.       Anyways, from the very next day he was completely back to normal... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   *Friday, I cleaned my house till 12 midnyt and was very tired the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        *I had  invited my trekking gang cum friends to my home and had a good time enjoying, cooking and spending time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        *While traveling daily morning via bus to office I was sleeping in the bus. I used to feel ashamed after I wake up and not before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      *I had a new experience standing on the foot board of the bus coz the bus was overloaded.. :P It was real fun and I would like to do it again.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        *Met my old classmate buddies after 2 years. It was wonderful meeting them again after such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        *Received beautiful gifts from Hemanth.. He has been so much creative to gift me this.. I am just uploading it here. and hemu, a huge thanks to u for the wonderful gift that u gave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz click on the image to see it clearly.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sb98Vu3n4qI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/10mTW-HKGWU/s1600-h/swetha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sb98Vu3n4qI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/10mTW-HKGWU/s320/swetha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314102798120903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Lastly, when i hopped in here on monday morning, I was shocked to see my template into a wreck! it was completely changed with some garbage image and I had no time to think what i could do. I just quickly chose a new template today and copied so many thngs back to the blog.. quite a mishap! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my best friend is acting weird nowadays..  kinda became stressed out coz of her studies.. she is bugged up with those horror exams.. :P.. i am not able to talk to her properly via phone due to some reason! just wanted to tel her to take it easy and not to worry. wishing her gud luck.. am sure she wil get gud marks! :D plz cheer her up!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add up!&lt;br /&gt;My roomie, is undergoing with an operation this weekend! She is quite tensed about it.. God, bless her! I want to see her smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after she returns back.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3365112657008920861?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3365112657008920861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3365112657008920861&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3365112657008920861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3365112657008920861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-soup.html' title='The week&apos;s soup!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sb98Vu3n4qI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/10mTW-HKGWU/s72-c/swetha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7323200492909628455</id><published>2009-03-11T11:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:19:03.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Friendship Never Ends - Last part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbdYFSxDAsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Ot66t9VAJh0/s1600-h/Clark_Cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbdYFSxDAsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Ot66t9VAJh0/s320/Clark_Cemetery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311811133466936002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-never-ends-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-never-ends-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; so that you can understand the ending part.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Hello? Is this Kavya? Hi, Kavya.. Seema here. I just wanted to check whether Sushma had called you anytime after those final exams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kavya: "Err.. No.. Never did she call me.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Hi. This is Krithi, sushma's friend. You are her neighbour, Veena, right? Well, I just wanted to know where is she now? I didn't see her from 3 years. She is not living in that house now. Do you have any idea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Veena: "No. I didn't knew that she had shifted her place. It was my mom who told me. But I saw her in Mumbai when I had gone to visit my cousins. Just few months back. I tried talking to her but she ran away after seeing me. I did get angry for that and kept quiet. Thats all I know about her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Oh. Where exactly did you see her in Mumbai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Veena: "At Mega Mall, Oshiwara."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Thanks, Veena"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Hello, Sir we are Sushma's friend. Myself Amit and this is Vinay . Sushma and her parents were living in your rented house just 3 years back. Actually, we are trying to reach her from quite a long time but we have no contact of her at all. Could you please give us any information about the family, like where they shifted and why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prof. Kuldeep: "Ahh.. That family! They came to me one day and told that they urgently need to vacate the house. I felt that they were worried of something. I always had a good impression on that family so when they badly wanted to move away, I couldn't stop them. Her father told me that they are going to Pune. And his phone number which he gave me for any emergency isn't working since then. I don't know about the rest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "That's ok, Sir. Thanks a lot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Vinay, what's her dad's name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "Hmm.. Neeraj Rajvani. He was working as Junior officer in BSNL telecom. Ahh Ahh.. why can't we search through his office. We can get some information from there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Good idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Guyz, what happend? Any luck from your side?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "Hmm. Her father took voluntary retirement from his office coz he was in trouble over here. According to his colleagues, Sushma had an affair here with a guy who was a big flirt and he cheated her at last. Sushma planned to suicide coz of this but was saved in the hospital. Her family were ashamed of all this and thought to move away from the town. They are right now settled in Mumbai leading a peaceful life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Gosh! Sushma and suicide? That's really shocking! But she could have told it to us. We could have helped her. Anyways, lets try to find her in Mumbai now. We need to trace our old friend. She needs our help and support."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Right! We will go there the next weekend. We have got the address as well. So no worries. We can straight away reach to her house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Cool.. Lets meet our Sushma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9 AM @ Oshiwara, while Sushma was reading news paper in her garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Hey, serious lady! How you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "At last, we found you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sushma: "My goodness.. Is it you guyz? Can I believe this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Yeah, you have to. You have grown plumpy. Sushma, we really missed you so much." and she hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sushma: "Am sorry. I did so many wrong things that I couldn't tell anything to you all. Mostly I was ashamed of myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Whatever! We are for what? We will always be there for your good and bad. Don't think that you can run away from us, ok? We are smart enough to trace you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "yeah, see.. After a lot of research, we are right infront of your house. We do need a pat on our back for this.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sushma: "You all do deserve a big pat! I too did miss you all.. I am a big fool. I always fall in trouble and my main mistake was not to share it with you all. Hope you people will forgive me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "C'mon now! Don't be senti ok.. Lets forget the past and live the present. Aren't you guyz hungry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Krithi: "Yeah, yeah. Sushma.. Didn't you notice Vinay's big tummy? You need to feed him nicely or else he will start crying!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sushma: "haha.. Vinay! and you naughty, Amit.. When will you stop starring at gals like that.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "Starring at gals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Didn't you all see? He is starring that neighbor gal from that time. Check out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Oh god! This is Mumbai yaar! You people leave me alone.. Let me do my work. hmm.. What say? Isn't she pretty? Will she suit me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Not at all.. She is so cute and you! Ahh.. How will she ever chose a bugger like you! Noways!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Hey........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the conversation goes on!! The five close buddies always lived as best and close.. Though they lived in different cities they continued to meet during their hols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends are like a "Ring" always "Holding" ur "Finger" But, as u get "Careless", It slips out of ur hand..!!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, don't ever "Let" ur friends slip out of ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TaKe CaRe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Of ThEM...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wishing all a very colorful and a happy holi...!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7323200492909628455?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7323200492909628455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7323200492909628455&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7323200492909628455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7323200492909628455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/frienship-never-ends-part-3the-end.html' title='Friendship Never Ends - Last part'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbdYFSxDAsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Ot66t9VAJh0/s72-c/Clark_Cemetery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3388920424541415218</id><published>2009-03-09T17:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:50:31.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Friendship Never Ends - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you havent read the first part, please read it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-never-ends-part-1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Hi Seema. Where are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Am at my home. I thought of calling you yesterday then I was so tired that I forgot to call you. I wanted to ask you whether you are free today so that we can go for some shopping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Ya, sure! Its quite boring today. It would be better if I would go out with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Okay, See you at Northway Mall at sharp 4 today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At 4 PM in the mall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "So, what do you think about that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "About what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Sushma, ofcourse. I have been wondering what she is doing now. Never did she receive our calls nor she called us. What do you think? Has she forgotten us completely or something bad has happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "I don't know. I have thought about that quite a lot of times and I was getting dizzy everytime after a lot of thinking. I have tet fear that.. that something is wrong. But I don't want to think about it. So lets forget about her for the time being. Then, howz your boy friend? You just compromised last week na"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Yeah. Its always funny with him. We compromise 'n' number of times coz we fight 'n' number of times. Its all life, u know." with a giggling smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Ok. ok. I don't know whats so funny about ur fights. Its just stupidity. Why to fight if you are compromising for sure. Idiots you both are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "May be. ok then tell me whether that color suits me? I thought of picking some kurta's this time. Fed up of those shirt collections I have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Yeah. Its ok. But take some dark shaded colors. It suits you very well than that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At midnight 12, the phone rang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Ahhh.. Who the hell at this time...?" as she picked the phone.. "Helloooo.. Yeah, whoz it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Hmm.. Did I scare you calling at this hour of the night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "I am not a kiddo to get scared. Tell me who are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Hey, Krithi.. Its me, Vinay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Vinay? Who Vinay? Oh god.. Vinay.. The cutie bumby fellow of the gang!!! Can I believe this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Ehh? Why cant you believe this? okok.. I know its the wrong time to call you, sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Hey, c'mon.. Its alright.. So where are you and how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Am just fine. And you? Do you kno where is Sushma and Seema?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Am also fine, Vinay. Me and Seema are in Bangalore now. And Sushma, no idea. We have no clue about her whereabouts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Oh. ok. Thank god you both are not lost like her.. You know, Amit had called just a day back. He is in Mysore and now wants to meet us all. I too wanted to see you all once. Its such a long time we had met. I said him I will call you all girls and plan for a meeting. What say? You both are free the next weekend. Me and Amit can come over to Bangalore or we can meet anywhere where you girls are comfortable to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Hmm.. Its a great idea. Well, I cannot move out of city at the moment. If possible, try to come over here. We can hang out here, in Bangalore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Done. Will call you up and tell which place when we come there. Hoping to see you all soon. Bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Same here. Bye and good night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saturday evening at Hotel Richards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "Here, they are! The beauty queens. You both look lovely than before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Amit! You are still a big flirt. How are you? So long. You have grown thinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Yeah, Amit. You look pale now and Vinay always the humpty dumpty kind! He has grown fat. Look I can see your tummy rolling out. hahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Oh god, Why are seeing my tummy now. Keep your eyes out of it. How are you both? Busy with your working life haan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "yeah, kinda like that. But seema's case is different ok. She is busy with her boy friend more than her work. I bet, ask her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "Oh ho. So did we hear boy friend? Sounds cool. So next is party from Seema."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Oh c'mon guyz! Stop pulling my leg. You ask party from Vivek. I am alreay bankrupt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Vivek???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Thats his name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "It sounds familiar to me. Is that the guy who ragged you when you were in first grade of your college.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; blushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Thats crazy! That idiotic, stupid moron is your boy friend? wow!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seema: "Guyz! Stop it.. plz.. He is so sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "Okok.. Well, Am just so happy meeting you all. I am tired of the life what I am leading"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "I miss those college days. We had a great time enjoying then. Apart from studies, I mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Does anyone have any idea about Sushma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "No, Vinay. We tried calling her so many times. It was of no use. She never picked our calls. And seema went to her house once but it was locked up. So we just came to the conclusion that we lost her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "Wait. We cant lose her. She is our friend and we have to help her if she is in trouble. Lets search once again all through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vinay: "Right, Amit.. We will try our best to trace her. Lets call up all her friends and try to find out. You girls can do bit of calling. I and Amit, can go to her house and ask her neighbours, right Amit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amit: "yeah, sounds thrilling. Lets be detectives and find our old buddy, sushma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Krithi: "Cool. We both will help you in any way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;to be continued.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3388920424541415218?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3388920424541415218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3388920424541415218&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3388920424541415218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3388920424541415218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-never-ends-part-2.html' title='Friendship Never Ends - Part 2'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-2825608133732075730</id><published>2009-03-06T11:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:50:31.999+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Friendship Never Ends - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbC7RSzaiOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CCvTchobc6w/s1600-h/friends-forever.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbC7RSzaiOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CCvTchobc6w/s320/friends-forever.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309949866449471714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outside the exam hall in the month of March with full of anxiety and the exam fear, the students are wandering hear and there. In between, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Amit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Krithi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Seema&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sushma&lt;/span&gt; are into serious discussion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Arey, ye kya hain yaar! kuch bhi dimag mein nahi ja raha hain"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Hmmm, I am also facing the same problem, dude"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushma: "Now, will you guyz stop disturbing us. I am not able concentrate on what am reading"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amit: "Alright, you study. I think am skipping this exam"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema: "Hey, c'mon! Don't be silly, Amit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Am not! What do you think? I have to go in and sit in the exam hall for atleast 1 hour without writing anything coz I don't know anything. Ahh!! I hate these exams"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krithi: "I just badly want to get out of these studies. It's so boring"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Yeah! Two more hard fucking years to go, guyz! Then, we are so called the free birds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seema: "Okay okay. Now don't make me think about all that. I will start dreaming in the exam hall"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Well, I am just longing to get out of this college life. Its so hectic, full of tension about exams. I get scoldings from my parents. They piss me off telling always 'study, study and study"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "Same here! Okok, for everyone!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krithi: "You know, its fun to work, earn, eat, sleep and enjoy! We will not have any worries about exam. We can enjoy with the money what we get from company. No need of asking from parents. Always masti and mazak! I am just waiting for that life.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I agree. We need not worry about anything then."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushma: "Sshh..! You guyz talk slowly. Atleast let me study a bit. I don't want to cry after I come out from the exam hall"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "My goodness! The brilliant student is studying! Sorry for disturbing you. Please continue studying"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushma: "Thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 o'clk, in food court, the famous hang out place of the city.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "So whats happening lately. Looks like most of them are busy other than me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krithi: "Not exactly. I am just enjoying my days"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I might be going to Mysore next week. My father's friend said that he is going to get me a job there."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema: "Cool, haan! So nice income, nice job, nice place. We are not so fortunate though. I have to start searching everywhere."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay. "Dont worry, you will get it. By the by, where is Sushma. Why couldn't she come and join us here today?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krithi: "Don't know! I tried calling her but she was not picking my call."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Well, guyz I have to move on now. Have lot of things to do before I go. Will catch up some other time."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Okay, Amit. Hope you will enjoy your new job and your new place"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Hopefully." with a grin on his face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema and Krithi: "Yeah. Ok then keep in touch."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I will for sure. Bye all."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Girls, my turn to go now. I need to return back some cd's which I had taken from my friend. Okay then cya."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema and Krithi: "Bye"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years later. Vinay got a call on his mobile. He picked up and was shocked to hear a voice which he had known very well before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vinay: "Abe, Amit hain kya?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "Haan yaar. Tere old friend sala, Amit!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: How are you, dude? After a long time"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I am not so fine, but yeah, ok kinds. Tu kaisa hain re?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Kyu yaar? Well, I am doing good. Where are you now?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I am in Mysore only. May be suffering here and what about and the rest?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "No idea. All are lost in their world. You remember, we used to tell that working life is fun and all that. You know it sucks! It badly sucks.. I just miss those college days. That life was wonderful and this life is oh god, its just worst.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit: "I agree, Vinay. We realized it now. I too am suffering the same. I want to meet you all. Its like I have been missing you all so badly from these many months. Please do lets meet up somewhere. So much to talk and to share with. Moreover, I would love to see you all after 3 whole years!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinay: "Yeah, sure Amit. Let me talk to others as well and plan to meet up. And you know what after talking to you now, am so much relaxed. Thanks for calling, Amit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : A hearty thanks to &lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;hemu&lt;/a&gt; for his help in posting this topic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-2825608133732075730?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2825608133732075730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=2825608133732075730&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2825608133732075730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/2825608133732075730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-never-ends-part-1.html' title='Friendship Never Ends - Part 1'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SbC7RSzaiOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CCvTchobc6w/s72-c/friends-forever.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-139626104040251759</id><published>2009-03-04T10:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:39:42.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>LoVe U, MoMmY...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mom's are very special... aren't they? yup.. they are!! very much special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and what's this special day all about..? its ma mommy's bday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tried calling her first in the morning to wish her but it was too late.. she had gone out somewhere.. i did get up late! :( i have already left so many miss calls on the phone.. just waiting to wish her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and here I am at my office longing to talk to her and when I checked my blog.. i found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;hemu's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; wishes for his dad. today is his dad's bday as well..! He did give me an idea of posting wishes thru blog.. so am here wishing my mom a very happy bday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thinking abt my mom, i am just recalling the thngs she do.. Washing, cleaning and cooking.. plus ironing and grocery shopping.. These chores are bone breaking.. oh mamma!! u r so kind and sweet.. For all ur love and care, here's a huge hug to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to ma mom.. with special love..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sa4VEm1aYmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6yY_WoY3gME/s1600-h/mom_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sa4VEm1aYmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6yY_WoY3gME/s320/mom_0714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309204179604628066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Many thanks to u and again, Happy Birthday dear mamma!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-139626104040251759?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/139626104040251759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=139626104040251759&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/139626104040251759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/139626104040251759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-u-mommy.html' title='LoVe U, MoMmY...!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Sa4VEm1aYmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6yY_WoY3gME/s72-c/mom_0714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8960283596652639455</id><published>2009-02-25T15:02:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:09:36.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Land of Devil..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the midst of the plain deserted land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I came all alone to enjoy in the sand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;While returning back, I saw my grandpa sitting on a bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I told him to come along with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He was happy that I called him and was talking to me as we went along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Lot of stories he did narrate to me. Asked me to take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I realized my grandpa is a genius and walked along taking great care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In btw, I lost my path as the breeze was blowing too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was perplexed to decide which way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;No worries as grandpa was near me coz I was not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I took a direction which seemed to be quite easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went along and along and found a stone which was sparkling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As I starred at it, out came the lord of devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was scared to bits seeing the devil frowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He told "O my dear little one, you chose the wrong path when u lost ur way. Now, u have come to the land of devil where cruelty exists. I need to take one of u with me as I have been ordered to do so whoever comes this way. But you are lucky enough coz u r still a child. So I will be taking ur grandpa with me. Do forgive me for what is happening. I have nothing in my hands that I can help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;There I was standing thinking whats happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In no time, I found myself crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I saw my grandpa going along with the lord of devil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Waving me good bye and asking me to take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I stood there silently without knowing what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I realized my fault of bringing grandpa with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wouldnt have got him if I knew I was so careless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didnt wanted to go back now without my grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I cried and cried till the tears dried up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have lost the person who I adore so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He was the one like gentle men I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I have him no more beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S: Though it is a fiction, I wrote this coz I just remembered my grandpa who I adored so much in my life... This post is for him and I wanna tell him that I truly miss him a lot.......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8960283596652639455?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8960283596652639455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8960283596652639455&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8960283596652639455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8960283596652639455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/land-of-devil.html' title='Land of Devil..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-489575056818664800</id><published>2009-02-19T17:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:09:51.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>In the tunnel all alone...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZ1WHLHem9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Gw9r2_iBCo/s1600-h/slosstunnel5to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZ1WHLHem9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Gw9r2_iBCo/s320/slosstunnel5to.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304490617355541458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the pitch dark night standing alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waiting for someone with full of moan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knowing its not safe to go out at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But i have come out now, my mistake alright!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waiting, still waiting for the guy to come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May be with a rose in his hand, eyes full of love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But no! time is passing but no one is coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am stuck.. what shall i do other than thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i thought may be i can go alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without fear without anyone's help in a silent tone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With dare i am going, no wonder i am shivering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My heart is thumping.. and I'm helpless doing nothing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can see so many people enjoying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am i jealous? no, i am just left out, nudging!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;My mistake i admit. i am seeing the result of it..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There must be some solution for all this bull shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn..!!! still waiting and no solution found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its hard for me to go alone coz am downed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Searching in the crowd for the right person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who will not cheat me like the b4 one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr.Right, the one who is going to care for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The one who will truly believe and love me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr.Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to be with me forever and forever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where is he..? will u take long time to reach me, oh my Trevor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is he also in search of me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How to tel him that i am waiting for him in the black sea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need him now.. how can i yell out to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And say that i am here all alone waiting only for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can see complete darkness here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know this is some kind of tunnel leading out somewhere or the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But i will wait. until i have my life in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i hope he will reach to me even if he is in Kazakhstan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoping, waiting, longing to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a smile on my face and prim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-489575056818664800?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/489575056818664800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=489575056818664800&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/489575056818664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/489575056818664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-tunnel-all-alone.html' title='In the tunnel all alone...!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZ1WHLHem9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9Gw9r2_iBCo/s72-c/slosstunnel5to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6429539097402030594</id><published>2009-02-16T10:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:33:20.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The wordy words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey all, check this out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZj7UVqdT1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BlrSOso157k/s1600-h/sdaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZj7UVqdT1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BlrSOso157k/s320/sdaf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303264888059940690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Found it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://steamingcupsofcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and gave a try. Thanks to Dewdrops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You too wanna create this wordle? Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to do one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6429539097402030594?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6429539097402030594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6429539097402030594&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6429539097402030594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6429539097402030594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordy-words.html' title='The wordy words'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZj7UVqdT1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BlrSOso157k/s72-c/sdaf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4541260853405023445</id><published>2009-02-13T18:21:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:02:44.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The season of Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chaand ne kuch kaha, raat ne kuch suna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tu bhi sun bekhabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pyar kar, o ho ho pyar kar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The so called a day for the exchange of tokens of affection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just wanted to wish you all. Hope you guys have great time with your beloved ones on the occasion of Valentines day. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Btw, I would like to dedicate these to my loved ones here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of daisy flowers to my dad and mom for all their love. I luvvyaa u both!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVtSwoQmOI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ofEVT06a1Lo/s1600-h/yellow+bucket+and+daisies%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVtSwoQmOI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ofEVT06a1Lo/s320/yellow+bucket+and+daisies%5B5%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264305357461730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teddy bouquet to ma cute loving sis, muktha! Also, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;namana, srishti, princy, ambika.. this one is for u all... i miss u all chooooooo much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVt2dyRlbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YMJPp35mnWQ/s1600-h/teddybqte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVt2dyRlbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YMJPp35mnWQ/s320/teddybqte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264918774486450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses to all my friends and close buddies for their care and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to my fellow bloggers who gave me inspiration..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVuKwMTZgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/omHf3x6ovA8/s1600-h/yellowr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVuKwMTZgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/omHf3x6ovA8/s320/yellowr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302265267312879106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!! luvvvvyyaaaaa all.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Swetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4541260853405023445?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4541260853405023445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4541260853405023445&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4541260853405023445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4541260853405023445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/season-of-love.html' title='The season of Love...'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZVtSwoQmOI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ofEVT06a1Lo/s72-c/yellow+bucket+and+daisies%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-3482714027491410752</id><published>2009-02-12T10:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:50:02.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Miss Perfect as Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Guyz, Have you met her? The Miss Perfect, I mean. From 'homely' to 'professional'. And from being 'simple' to 'sexy' the definition of Miss Perfect has changed for many men. They want their women beautiful, intelligent and in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What men looks first in girls. Great looks and a heart of gold? That was the answer I found in search engines. Yeah, great looks and a golden heart is fine. The one with a good heart can always be trusted. In today's troubled time it is really difficult to find this kind of girl. If you did find, there you go! Catch hold of her, don't leave her.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Men usually prefer women who makes him smile during his bad times. When men return from their works, they would be happy to find someone with excited eyes, naughty smile. Ahh! Won't then the life be happy always if it is so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yeah, some men are not the ones who think about all these. They hang the board "Love me at your own risk" and there they go loosing their loved ones! Though they understand it later after experiencing the loneliness without the loved girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also, men admit that they seek a woman who is attractive to them. Most men are not these kinds but some are! They don't want a model but they do take pride in having a girlfriend who looks beautiful. So it means that men fall for a woman because he is pleased by her looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The women could be independent but she needs to be the kinds who your family also likes. They need someone who they can take home and introduce to the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All it takes is - Love.. what men needs is Miss Perfect i.e Homely, Professional, Lover, Charming, Trusty, Independent, and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now as the Valentine's day is around the weekend, isn't it the perfect time for you guys to find your Miss Perfect? Who knows she could be the girl next door! Stay alert! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.S : This is just a random post! I have only expressed my views. There are no hard feelings or anything as such towards men or women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-3482714027491410752?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3482714027491410752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=3482714027491410752&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3482714027491410752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/3482714027491410752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-perfect-as-valentine.html' title='Miss Perfect as Valentine!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5349491591648936697</id><published>2009-02-09T16:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:51:04.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Morning Alarm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZAQm2s93II/AAAAAAAAAXE/pfdUBxXwzsw/s1600-h/aaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZAQm2s93II/AAAAAAAAAXE/pfdUBxXwzsw/s320/aaaaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300755021120265346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One of my friend, I will call here as Miss X was sleeping as usual in the early morning. She is having her study holidays now in her college. Now did u ask why was she sleeping than studying? Well, she told me she studied the whole night. (Need to investigate about this later) Her parents had already gone to work and she was the only one in her house enjoying her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was awaken by a sudden noise outside the door. It was some fellow who came in front of her house and started playing some song in his instrument which was so loud! She was not in a condition to get up so she dozed back to her sleep. But the chap didn't go at all. He made the music louder and sang. I believe the whole colony could hear it. As he understood there is no response from the people at the house, he started calling them. Miss X who was quite pissed off from all the noises went out to see him standing at the door grinning at her. She was in anger but had to control. She returned back with a 5 Re note in her hand and passed it to him. What say? He did deserve it after a lot of singing and calling and yeah, waking her up? And considering from my friend's point of view, she gave him money for waking her up! It's just the matter of helping, u see! He helped her and she helped him..  I bet my friend will give me a good blasting if she reads this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5349491591648936697?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5349491591648936697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5349491591648936697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5349491591648936697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5349491591648936697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-alarm.html' title='Morning Alarm!!!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SZAQm2s93II/AAAAAAAAAXE/pfdUBxXwzsw/s72-c/aaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6478900937270986552</id><published>2009-02-04T18:43:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:54:26.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Innocence is always Unsuspicious..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What do you think about this post? not quite an interesting one, but yeah, I wanted to post it here so I did! This post is regarding something which I don't know or may be I cannot explain about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its just what I can tell in one word as 'innocence'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Few months back, I watched this movie.. It was strange kind, something which was very different. yet kinda blood boiling because people will surely get on nerves watching this kind of movie which is basically nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This movie was a flop! a complete flop.. Nobody liked the movie. people only liked one song.. the most famous song which ppl usually ask to play it for dedications to their loved ones! Yeah, the song is truly mind blowing. But I liked the movie more than the song!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maula mere maula mere!! Ankhen teri.. Kitni haseeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;U might have understood by now that am talking about the movie "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is the movie like?? A love story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kinda sort of! But there is something else too which is actually on what the movie is dependent on! The 'innocence'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anwar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is the story of a young man, an artist, who leaves his home and everything he knows in order to escape a world he no longer recognizes. All he ever wanted was a love story. Instead, his mentor abandons him and his best friend and his one true love betray him. Devastated, emotionally exhausted, he takes refuge in an old building, only to wake up the next morning to find his world turned upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mistaken for a terrorist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anwar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; finds himself in the midst of an unusual set of circumstances that resonate deeply with the modern Indian Condition and indeed with the Human Condition in this present-day global village. Surrounded on all sides by a host of characters who try and engineer the situation to their profit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anwar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; becomes the central character upon which the others base their hopes and their deepest desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A rabble-rousing Minister pitching for the popular vote; two journalists; one a nationally renowned TV reporter and the other a small-town scribe, looking to resurrect their careers and, as a consequence, their lives; a priest whose only concern is the maintenance of the status quo; and a senior police officer who only wants to leave, but must first resolve the situation... in any way he can. Through them, and through the other stories weaving in and out of the film, we discover a huge love story, plastered against the canvas that is India. And that, above all, is what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anwar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is about. About the simple human need to connect, to love and to be loved, and to believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But now remains Faith, Hope, Love, these three...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A must watch movie.. There is nothing like u can expect a hip hop song, a wonderful love story or anything like what u can tell that the movie rocks!! Its a simple story with a hint of love getting dragged by the innocence of a muslim guy. If you have patience and interest you will surely feel like watching it till the end!! [wink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have just uploaded the beautiful video and the gr8 tune that I love the most from the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Check it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21093eafa52a6c8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21093eafa52a6c8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330130040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E171E512DB10418DF0565DA22F4448DC0FB8E2.6877D17AFEBA006EB3B55128F392685F2D224A12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21093eafa52a6c8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIl17QGJtxBkq1KH7kLr1zENE47U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21093eafa52a6c8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330130040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E171E512DB10418DF0565DA22F4448DC0FB8E2.6877D17AFEBA006EB3B55128F392685F2D224A12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21093eafa52a6c8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIl17QGJtxBkq1KH7kLr1zENE47U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6478900937270986552?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6478900937270986552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6478900937270986552&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6478900937270986552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6478900937270986552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-think-about-this-post-not.html' title='Innocence is always Unsuspicious..!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4900357954014283629</id><published>2009-02-03T11:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:55:08.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><title type='text'>KK - Live in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the middle of the crowd, the loud sound, bouncing heads and cheering people- we friends were enjoying the Pro-nite with high spirits. The pro-nite event made us clap, made us jump in the air, made us scream and yeah, made us completely go crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The music mania which hit the stage by KK made us throw out our silence into shouts and cheers on 31st Jan, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;KK (Krishnakumar kunnath) through his voice made the night a wonderful one filled with plethora of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SYfmkuCu8yI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hVABrpfJiMg/s1600-h/DSC04312+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SYfmkuCu8yI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hVABrpfJiMg/s320/DSC04312+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298457005133853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had a great time joining the crowd, throwing our hands up high, with that extra noise, dancing on the beats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4900357954014283629?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4900357954014283629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4900357954014283629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4900357954014283629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4900357954014283629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/kk-live-in-concert.html' title='KK - Live in Concert'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SYfmkuCu8yI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hVABrpfJiMg/s72-c/DSC04312+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-6301603893189854559</id><published>2009-01-30T17:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:55:36.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>When heart sinks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;From Neha to Aadil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You are Always in My Mind! My every waking thought is of you. I am lost without you near me. You and I were so close but I dont know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Look, I know I have done you wrong but you hurt me too, with or without knowing you have ditched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cant believe you had let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I told you everything I told you things I haven't told anyone else and what did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You screwed me into the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You were my best friend, my hope, my dream and my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;when you were alone, I was there near you giving hopes. When your friends cheated you, I was there near you to control your anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You knew I loved you but still you did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess that is what happens when you fall in love with the wrong one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My friends would tell me all the time not to believe you, but that is easier to say than do. I thought there's no one in this world who fits me as well as you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess since I have taken a deep fall that I cant say good-bye to you easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am sorry for all that happened between you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The sweet words you told me still echo, the hopes that you gave me are still alive. I still feel the soft touch. Isn't it possible for you to come back to me.. Oh sorry, I know its not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I hate you and I do but at the same time I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If that makes any sense, you cant be apart of my life anymore because this is just not a forgive and forget kind of thing. It is my life, where I included you in it but you went out of it so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I fell for you and got a deep cut in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But you know what they say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"you can't lose something you never really had"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;******* Neha *********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-6301603893189854559?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6301603893189854559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=6301603893189854559&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6301603893189854559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/6301603893189854559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-heart-sinks.html' title='When heart sinks!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-4019056636999692992</id><published>2009-01-28T11:07:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:37:46.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><title type='text'>Making you Smile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, this is quite a cool meme! Writing it down to make u smile.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just found it on Sunday stealing and decided to give it a try. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cannon-fodder-meme.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cannon-fodder-meme.html"&gt;The Cannon Fodder Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Is there someone you'd like to be kissing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Yeah, a cute puppy. Though I don't have one near me, I wanna have it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. When you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Depends on the situation. May be, I am quite pissed off with something or may be uncomfortable where i am at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; I just heard my boss scolding someone. Still the words r echoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Are you a big fan of thunderstorms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Not really. But I would love to sit back and watch it when I am at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Do you believe in perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Yes, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Are you a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Sometimes yes and sometimes no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. What was the first thing you thought this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; That i was late to my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; A good long sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. Are you satisfied with what you have in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Nope. Still lot more to achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. Do people ever think that you're either older or younger than you actually are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. Do you think men truly understand women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; I don't think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12. How about women understanding men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; I have no idea about other women. But myself, yes I sometimes do understand men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. Did anybody ever call you handsome or beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; At times of flirting they do call me beautiful and many more... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. What is one fact about the last person that called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Called me? Through phone.. I just got a call from my roomie. Fact is that she quite moody at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. Other than your current one, what’s the longest relationship you have had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Current one? well, no relationship currently going on. And about the longest relationship I ever had, I don't want to talk about it here. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16. If you could wish for something over a birthday cake what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Lot of gifts and goodies.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;17. Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; Yeah, I do. I know it creates a big scene. but cant help it *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;18. Currently waiting on something/someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&gt; May be, both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey, wasn't this cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cheers to all us thieves! Anyone smiling?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-4019056636999692992?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4019056636999692992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=4019056636999692992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4019056636999692992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/4019056636999692992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-you-smile-jan-282009.html' title='Making you Smile..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-7012387311225047510</id><published>2009-01-27T15:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:56:31.120+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><title type='text'>Day filled with fun! Jan 26,2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A weekend get away with my relatives was what I hadn't expected. After a long time, I met my relatives and was with them for an outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was a gr8 fun and happy go-along which lasted whole day with whole hearted smiles and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-7012387311225047510?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7012387311225047510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=7012387311225047510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7012387311225047510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/7012387311225047510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiles-filled-with-fun-jan-262009.html' title='Day filled with fun! Jan 26,2009'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-5498824215996994070</id><published>2009-01-24T12:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:57:55.360+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Confused smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are few crazy people who believe in horoscopes. Hmmm, and I am one among them ;) The first thing what I do in the morning is check my horoscope. I also had subscribed to some web site where I get a short sms to my cell every morning which tells me my horoscope of the day!  Don't call me nuts now. It's just because I got addicted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was in the early morning today that I received a sms from them which made me awake all of a sudden hearing the tone. The time was still 7 AM. I thought that the people who send me this must have awaken quite very early. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The msg was in short as usual. Than mentioning about my horoscope it actually suggested me few things. Well, it goes like this: "keep ur energy a bit more under control, &amp;amp; dont get confused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ehh??? What was that? Aaahhh! Thats ok, If i get more energy, I will surely keep it for the next day. And what about that confusion. I have no idea. The sentence itself put me in confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just coudn't think any more about it. So I was back to sleep again. It was 9 AM when I woke up. I was quite late to my office and I had no time to think anything. By the time I got ready and was about to come out, I found one of my sandals to be missing. Who could have taken only one? Was I confused? I don't know! I tried to find the other one all over my room. After a great search, I found it with another pair. What was this pair doing with the other pair? Again confused! Now, wasn't I late to my office? Hmmm, I just ran like a cheetah.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reaching office, I was explaining my colleagues all that had happened. All were laughing out while I was confused, wondering why they are laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do I need to smile now? Thinking all about this yeah, I do get a smile, a confused smile..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-5498824215996994070?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5498824215996994070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=5498824215996994070&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5498824215996994070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/5498824215996994070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-jan-24-2009.html' title='Confused smile?'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-8561480824032177663</id><published>2009-01-23T12:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:58:19.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds'/><title type='text'>Nutty Stuff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is a long lasting smile, that I got on my face reading one of the blog. It's a great creativity from Chriz, the author of the blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/"&gt;http://www.chronicwriter.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; . He is just a wonderful humorous person that his blogs are worth reading and laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do check the link. Its quite hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-8561480824032177663?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8561480824032177663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=8561480824032177663&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8561480824032177663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/8561480824032177663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-jan-22-2009.html' title='Nutty Stuff..'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-1017334071724578576</id><published>2009-01-21T17:51:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:58:41.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><title type='text'>A cup of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was busy working in the evening at my office, when my ma'm told that if we wish to have tea we can prepare and have it. Pre info - she said it coz our maid who prepares tea daily is on leave for two days. If the maid doesnt come then my ma'm itself makes it. Since she was in no mood to prepare, she told that we can do it ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I definitely was not in a mood to prepare as well. So, i passed the msg to my other colleagues. They all bounced back to me saying that I have to prepare tea for all. I was escaping with so many reasons! At last, two guys told that they are ready to do. They both went to the kitchen and asked  me to stand and help them. Well, I had to agree for this atleast! So we three went into the kitchen and found ourselves quite confused thinking what to do next. We coudn't find the lighter to start the mini gas stove. We had no idea what the maid used to do. We thought of using match stick which was in the cabin of my boss. All of them pushed me to get it. Ahh! With great difficulty, I went inside and told both bosses that we are preparing tea and need the match stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ma'm was quite happy and she told that she would like to have it too! Ehhh? I was worried how she will have it coz I was damn sure that it wont turn out to be good. With a grin on my face and bit hesitation I asked my sir too. He told "no, thanks" without even seeing my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hmmm. I thought he is saved and went back to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We started to work on our project. Our objective was to prepare a good tea without any scoldings and the result.. we had to wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;With a lot of argument and difficulty we prepared tea where the milk was more and water was less. It was our time to test the project now. Well, being a tester I didn't wanted to drink tea. So my work was passed on to the next one. He tested the project ( in other words tasted it). We were eagerly waiting for his answer but as he had a sip, he replied back "Bahut garam hain, ek baar phir test karna padega, yaar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One, two and three sips, still his answer was the same. Oh man, thats not a good answer. Atlast, he told "Teek tho lag raha hain". Thankfully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We poured the tea to all the glasses and yeah, as I had agreed to them took the cup and went to ma'm with quite a tensed kind of grin on my face. She was delighted to have the tea. I turned to sir once again and told "sir, would u too like to have it?" He asked who had prepared it. My smart answer was "All together". He gave back a smile and told yeah, sure then. Let me come to the kitchen and take it. Well, I immediately replied "no sir, I will myself get it". He hardly heard it and was already on his way to the kitchen. I was worried that he will be cross now seeing the kitchen as we all had completely turned it upside down. But nothing like that happened. Instead he just entered the kitchen and picked one glass and calmly said "Thanks a lot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Phew! Quite happy on the successful of our project. I heard my ma'm tell "It's quite good".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, it was our time to have it. We had no tea left for ourselves though we three dont drink tea. ;) In an instant time, we prepared an instant coffee and drank it in the kicten itself. We had a gossiping session in between! With a hearty laugh and satisfaction on the completion of our project, we quickly finished our tea break. Ready to handle another project... [wink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I enjoyed! We enjoyed. All drank it! "I meant all drank tea" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-1017334071724578576?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1017334071724578576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=1017334071724578576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1017334071724578576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/1017334071724578576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiles-jan-21-2009.html' title='A cup of Tea'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206149268776308899.post-508721032095631835</id><published>2009-01-19T22:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:00:02.878+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A matter of language!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was having my dinner lately, where as my roomies had finished it before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was then, where when we heard a sudden knock on the door. We were quite lazy to get up, so we asked who it was from there itself. It was maidservant of the PG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When we opened the door, she started ordering us to switch off the lights and then sleep. It was not even 10 o'clock and she was barking like this. We kept quiet when she went to the next room and said the same. Our next roomies got wild and started yelling back to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was quite funny coz the maidservant was speaking in the local language where as those neighbor roomies of mine didn't knew the local langauage and were speaking in Hindi. It was a complete confusion for all those who were shouting. We three who could understand both the languages were laughing to death hearing their conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maidservant was completely puzzzled! Lol, we all laughed! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206149268776308899-508721032095631835?l=swethasmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/508721032095631835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206149268776308899&amp;postID=508721032095631835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/508721032095631835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206149268776308899/posts/default/508721032095631835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile-jan-19-2009.html' title='A matter of language!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16613382025368289823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
