<?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-5466930126347842099</id><updated>2011-10-26T23:52:43.619+05:30</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='blogaholic'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='me'/><category term='sad'/><category term='passions'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='songs'/><category term='orkut'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='talking'/><category term='photography'/><category term='exams'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='phone'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='homosexuality'/><category term='unwell'/><category term='career'/><category term='blabber'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='blues'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='sister'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Misty Meadows</title><subtitle type='html'>This is ME.. People and things I love and cherish.. My passions.. My entire life in a nutshell..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-3121133003115239339</id><published>2011-05-02T01:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:53:29.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Awesome!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so first of all, go &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't heard about this, it's a blog started by a person named Neil Pasricha.&lt;br /&gt;He has been putting together a list of things that he finds 'awesome'.&lt;br /&gt;He's counting down from 1000, and he's at 255 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is soo cool.!&lt;br /&gt;A list of the most awesomest things ever.!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, the smell of rain, bubble wrap, naps, getting cell phone service, everything put together..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if he's had just 'awesome' days since he started. His marriage broke up, his closest friend died. But through everything, Neil has been writing. He tries to find the awesomeness in even the simplest of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what we all should strive for. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the little things that bring a smile to your face. Remember the good times. Cherish your loved ones. Walk in the rain. Have a steaming cup of coffee. Dance to your favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee, it'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u67W07e5HA/Tb3As7Ow2YI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IfxM2Flny6I/s1600/Official-Seal-of-Awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u67W07e5HA/Tb3As7Ow2YI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IfxM2Flny6I/s320/Official-Seal-of-Awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601845389565155714" 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/5466930126347842099-3121133003115239339?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3121133003115239339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=3121133003115239339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3121133003115239339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3121133003115239339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2011/05/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u67W07e5HA/Tb3As7Ow2YI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IfxM2Flny6I/s72-c/Official-Seal-of-Awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-8703952865390482548</id><published>2010-05-26T00:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:23:04.069+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writer's block?</title><content type='html'>I want to write. Yeah, I really do. I can feel it inside. But I can't. My head's a mess, a jumble of thoughts, emotions, pent up feelings. And yet, my fingers sit still upon the keyboard. Heck, I can't even vent. =(&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back (hopefully soon).&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-8703952865390482548?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8703952865390482548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=8703952865390482548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8703952865390482548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8703952865390482548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/05/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-410574974016607436</id><published>2010-03-28T00:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:50:35.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends Forever?? And ever and ever....???</title><content type='html'>Friendship. It means different things to different people. Some value it more than life itself. Some take it for granted. Some don't think it's a big deal after all.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, friendship comes and goes. You make new friends, forget old ones, get back in touch with some, wish you hadn't got back in touch with others :P&lt;br /&gt;Being friends with someone and retaining the friendship, does require some effort. But when effort is all that you're doing, there's no friendship left.&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harveen&lt;/span&gt;. We have been friends since school. We have gone without talking for even months at a time. But we're still the closest of friends. I know everything about her, and she knows everything about me. And even though she might not call me, I don't mind calling to talk. There's no pressure on either one of us, to talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; once every day, or to meet up frequently, or to go shopping and all.. We let each other be, respect each other's comfort zone, and just try to be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship also fades away with time. You can't expect to call up someone 3 years later and still expect her/him to talk to you at 11 in the night. You can't be friends again just for the sake of old times!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the advent of social networking sites, you get friend requests from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;batchmates&lt;/span&gt; whom you don't even remember(or don't want to remember), a neighbour whom you've always known just by his nickname, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Billu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pappu&lt;/span&gt; and the likes, and others whom you've spent a large amount of time ignoring.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to strike up a conversation with someone from your past is one thing, but trying to re kindle a friendship doesn't usually work, not even with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; of friends. However, if both of the ex-friends make an effort, it can be done. But if all you get is a cold response, I think you should get the hint and move on. If the friendship would've been worth saving, you wouldn't have lost contact in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is, friendship doesn't last forever. Even the closest of friends lose touch, even the strongest of bonds go awry. Hanging onto someone just for the sake of old times doesn't actually bring back the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your friends while you have them. And later in life, if some how you do lose out on the friendship, memories are good enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-410574974016607436?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/410574974016607436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=410574974016607436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/410574974016607436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/410574974016607436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/03/friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.html' title='Friends Forever?? And ever and ever....???'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4656420353043073071</id><published>2010-02-17T19:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:37:19.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the 'unskilled' category</title><content type='html'>Okay so staying at home for 2 months, doing absolutely nothing does take a toll on you.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been trying out my hand at everything, trying to find my 'hidden' talent, as my career has temporarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flatlined&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to sketch a skirt design I had in mind, as I've got a (temporary) thing for fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently, this career option is a definite NO for me. The skirt I was sketching for a size zero model, turned into something for 'Mom N Me' :(&lt;br /&gt;A hand I was sketching to display my jewellery ideas turned into a polar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bear's&lt;/span&gt; paw :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pencil I was using &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a bit blunt.. But anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. The next thing I thought about was gardening. The serene environment.. The calm.. And the.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EEWWW&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;Earthworm&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gardening got the boot too..&lt;br /&gt;Who wants creepy things crawling around anyway? *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I tried out was photography..&lt;br /&gt;All I had as models were the roses in my house. So that's what I clicked (keeping a safe distance from the earthworms).&lt;br /&gt;And when I proudly showed off my vast collection of the roses to a friend, in every photography mode possible, with and without flash, zoomed up, blurred(purposely) and strikingly clear and I must say, beautiful pictures, his only (dry) response was- "They all look the same".&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would be the time to indulge in self pity and feel sorry for my lack of any particular skills.&lt;br /&gt;But no!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm made for something bigger you know? Like, maybe I could be Miss Universe someday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe The President. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, do I know what the current Cabinet is? Okay, pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Thinker??&lt;br /&gt;Nah! That shit won't pay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna go 'think' over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4656420353043073071?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4656420353043073071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4656420353043073071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4656420353043073071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4656420353043073071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-unskilled-category.html' title='I&apos;m in the &apos;unskilled&apos; category'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5788708858030639679</id><published>2010-02-12T16:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:34:57.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is in the air!!</title><content type='html'>It's the season of love, people!!&lt;br /&gt;With 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; February just a couple of days away, the malls are lit up, the gift shops are crowded, and the couples are being all mushy. Too bad that 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is a Sunday. Doesn't stop people from making plans for the day though, with well thought excuses doing the rounds.. "Preparations for the college fest, mum!!" or "Come on, we're just a group of friends going out together" and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what puts a spoiler to all these festivities are certain political parties out to 'cleanse' the youth of today and to 'do away' with the so-called western culture.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it who do these people think they are? Self appointed bastions of our 'culture'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is left of our culture anyway? When these very same party members shout out expletives in political meetings, throw around furniture at each other, is that our culture?&lt;br /&gt;When barely clad women dance around in the guise of a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Janmashtami&lt;/span&gt; Celebration', is that our culture?&lt;br /&gt;When people spit, urinate and defaecate in public, is that our culture?&lt;br /&gt;When a constable asks for '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paani&lt;/span&gt;' to actually look into your complaint, is that our culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are much bigger things to be corrected in our country, before even stooping down to creating a ruckus just because people want to celebrate love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that can create bonds between people of different genders, castes and even different religions and nationalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about corruption? Over-population? What about the many who are homeless? What about unemployment?&lt;br /&gt;Do these things really take a backseat in front of Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before labelling something as 'western' and condemning it, these people should ask themselves, what are they doing to preserve the culture of our country?&lt;br /&gt;Going backwards in time doesn't count as preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am doing any harm to my culture if I am in love with someone. I still celebrate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;, Diwali, help out at home and take care of my grandmother when she feels unwell. I think that is what real 'culture' is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day isn't just a day for lovers. It's a day to celebrate 'love'. Whether for your family, friends, loved ones, even your pets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As John Lennon very rightly said, "All you need is Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5788708858030639679?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5788708858030639679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5788708858030639679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5788708858030639679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5788708858030639679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-9078538386008126747</id><published>2010-02-02T00:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:05:45.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Comment on my pics!!!!</title><content type='html'>"I've uploaded a few pics on Facebook!! Check 'em out and give me a few comments!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have people said that to you?&lt;br /&gt;If you say none, then I really have to edit my friend list on my social networking sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm TIRED of my friends uploading their pictures and then specially text messaging me to tell me to comment on the photos! Is this why you uploaded your pictures? For everyone to see and comment(forcefully) - "Oh wow! So pretty!!", "You look &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt; babes!", "Gawd! Is that really you??"&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I feel like commenting is, "Get an &lt;em&gt;effing&lt;/em&gt; life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, uploading pictures is about letting people know what's going on in your life. It's about sharing your special moments with your close friends, never mind that your friend list goes up in thousands(that's another story).&lt;br /&gt;Is it really about how many photo comments you have? Does a few hundred photo comments make you 'cool'?&lt;br /&gt;If someone likes your picture, and feels like commenting on it, they will do it without you asking them for it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people have a life! They don't just sit around waiting for someone to upload their pictures and then rush to comment on it. And you asking people to comment on your pics just makes you a loser.&lt;br /&gt;So please!!&lt;br /&gt;Try to get a life...!! Or else beg, borrow or steal!&lt;br /&gt;But don't ask me to comment on your photo. As that just makes me and a lotta normal and sane people like me out there laugh at you in private.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, you do get your comment..&lt;br /&gt;"You look &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-9078538386008126747?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/9078538386008126747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=9078538386008126747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/9078538386008126747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/9078538386008126747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/02/comment-on-my-pics.html' title='Comment on my pics!!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-7990808965689559883</id><published>2010-01-08T13:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:15:11.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year??!!?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I don't feel like blogging anymore.. :(&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to talk about, a lotta stuff that needs to be discussed.. But I'm just not inspired to write!  :-\&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is only temporary...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm still waiting for my 2nd year exams! They've been getting postponed since over a month.. At this rate, I dunno when the F will I graduate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so in all of the free time I have, I've been surfing the net a lot lately, and I came across this Youtube channel of a guy named &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RayWilliamJohnson"&gt;Ray William Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to check it out....!!  The guy's &lt;em&gt;halarious&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;And he's the funniest dude EVAR!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- A very Happy New Year to everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-7990808965689559883?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7990808965689559883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=7990808965689559883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7990808965689559883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7990808965689559883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year??!!?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-1426739121828642826</id><published>2009-11-23T19:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:31:43.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Exam time!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year once again. The time when our university doesn't come out with a date sheet and I sit at home getting bored and doing everything in the world apart from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hate this.&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is surf the net the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made an account on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be online the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, if I don't do anything, what the hell will I even tweet about...??&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-1426739121828642826?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1426739121828642826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=1426739121828642826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1426739121828642826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1426739121828642826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-time.html' title='Exam time!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6012433606147465760</id><published>2009-11-04T00:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:49:23.847+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Loneliness knows me by name</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered, why is it that we always need somebody by our side.&lt;br /&gt;Parents when we're kids, friends during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adolescence&lt;/span&gt;, a lover when we're older.&lt;br /&gt;Is it actually a need for someone to be there, or do we just follow the trend of having a best friend, a confidant, and hence just look for someone to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a loner. A loner not in the literal sense, as I do have friends, but I tend to go by my own rules. I don't really like going by the set norms of our society, and I tend to listen to my quiet little inner voice rather than the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blarings&lt;/span&gt; of the trends and people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in one of my routine arguments with my father, he picked up a point which hurt me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I, having been the one to always come clean to my parents, had declared my committed status at home. I knew I'd never be blatantly supported for it, as this is India, after all.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted my parents to know, because I knew I had found someone whom I could trust and love and be with for the rest of my life. (May it be otherwise from his side now. Anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the argument, My father told me in very clear terms that according to him, I had got into a relationship because that was the trend of our generation, and not for any other reason.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what our parents take love to be? Just a passing fad or a trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it possible, that young as we may be, we can actually love someone in a true and pure kind of a way instead of lust or whatever our parents think it is?&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 22 in February. My parents have already started talking about marriage and all. I know they're joking as it'll take me another 3 years to become a graduate. But isn't it hypocritical to be talking about marriage on one hand and to be declaring me to be 'too young for these kinda things' on the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never fell in love just because everyone around me had a boyfriend to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I found someone who was just what I'd always wanted, who was just like me in some ways and quite different in others.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't following some trend in falling in love. I wasn't even aware I'd fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me one fine day in May 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe we always need someone by our side. I'm all by myself right now. After a good few hours of crying, I'm all alone and it'll be me who will be wiping my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always need someone.&lt;br /&gt;But for what it's worth, it's always good if you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to go home to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6012433606147465760?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6012433606147465760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6012433606147465760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6012433606147465760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6012433606147465760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/11/loneliness-knows-me-by-name.html' title='Loneliness knows me by name'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4345659693901156018</id><published>2009-10-18T13:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:30:15.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Who? Me??</title><content type='html'>I used to think I was a poet.&lt;br /&gt;I say 'was' because nothing can compare to &lt;a href="http://cherryantacids.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that two very different things can't be compared, but what the heck, I wanna be this good!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a better writer, fluent with my words, and my vocabulary ever expanding.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when did I let myself go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was 2 years back when I left journalism  to get into dentistry. And the only dictionary I started referring to was a medical dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to what I was. I'll be the voracious reader that I was, once again. I won't let the happenings of my life change the person that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4345659693901156018?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4345659693901156018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4345659693901156018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4345659693901156018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4345659693901156018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-me.html' title='Who? Me??'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4714257367846987672</id><published>2009-09-29T16:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:50:04.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>The movie of my life..</title><content type='html'>Films are easy.&lt;br /&gt;The ones with a happy ending leave you all mushy and happy and the ones with a not so happy ending leave you emotional and teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish life could be the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what your life would be like if it were the story of a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my life for starters..&lt;br /&gt;I would've been the popular girl, the one who aces the exams and still has the time to go out and have fun too..&lt;br /&gt;Guys would've been waiting on me hand and foot..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, that's a bit too much, but what the heck, it's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; story line!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've passed out of school with a 90 percent (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've got into the college I wanted, and instead of leaving the career I opted for, the one that I was actually good at, I would've stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;And I would've been a top notch celebrity news reporter.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the recent events of my life, my boyfriend, the only person I've ever been close to, wouldn't have dumped me after 3 years together.&lt;br /&gt;I would've been worshipped like a queen! :P&lt;br /&gt;(Getting a bit too much again, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've had the self respect not to call him day and night, crying and begging for another chance, despite the fact that it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have been cruelly laughed upon, I wouldn't have been hung upon, I wouldn't have been left to cry alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to wish for something dreadful to happen to me, like finding out I had some terminal disease or to get into an accident, just for him to take notice of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, movies are easy.&lt;br /&gt;It's life that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your story line be like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4714257367846987672?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4714257367846987672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4714257367846987672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4714257367846987672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4714257367846987672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-of-my-life.html' title='The movie of my life..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-9222233498963067248</id><published>2009-09-19T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:10:15.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Your fingertips across my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would never, never forget&lt;br /&gt;These images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it that&lt;br /&gt;Easy to walk right in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should have known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-9222233498963067248?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/9222233498963067248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=9222233498963067248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/9222233498963067248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/9222233498963067248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-lover-by-fine-frenzy.html' title='Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4008141918144480245</id><published>2009-09-17T22:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:11:09.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I will love you by Fisher</title><content type='html'>'Til my body is dust&lt;br /&gt;'til my soul is no more&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;'Til the sun starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;and the moon turns to rust&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know - will you stay for all&lt;br /&gt;time... forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give my heart 'til the end of all&lt;br /&gt;time... forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til the storms fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and we touch the last time&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4008141918144480245?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4008141918144480245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4008141918144480245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4008141918144480245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4008141918144480245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-love-you-by-fisher.html' title='I will love you by Fisher'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-3316562238560187688</id><published>2009-08-30T12:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:54:59.676+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions'/><title type='text'>Sony Shootout</title><content type='html'>Okk.. So there was this photography contest on Sony's website, &lt;a href="http://shootout.sony.co.in/"&gt;http://shootout.sony.co.in/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2 month long contest.&lt;br /&gt;Each participant had to put up a maximum of 10 photographs for the contest, under any of the three categories of Style, Smile or Moves.&lt;br /&gt;I put up my entries just for the heck of it, as I had nothing much to do, and moreover, I had this new passion for photography.. And guess what? I won the first prize!!&lt;br /&gt;I put up 10 pictures taken by me, and the one I clicked of my sister got the first prize under the Style category!&lt;br /&gt;The first prize was a Sony Cybershot DSC T-90 camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the winning picture-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SprQxi49bYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/11qgNpIePDc/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375838654817987970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SprQxi49bYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/11qgNpIePDc/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the&lt;a href="http://shootout.sony.co.in/winner1.aspx"&gt; link &lt;/a&gt;for the winner's list.&lt;br /&gt;My name would be under the winners for the month of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't get the support from the person I thought would be there for me, I still am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;So yayy to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-3316562238560187688?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3316562238560187688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=3316562238560187688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3316562238560187688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3316562238560187688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/08/sony-shootout.html' title='Sony Shootout'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SprQxi49bYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/11qgNpIePDc/s72-c/DSC01506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-3818244838893728536</id><published>2009-08-30T12:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:50:21.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>It's all about me from now on...</title><content type='html'>I have been busy with a lot of stuff.. A lot has happened in my life and my life has changed a lot..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go into the details as it would take a hell lotta time and it would definitely be boring for people who (still!!) read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to change myself and my personality and my outlook towards life.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I myself will be the most important person for me from now on.. I have cared a lot for others and now I guess it's time I cared for myself..&lt;br /&gt;So as the title of my post says, it's all about ME from now on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-3818244838893728536?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3818244838893728536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=3818244838893728536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3818244838893728536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3818244838893728536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-about-me-from-now-on.html' title='It&apos;s all about me from now on...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-623393974406679735</id><published>2009-04-12T14:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:29:18.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This song by R.E.M is one of the perfect songs to listen to when you feel low..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, what do you do when you feel hurt all the time?&lt;br /&gt;When the good times overshadow the bad ones like a gigantic black cloud?&lt;br /&gt;When all the love you have for someone seems to turn into desperation? And that person, instead of understanding the intensity of your love, accuses you of being a stalker??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that you actually feel is so much love that you just can't get enough of that person and you just &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;them to be there with you every time of the day whether it is possible or not.&lt;br /&gt;When you have let go of everything in your life, changed its entire course, just because your love means more to you than anything, and then you end up feeling like a fool for doing all that, as nothing you do is appreciated, or even acknowledged.. It is just flung away with a careless wave of the hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody asks you to do any of the things you do for your love. But you still do it.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Are you so madly in love? Or is it just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, why would you be desperate to do things for somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Just like that? Or would there be some deeper cause for it, like ..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. I don't know.. LOVE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everybody cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How do you explain to that person that while it seems you are stalking him, or clinging onto him unnecessarily, it actually is an intensity that you too don't quite understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to drive away the one person who means the most to you, just because you're being a stalker, would you?&lt;br /&gt;But how do you explain it to him that it's nothing else apart from these very strong feelings of love that make you do it? Feelings that you too, don't yet understand, as you have never felt this strongly about anyone else ever in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do to make him realise that you just want him close to you so you can be sure of his presence all the time?&lt;br /&gt;To feel his love and warmth all the time..&lt;br /&gt;For him to whisper a few reassuring words in your ears..&lt;br /&gt;To hear him declare his love for you over and over..&lt;br /&gt;No, love isn't measured just by saying it.. It will always be there, no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;But how do you let him know that you just need a bit more of security, a little more display of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do all this without being told you crib all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Or being labelled humiliating things such as 'desperate', or the best so far, a 'stalker'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause everybody hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hold on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everybody hurts. You are not alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-623393974406679735?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/623393974406679735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=623393974406679735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/623393974406679735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/623393974406679735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/04/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-3083548343972341668</id><published>2009-03-23T15:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:42:54.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Loooong time..</title><content type='html'>It's been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; long since I last posted anything.. With the exciting events going on in my life, I just couldn't spare the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;My college had a Sports Week.. For all those saying- 'big deal' , my college never has any extracurricular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;.. All we do is study or just laze around. No sports, no cultural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;.. Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was quite a surprise when the authorities informed us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there'd&lt;/span&gt; be a Sports week..&lt;br /&gt;Though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; participate in any events, it was great fun to get together to cheer for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;batch mates&lt;/span&gt; and to boo down the others.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was to be a shield for the best batch overall... And though we were in the lead earlier, we ended up second.. The third year batch was first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; participate in the sports events, I did have an important role to play.. (Apart from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;.. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Me n my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vrinda&lt;/span&gt;, along with 4 other girls, had to dress up in formal Indian attire to be escorts for the chief guests at the closing ceremony of the sports week.. :P&lt;br /&gt;We also handed out the certificates and the medals and shields.. So I guess I did have quite an important role after all, as without me, the winners wouldn't have got their due..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316327599470780130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/ScdjyNwPnuI/AAAAAAAAARU/H0Mo0uCWcPw/s320/IMG1272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great day.. And a welcome change from the boring routine we all had settled into..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&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/5466930126347842099-3083548343972341668?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3083548343972341668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=3083548343972341668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3083548343972341668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3083548343972341668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/03/loooong-time.html' title='Loooong time..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/ScdjyNwPnuI/AAAAAAAAARU/H0Mo0uCWcPw/s72-c/IMG1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5275019120689309600</id><published>2009-02-09T17:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:38:33.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!</title><content type='html'>I turned 21 yesterday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started at 12 in the night when I started getting calls from friends and cousins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Arushi comes out with this birthday cake and a gift and a card..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ-xUV0wI/AAAAAAAAAWE/MrylCi4WK8w/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758314756363010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ-xUV0wI/AAAAAAAAAWE/MrylCi4WK8w/s320/DSC01278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_AhTcGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mTONmAh1a_0/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758318837264482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_AhTcGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mTONmAh1a_0/s320/DSC01295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_oOln0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/KML-W4xlWoM/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758329496182594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_oOln0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/KML-W4xlWoM/s320/DSC01309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayy.. Fashion!! My current fave movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_a-gaOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Knjy6Bkecrw/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758325939071202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ_a-gaOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Knjy6Bkecrw/s320/DSC01304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy B'day to Me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ-x9vlII/AAAAAAAAAWM/IIsDlFpzjMI/s1600-h/DSC01285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758314930017410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ-x9vlII/AAAAAAAAAWM/IIsDlFpzjMI/s320/DSC01285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the morning.. And of course, Akash's call to confirm the plan of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not exactly &lt;em&gt;confirm&lt;/em&gt;, as he didn't even tell me where we'd be going..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he just told me to get ready and leave.. and told to bring Arushi along..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he came to pick me up near my place.. Gave me a hug.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he took us to Barbecue Nation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lovely lunch.. With everything from appetizers, to the proper main course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since he had booked a table for four, as he had thought of inviting one of my friends over, but that didn't materialize, we called over Arushi's boyfriend, who coincidentally, is also named Akash.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMMAkvpOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sJCJ9ADJUkI/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the lunch, I even got a surprise birthday cake from the people at BBQ Nation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMMqRStTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9TKFtr_oM4U/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323760752405951794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMMqRStTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9TKFtr_oM4U/s320/DSC01325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMMb-dwjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pVSZb71pLpg/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323760748568887858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMMb-dwjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pVSZb71pLpg/s320/DSC01324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to see Slumdog Millionaire.. Which was a huge tragedy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not at all deserving of all the accolades heaped onto it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, we didnt let that spoil the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when we were almost home, did Akash give me my gift.. It was this very cute MP3 player.. With 4 GB of memory!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Since I'd lost my phone in Jan, and he didn't want me to be getting bored at my hostel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMM0MV8nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0aVvo9XkMlo/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323760755069547122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHMM0MV8nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0aVvo9XkMlo/s320/DSC01423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best birthdays of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanx Arushi.. And thanx Akash..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5275019120689309600?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5275019120689309600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5275019120689309600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5275019120689309600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5275019120689309600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SeHJ-xUV0wI/AAAAAAAAAWE/MrylCi4WK8w/s72-c/DSC01278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-1348441390509355348</id><published>2009-01-26T16:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:44:19.547+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Temple Trauma</title><content type='html'>As I'd mentioned in my last post, me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; had been having a few problems now and then..&lt;br /&gt;So he was trying his best to smooth things out.. So even after a massive argument on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; me out on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.. And to inculcate a sense of spirituality in the atheist that I am, he took me to Lotus Temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful place, and we sat there praying for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;And as we were leaving, he went to collect our shoes.. And that's where somebody nicked both our cell phones from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Same handset, same model.. Our precious Sony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ericsson&lt;/span&gt; W700i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;We ran all the way from the entrance to the exit.. enquiring from every security guard if anybody had deposited a lost phone..&lt;br /&gt;But well, who would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the police station to lodge an FIR.. But, as luck is never on our side, the person who would put up our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMEI&lt;/span&gt; nos. for tracking, was not there at that time.. And the next day, being 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;, was a national holiday..&lt;br /&gt;But the police official in charge was very helpful.. He made us write proper complaints.. In fact, dictated the entire complaint to be written.. As we both were too busy crying.. :(&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I was.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; being a guy, didn't. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all was the fact that what would I tell my folks.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'd told them I was going out with a girl friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;Finally I told them I'd lost my phone, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; came over to help me out with the FIR formalities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The story till now is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; has to go back to the police station tomorrow to file proper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FIRs&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And I'll check in with the police on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; as I'll be in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Modinagar&lt;/span&gt; during the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get my phone back.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't just any phone.. It was something that I'd got after waiting for a long time. And I'm not the sort who can pester her parents to buy a new phone immediately.. No matter how much my parents feel that I'm an ungrateful child..&lt;br /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I would've prayed for a miracle to happen. But now, after losing something as important as my phone in a place of worship, I've lost all my faith all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anybody who does believe in the power of prayer, please do pray for me..&lt;br /&gt;And others, please hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so for a relaxing weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-1348441390509355348?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1348441390509355348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=1348441390509355348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1348441390509355348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1348441390509355348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/01/temple-trauma.html' title='Temple Trauma'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-8040815869843097702</id><published>2009-01-17T23:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:56:37.472+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Home for the weekend..</title><content type='html'>6 days of college sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I want a 5 day week..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Half day on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; doesn't make &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; difference.&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only silver lining of today was that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; came all the way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Modinagar&lt;/span&gt; to pick me up from my college.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;The guy went to his college in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Faridabad&lt;/span&gt; in the morning for his practical, drove down half way to Delhi after that, then came to my college to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love him.&lt;br /&gt;No, not because of the free rides..&lt;br /&gt;But because he's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd been having a rough time since a few days.. And so he decided to come all the way just to make my day special.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Even though we fought again.. And I cried half the way back.. :P&lt;br /&gt;But just that he came all the way was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweetheart.. But I guess I've already said that..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did punch him for making me cry though. So I guess we're even..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'd just like to say this to my guy- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you.. No matter what, no matter how much we fight, or how much I cry, or how much we shout at each other, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's it for the weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-8040815869843097702?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8040815869843097702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=8040815869843097702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8040815869843097702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8040815869843097702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-for-weekend.html' title='Home for the weekend..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6239353246860712787</id><published>2009-01-11T00:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:22:04.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stress+tension+anger=depression</title><content type='html'>Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;2nd year sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;Soo many subjects, crappy teachers, and a sense of overwhelming despair.. No wonder I'm depressed and cranky..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;And just when you expect a little bit of support from people, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Far from support, you get nothing at all.. Not even a shoulder to lean on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. I'm falling back into the depressed and sad phase of mine..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh..&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it I had a good news to share.. That I cleared my 1st year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 2nd year has had me completely stressed out and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is here..&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how quickly time passes..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna turn 21 in less than a month!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all this tension wouldn't be eating me up, I would actually be enjoying this phase..&lt;br /&gt;New classes, new subjects, new books..&lt;br /&gt;New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very Happy New Year to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;(I know I'm late, but well, I don't have an internet connection in my hostel..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6239353246860712787?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6239353246860712787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6239353246860712787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6239353246860712787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6239353246860712787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2009/01/stresstensionangerdepression.html' title='Stress+tension+anger=depression'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5966362202383883164</id><published>2008-12-26T20:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:23:03.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>8 random things about me</title><content type='html'>So Arushi tagged me for this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. 8 random things about me...&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very emotional.. I can shed tears watching a movie or even listening to a song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a dreamer.. I think a lot about everything, including my future.. I dream about what my life would be, where I would live.. and a lot more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love music. Listening to it, singing, writing songs.. I can go from moody and irritable to happy and chirpy just by listening to a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't have many friends. I don't know whether it's because there's something wrong with me, or whether I myself don't make an effort.. But I'm fine with it, because the few people I call my friends, are the best I can get :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I look almost exactly like my mother. Random people on the street get to know that we're mum n daughter. My mother's photos, when she was my age, are exactly like what I look now. People say we look similar soo many times that it gets kinda creepy.. :P But I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to live in California someday. I don't know what really influenced this decision of mine. Maybe the unlimited shows I've watched, or maybe the attraction to the limelights a la Hollywood.. But I know that someday I will be there for sure! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wanted to be a celebrity news reporter.. Someone like Giuliana DePandi. I love the way she talks.. She would've been a huge influence had I not dropped Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm BORED.. Sorry but I had nothing left to say.. But this thing is true too, that I'm bored of my stagnant life. So I've been trying to make a few changes in my life.. Like going back to what I'm best at, writing.. Pursuing my hobby of photography more seriously.. Trying to find people to form a band.. And some more stuff..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were 8 random things about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I wanna tag for this -&lt;br /&gt;Akash n Meghna&lt;br /&gt;And everybody else who finds it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG.. You're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5966362202383883164?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5966362202383883164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5966362202383883164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5966362202383883164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5966362202383883164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-random-things-about-me.html' title='8 random things about me'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-481124088355974957</id><published>2008-12-25T18:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:56:28.798+05:30</updated><title type='text'>December, Winter and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love this time of the year..&lt;br /&gt;The shivers, the icy wind, the chilly nights, the layers of clothing, the socks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooohh&lt;/span&gt; i love everything about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your cheeks turn numb when you're out.. And flushed pink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a cup of coffee with your beloved..&lt;br /&gt;Going out shopping (or rather, window shopping) with friends..&lt;br /&gt;The misty mornings and the cold nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;..!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not a christian, I still love Christmas.. For all the rituals.. and traditions.. and stories.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing everybody a Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a cold and chilly winter..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SVTbYvIYA9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4vIgRvfUTc8/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284089480827372498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SVTbYvIYA9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4vIgRvfUTc8/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&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/5466930126347842099-481124088355974957?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/481124088355974957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=481124088355974957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/481124088355974957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/481124088355974957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-winter-and-christmas.html' title='December, Winter and Christmas'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SVTbYvIYA9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4vIgRvfUTc8/s72-c/christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-7748794801880437779</id><published>2008-12-18T20:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:35:41.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Day Out</title><content type='html'>Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meghna&lt;/span&gt; met today after a really long time.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And decided to check out the 48°C festival, a first of its kind endeavour, which used art as a medium to raise public awareness about various ecological and environmental crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were initially quite excited about it, thinking that it would be held on a large scale and would be attended by quite many people. But we were disappointed. There wasn't much of a gathering. And as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meghna&lt;/span&gt; rightly said, it wasn't a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; Night' , so why would people bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBf_m7J6I/AAAAAAAAALw/m_e1qaDYpUE/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281175899695949730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBf_m7J6I/AAAAAAAAALw/m_e1qaDYpUE/s320/DSC00871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we were interested, and we did ask around about everything that we could. We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jantar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mantar&lt;/span&gt;, which was one of the places where a project of the festival was situated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBd5tdbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/C0k_h49aZHM/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281175863753010370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBd5tdbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/C0k_h49aZHM/s320/DSC00869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBezzFBpI/AAAAAAAAALo/yAE4k-3xqHI/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281175879345833618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBezzFBpI/AAAAAAAAALo/yAE4k-3xqHI/s320/DSC00870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barakhamba&lt;/span&gt; Road, where another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt; was placed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBgXf3O5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ay9Xf1xF8Lc/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281175906108783506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBgXf3O5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ay9Xf1xF8Lc/s320/DSC00899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBgzHOOXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jnpsd2S8etU/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281175913521625458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBgzHOOXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jnpsd2S8etU/s320/DSC00913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a nice day, a proper girl's day out after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long! (due to the lack of friends in my life).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the photographs will be uploaded later on our new &lt;a href="http://photoblog-mm.blogspot.com/"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-7748794801880437779?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7748794801880437779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=7748794801880437779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7748794801880437779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7748794801880437779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Day Out'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SUqBf_m7J6I/AAAAAAAAALw/m_e1qaDYpUE/s72-c/DSC00871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-7822214410074263745</id><published>2008-12-16T16:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:05:55.651+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'VE BEEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SR0m4JoWcxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tl_yKDWYLp4/s1600-h/tagged.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268409885193040658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SR0m4JoWcxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tl_yKDWYLp4/s200/tagged.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk.. so meghna tagged me.. and here I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 names I go by apart from Ipshita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Misty&lt;br /&gt;2. Mish&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things that scare me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Insects, creepy crawlies.. eeww!&lt;br /&gt;2. The dark (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;3. Huge water bodies (though I'm a pretty good swimmer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people who make me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Akash&lt;br /&gt;2. Arushi&lt;br /&gt;3. Harveen (aka puchi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading books (fiction basically)&lt;br /&gt;3. Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Liars and hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;2. Grand viva (Oh how i hate exams!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Traffic.. and cars honking all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stocks and shares and bonds and all that kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. Where does all the money we pay in taxes go&lt;br /&gt;3. How can girls spend hours and hours in front of the mirror.. that too daily!! I can't do that even before a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things on my desk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My pc&lt;br /&gt;2. A bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;3. My landline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I'm doing right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to the non stop blabbering of my sister&lt;br /&gt;2. Checking out other sites&lt;br /&gt;3. Thinking.. that how much self analysis I have to do to write this out.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I want to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get married and have a happy and content married life with 4 kids (yes, 4!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Be rich enough to afford all the things that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I can't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stand for hours in front of the mirror and straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit down to study and not budge for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to a really good song and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; sing along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I think you should listen to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vertical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;2. The Script&lt;br /&gt;3. Robbie Robertson- Shine your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 shows I watched as a kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the boss&lt;br /&gt;2. Full House&lt;br /&gt;3. I dream of jeanie (and 'Bewitched' later on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I want in a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Respect&lt;br /&gt;3. The thrill and excitement (that happens in the first few months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll put in things about akash.. cuz as cheesy as it may sound, I've really never noticed anything about other guys.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;1. His hands.. cuz mine are almost half in size compared to his.&lt;br /&gt;2. Umm.. arm hair.. :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyebrows (shouldn't be too wild, but not plucked.. ugh.. plz.. leave that for the women...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my favourite hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Singing and listening to music&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreaming about and planning for the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 beverages I drink regularly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coca Cola (or Pepsi, doesn't seem any different)&lt;br /&gt;2. Frooti (or maaza, or slice, or whateva!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tea/Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I like about myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S- All of these will &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; be contradicted by a certain someone! :P)&lt;br /&gt;1. I make friends for life.. I value the people in my life, and try to keep them forever.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can put aside my troubles or whatever I'm going through to listen to others.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm sincere and serious about whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I hate about myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My looks :(&lt;br /&gt;2. I am too emotional and sentimental&lt;br /&gt;3. I can almost never stand my ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my everyday essentials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skin lotion&lt;br /&gt;2. Deo/talc&lt;br /&gt;3. Lip balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I am wearing right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My trademark skirt (yup, even in winters!)&lt;br /&gt;2. My old, fuzzy woollen winter coat&lt;br /&gt;3. A worn out tee&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, i know, I'm sloppy.. But it's winter.. and I'm at home.. Oh well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 truths and a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've never smoked&lt;br /&gt;2. I've never shop lifted&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been in only 1 relationship ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people I want to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akash..&lt;br /&gt;And anybody else who finds this interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG.. You're it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-7822214410074263745?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7822214410074263745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=7822214410074263745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7822214410074263745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7822214410074263745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SR0m4JoWcxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tl_yKDWYLp4/s72-c/tagged.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6978118994985595837</id><published>2008-12-15T15:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:51:54.637+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Back home... finally!!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally through with my exams.. i was supposed to have a break between the theory and practical exams, but that didn't happen.. So here i am, back home after a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time..&lt;br /&gt;And blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my exams went fine.. Not very well though.. :(&lt;br /&gt;But still, not bad either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have a break for a week, after which my classes for the second year start.. That's on 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fete&lt;/span&gt; on 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, for which i came home for a day, just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; one thing me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;akash&lt;/span&gt; go for every year..&lt;br /&gt;and moreover, he was gonna take me over to his place before the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fete&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[now don't get any naughty thoughts, he wanted me to meet his family.. :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fete&lt;/span&gt; was great.. We enjoyed a lot.. And the very next morning, i had to rush to my college, as i had my final practical that day..&lt;br /&gt;So imagine spending the entire day out, and then getting barely a few hours of sleep, and then getting up at 5:30 the next morning, travelling 2 hours to reach your college, and then rushing for your practical!!&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds quite hectic..&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a quick recap into what all happened in the past few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm home, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be posting a lot more frequently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6978118994985595837?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6978118994985595837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6978118994985595837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6978118994985595837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6978118994985595837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-home-finally.html' title='Back home... finally!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-7488580853072822085</id><published>2008-11-24T22:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:42:02.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Women</title><content type='html'>Yayy! I'm on the front page of &lt;a href="http://bloggingwomen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogging Women&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;(well, atleast for today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggingwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/misty-meadows.html"&gt;Check me out..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not be a big deal.. maybe..&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been on the front page anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yayy to me!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-7488580853072822085?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/7488580853072822085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=7488580853072822085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7488580853072822085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/7488580853072822085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging-women.html' title='Blogging Women'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-8393718933381696032</id><published>2008-11-24T21:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:04:09.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>It's been loooong...</title><content type='html'>It was ages ago that I last posted.. But now I'm back.. Just to say that I won't be posting for another couple of weeks... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams (yup, the ones which were getting delayed like hell), are finally commencing from the 1st of December..&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, I don't feel the slightest bit of anxiety. Nah, not that I'm confident. I dunno a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;!!! It's just that I'm prone to panic attacks only at the &lt;em&gt;very last&lt;/em&gt; moment.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm leaving for my hostel tomorrow or day after.. So that atleast looking at people studying around me might just shock me into accepting reality.. And my friends like Vrinda and Swati might coerce me into studying.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. a li'l bit of catching up to do..&lt;br /&gt;There was this thing about forming a band.. I found this girl on an online community for musicians.. and she rocks!! She plays the guitar fabulously, she sings pretty well (though she refuses to accept that), she can play the drums, electric as well as acoustic guitar, bass guitar, harmonica...&lt;br /&gt;She is a thorough professional... And me, my sis and my boyfriend are complete novices.. So it bothers us a bit whether we would be able to get along or not..&lt;br /&gt;I also believe she would be better off with people with a li'l more experience than us.. and maybe we should stick to people like us, people who don't know a thing! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's gonna be a NO :(&lt;br /&gt;Which is bad, cuz she's great..&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's all for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my exams start from 1st..&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy, Histology, Embryology on 1st&lt;br /&gt;Physiology &amp;amp; Biochemistry on 3rd&lt;br /&gt;Dental Materials on 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days off maybe and then the practicals.. :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm already fed up.. and the exams haven't even started yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy..&lt;br /&gt;I might be back on 5th or 6th.. depends on my practical schedule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all around the 6th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-8393718933381696032?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8393718933381696032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=8393718933381696032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8393718933381696032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8393718933381696032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-loooong.html' title='It&apos;s been loooong...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6159591213633183206</id><published>2008-11-05T20:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:46:55.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Okk.. So.. I'm inspired!!</title><content type='html'>It's been days and days.. Of sitting at home, waiting for my exams to begin, getting bored, irritated and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do. No, it's not an exaggeration. I actually have got nothing to do. I can only study to an extent. Surf the net to an extent. Watch tv to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and my friend &lt;a href="http://mymemoirs-meghna.blogspot.com/"&gt;meghna&lt;/a&gt; decided to make a blog together. We'd been planning of doing something together for a long time. Like making a band, or a short film, or anything. But well, out of everything, the only thing to work out was blogging together. And quite naturally, as writing comes as second nature to the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I have something to do, other than irritating people out of sheer boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this thing has not only inspired me to write, but also to study, to plan, to dream and to make the best use of my time.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the best day today out of many so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I used to think I don't have any friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog would be nothing like my present blog. I won't be spilling out my secrets, or frustrations. This blog will be &lt;em&gt;serious business&lt;/em&gt;. We'll be writing about social issues, human interest issues, and stuff that's important.&lt;br /&gt;As we've not yet put in ample enough posts, it's still not complete.. But here is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://writersunblocked-mm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Writers (un)blocked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6159591213633183206?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6159591213633183206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6159591213633183206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6159591213633183206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6159591213633183206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/11/okk-so-im-inspired.html' title='Okk.. So.. I&apos;m inspired!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5882050681925560249</id><published>2008-10-21T23:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:06:13.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>I am tired</title><content type='html'>Why is it that just when you need someone the most, they're unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are people who are unwell, have problems in their love lives, or are generally just unhappy. And I'm there for everybody, atleast most of the time. I've been tending to my family, who's been sick since weeks(yes, ALL of them), I've been there to listen to people who have various problems, I've been there to guide people about their careers, and life.&lt;br /&gt;I might have failed at times too, i agree. After all, I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that after I've had a rather tough and emotionally draining day, I can't find a single shoulder to lean on?&lt;br /&gt;No one to whom I can pour out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love, friendship and all, just doesn't stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Sorry for the gloomy post. It has been written at an all time low, and it might be deleted later on.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5882050681925560249?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5882050681925560249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5882050681925560249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5882050681925560249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5882050681925560249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-8253832746162221811</id><published>2008-10-21T12:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:49:27.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Homosexuality- a sin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there's this article in Times Of India about homosexuality, and I'm inspired to write about something that I feel very strongly about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code states-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Whoever voluntarily has carnal intercourse against the order of nature with any man, woman or animal shall be punished with imprisonment for life, or with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to 10 years and shall also be liable for a term which may extend to 10 years and shall also be liable to fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There has been much discussion over this, as quite a few people, many of them celebrities, have come out of the closet and are quite open about their sexual preferences. And I say, WHY NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's wrong in having a different sexual orientation? Doesn't everybody have a right to live according to their own wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In our society, there have always been people who have been more interested in what's happening in other's lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like the neighbourhood aunties, who gossip about the teenage girl found to be roaming about with a guy from her school. And the wife, who comes late from office, and sets many tongues a-wagging. It doesn't matter whether the girl's 'boyfriend' actually turns out to be a brother, or maybe the woman comes late because she's handling double shifts to sustain her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is this mindset that we have been brought up with, and it is this that makes us peep into other's lives instead of minding our own business. So what if a person is homosexual? Does it make him/her a criminal? Does it make him/her any lesser than any of us normal, heterosexual people? Does it make him/her any less able to handle a job? NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then why the discrimination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our astute politicians are quick to term this increasing self realisation as 'westernization' and are even quicker to condemn it. I ask these people, have they been left out of the so called wave of modernization and westernization?? They have half naked women dancing on stages on so called 'Janmashtami Celebrations' and our politicians and various other party workers dancing along with them in inebriated states. That's OK, Homosexuality is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's time we let go of our centuries old beliefs, and learn to accept people without any prejudices. Being a homosexual is not wrong, not until you're being forced to turn into one :P .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time for us non-homosexuals to come out of the closet. All the talk of world peace and brotherhood can become a reality only if we stop judging people and take them as they are.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259519264299482322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SP2Q553k_NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gNhiGQsRhDU/s320/1266563081_fcb9cf0bc4.jpg" width="254" height="208" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-8253832746162221811?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8253832746162221811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=8253832746162221811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8253832746162221811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8253832746162221811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/homosexuality-sin.html' title='Homosexuality- a sin?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SP2Q553k_NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gNhiGQsRhDU/s72-c/1266563081_fcb9cf0bc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-8043309804888251967</id><published>2008-10-17T21:17:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:21:11.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>I want EVERYTHING! Is that wrong?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk.. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjKEu3UNXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RJlGT0U1ZCk/s1600-h/stethoscope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258174747603383666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjKEu3UNXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RJlGT0U1ZCk/s320/stethoscope.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a medical student in school. Being a doctor was my dream since i was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;But well, i didn't get through the medical colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went with the thing i was good at.. Writing.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I had topped my school in English in the 10th std Board exams (not that i am bragging, that is the only major academic achievement in my school life).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I took up journalism.&lt;br /&gt;I knew i could do well at it and moreover, it would have been an exciting career line. Perfect for someone like me, who gets bored very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came the entrances the next year, and i thought of attempting the papers once again.&lt;br /&gt;And i got through BDS.&lt;br /&gt;I even got through IP college, under DU in its prestigious course of Bachelor of Mass Media and Mass Communication (BMMMC). It would have been an amazing course, and moreover, i got the 4th rank in the batch of 30! I should've been there.. But well, this is me, So i took up BDS.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't like it, being a doctor has always been my dream.&lt;br /&gt;But the free spirited person that i am, i can't be tied down to anything.&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I am getting interested in photography. And my parents bought a Sony cybershot!!&lt;br /&gt;But then, how would that help me in BDS?? That's what mum says..&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to take up writing, photography and all as a hobby, but now i wonder how it would have felt to make a career out of it.&lt;br /&gt;DUH again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh&lt;br /&gt;I am soo confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm getting interested in these days is music.&lt;br /&gt;Well not &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; days, music has &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; been the most important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be good, infact really good in school(bragging again??!!?). But then i stopped practising, and now my voice ain't any good.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, i really wanted to make it big in music. I thought i would be really good. But then i saw all these reality shows, and well, accepted reality that i didn't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as i said, i can't be tied down..&lt;br /&gt;So me, my sis, and akash, are planning on forming a band. yayy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I can sing, I've been practising too, my sis plays the acoustic guitar, and akash has an electric one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BDS exams are being postponed, and i have another month or so to go..&lt;br /&gt;And all i can do in my free time is plan stuff, think of different things i want to photograph, think of a logo for my band...&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno whether that will actually ever happen, but thinking about and planning all this sure does make me happyy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, i want EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a doctor, a rockstar, a photographer, a short movie director, and.. umm... some more.. My mind will surely come up with other stuff that i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjLkpD1QFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aQUVvCASSgA/s1600-h/medals_rockstar_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258176395312709714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjLkpD1QFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aQUVvCASSgA/s320/medals_rockstar_big.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjLkXmBp6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvLrXCvMUYc/s1600-h/Photographer_Cartoon_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258176390624290722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjLkXmBp6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvLrXCvMUYc/s320/Photographer_Cartoon_2.gif" width="106" 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;Is it wrong to want to have EVERYTHING??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-8043309804888251967?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8043309804888251967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=8043309804888251967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8043309804888251967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/8043309804888251967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-everything-is-that-wrong.html' title='I want EVERYTHING! Is that wrong?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SPjKEu3UNXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RJlGT0U1ZCk/s72-c/stethoscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5497533446601386906</id><published>2008-10-13T12:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:50:35.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Check this out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my-immortal-akash.blogspot.com/2008/10/teenage-love-affair.html"&gt;I couldn't have said it better...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clipartof.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Smileys &amp;amp; Emoticons at Clipart of.com" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/xsmall2/2414_two_lovers.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5497533446601386906?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5497533446601386906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5497533446601386906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5497533446601386906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5497533446601386906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-1487650157662722511</id><published>2008-10-12T19:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:56:12.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mum's birthday</title><content type='html'>It was my mother's birthday on 11th. Like all parents, she wasnt interested in celebrating it. But we tried our best and finally got her to go out for dinner. With us, of course.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister is home..!! After 4 days in the hospital and a dozen tests which were all clear..&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with certain things going on in my life, I don't feel like blogging these days. So i won't be coming up with anything new for quite some days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for this time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-1487650157662722511?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1487650157662722511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=1487650157662722511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1487650157662722511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1487650157662722511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/mums-birthday.html' title='Mum&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-1047349655608537719</id><published>2008-10-05T13:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:43:18.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Arushi is unwell</title><content type='html'>It turns out she isn't better after all.. Last night her temperature dropped to normal.. And today morning went back to 103..&lt;br /&gt;She has been hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's good wishes will help a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-1047349655608537719?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1047349655608537719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=1047349655608537719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1047349655608537719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/1047349655608537719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/arushi-is-unwell.html' title='Arushi is unwell'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6541739477672266261</id><published>2008-10-03T23:14:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:45:34.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6 hours+3 places = FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-mum.html"&gt;Arushi's better now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel like a mum anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Infact i feel like one ignored li'l puppy.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy.. Putting that aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had an absolutely great-amazing-fun day yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Akash.. Did quite a bit in those 6 hours..&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hookah's, Vasant Vihar. Sadly, it didnt quite live up to the hype attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left.. and came to Mocha's, Defence Colony.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's one cool place!!&lt;br /&gt;But we had to go to try out a &lt;em&gt;hookah&lt;/em&gt; on the day smoking was banned in public.&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. had a greaatt Ferrero rocher shake there.. (&lt;strong&gt;YUM!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we came down to Ambience Mall, Gurgaon.&lt;br /&gt;(Yup, this all happened in one day!)&lt;br /&gt;And well, the rest.. ahem.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say we didnt quite make it out of the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6541739477672266261?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6541739477672266261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6541739477672266261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6541739477672266261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6541739477672266261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/okk-so-what-now.html' title='6 hours+3 places = FUN!!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4114243986577328144</id><published>2008-10-01T22:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:55:31.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>I feel like a mum</title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't yet introduced my sister. Well, her name is &lt;a href="http://girlgoesblah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arushi&lt;/a&gt;. She's in her last year of school. She's a pretty good debater.. thanks to the non stop talking she does at home!!&lt;br /&gt;She's basically a good person (it has taken me a lot of effort to say this, and yes, i have been paid to write the intro.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, Arushi's sick.&lt;br /&gt;She has been running a temperature of more than a 102 since last night. Today morning it was 104 and right now, it is 103.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up all night, at times pressing her legs and back, at times telling her she would get better by morning, and at times just feeling her forehead and placing a damp cloth over it.&lt;br /&gt;Today too, the entire day went by just sitting with her, taking her temperature and feeding her &lt;em&gt;khichdi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't sound as if I'm trying to indulge in self praising.&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me how we've come from being kids, to fighting and even hitting each other, to having midnight confessions about boys, to me tending to my poor sick baby like a mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiredness after a whole day and night of just looking after her, is nothing in front of seeing her sound asleep after hours of fever and body ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaah&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4114243986577328144?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4114243986577328144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4114243986577328144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4114243986577328144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4114243986577328144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-mum.html' title='I feel like a mum'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-3865662971454373145</id><published>2008-09-25T18:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:38:24.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>Yeah, I blabber.. So what??</title><content type='html'>Ok.. So let me tell you this story about a girl.. She used to be very shy, wouldn't talk much, wouldn't share her feelings with the world. Then one fine day, that girl turned into ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, nobody complained about her not talking ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i blabber.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm easily excited.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm prone to bouts of gushing about anything that pleases me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those small ankle-length socks, with different patterns, colours, designs..&lt;br /&gt;I've told Akash that i want a few of them as my wedding gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing?? Silly?? Stupid??&lt;br /&gt;Read ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New malls can have me going all gaga over the stuff available.&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets. Coffee. Winters. Rain.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, all of them &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to be talked about in full detail by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes that fit me perfectly and make me feel good, can have a biography written on them by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keychains, my latest indulgence..&lt;br /&gt;I'v got about 50 now.&lt;br /&gt;The cute unique ones make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I'v got about 50 roses dried and preserved. (thanks to Akash :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot shower makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's anatomy makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;So does F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title track of The OC lifts up my spirits.. I guess I'v told that to everybody i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And i can go on about things that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what??&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I'm happy..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-3865662971454373145?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3865662971454373145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=3865662971454373145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3865662971454373145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/3865662971454373145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-i-blabber-so-what.html' title='Yeah, I blabber.. So what??'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5912035604882730793</id><published>2008-09-25T14:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:12:54.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogaholic'/><title type='text'>Blogaholic</title><content type='html'>okk.. I admit..&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blogaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From thinking about things to write aboout, to reading other blogs, yup, i'm addicted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i sooo love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following a few blogs lately, and i can't believe how creative people can be!&lt;br /&gt;From a &lt;a href="http://meghna-mymemoirs.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&gt;college girl in New Delhi&lt;/a&gt;, to a &lt;a href="http://ashleyforrette.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&gt;photographer in San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;, to my &lt;a href="http://my-immortal-akash.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/a&gt;, people have soo much to write about!! And that's great...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i'm a blogaholic??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i solemnly swear I'l write as much as my creativity and imagination allows me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'l write stuff that's good.. or atleast I'l try..&lt;br /&gt;(This applies to posts after this one. Cuz i know the ramblings of this post don't come under the 'good stuff' category. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5912035604882730793?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5912035604882730793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5912035604882730793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5912035604882730793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5912035604882730793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogaholic.html' title='Blogaholic'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-2790222921869086433</id><published>2008-09-23T15:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:53:10.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjIK9gpduI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_DVAaocJ5B8/s1600-h/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249165456336058082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjIK9gpduI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_DVAaocJ5B8/s320/DSC07754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really had an interest in photography. Having done a lot of travelling wid my family, it was always papa who was interested in taking a lot of pics. And i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; looked horrible in each and every shot. So, no wonder, i absolutely &lt;strong&gt;hated &lt;/strong&gt;being clicked. Then came the birthday parties, school picnics, farewell party.. And i eventually gave up hoping that i wud ever look good; or even click a decent picture of anybody or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day, Akash told me about his new cell. A SonyEricsson, with a 2MP camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then began our interest in photography. From photographing buildings, cars, and endless number of pics of us, i had come a long way from being mutual enemies with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have the same cell, and life has changed. I love being clicked, though still not with as much enthusiasm as some people i know. But atleast i have the power of deleting a certain pic if my eyes are half closed, or if i have a crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'v also developed interest in different types of photography, from candid shots, to group shots, to various others which i'm learning by surfing various sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjHypZwYII/AAAAAAAAACs/_HvnXKUR-VA/s1600-h/sony-cyber-shot-dsc-s730~1330745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249165038621581442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjHypZwYII/AAAAAAAAACs/_HvnXKUR-VA/s320/sony-cyber-shot-dsc-s730~1330745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont have a digicam, though i'm pestering my parents for one. Till then, my cellphone camera works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography has also taught me to appreciate memories, good times spent with family and friends. May it be birthdays, outings, dates, or just clicking a pic of the sunset, a photograph makes you look back at those times with mixed emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166117530687954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjIxcpu2dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XfwJgyvsBOY/s320/DSC06259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-2790222921869086433?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2790222921869086433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=2790222921869086433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/2790222921869086433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/2790222921869086433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/SNjIK9gpduI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_DVAaocJ5B8/s72-c/DSC07754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-5561031112462018775</id><published>2008-08-03T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:24:31.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nanaji</title><content type='html'>Mr. J C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Agarwal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will always be remembered and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decribe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nanaji&lt;/span&gt;. Of course he was loving, caring and nice.. as most grandfathers are. But he was also one of the coolest people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'v&lt;/span&gt; known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i heard "hello.. misty..??" on the phone, i immediately knew it was him. Not because i recognized his voice, but because of the warmth it exuded.&lt;br /&gt;He was caring, and loving in a very special way. I still remember the way he used to smile when we went over for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;And the way we all got a bit of '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was he good to us, he was also a very smart person. Arithmetic sums that we used to take time to solve on paper, he could solve it all in his mind in a matter of minutes!&lt;br /&gt;That was one thing that i really admired about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a man of dignity.&lt;br /&gt;He would hate it whenever he was slowed down by his asthma. But he still managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time he was admitted into a clinic, i was out of town along with my family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mamaji&lt;/span&gt; informed us of the situation over the phone. We were shocked, and scared. I remember me and my mum cried.&lt;br /&gt;We came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; as soon as we could. He had recovered by that time. Still admitted, but much better.&lt;br /&gt;We were relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second time he was admitted, he went straight to the ICU, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; come back this time.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; gave me the news over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nanaji&lt;/span&gt; was very very special.&lt;br /&gt;Usually elders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get much respect from youngsters these days. I'm the same, i might not give my parents any respect.&lt;br /&gt;But well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nanaji&lt;/span&gt; was different.&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coool&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nanaji&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;We all love you&lt;br /&gt;And we all miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-5561031112462018775?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5561031112462018775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=5561031112462018775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5561031112462018775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/5561031112462018775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/08/nanaji.html' title='Nanaji'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-505328468759025646</id><published>2008-08-02T22:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:54:41.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>I'm happy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. so my previous blog earned me some flak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'v&lt;/span&gt; been encouraged (and threatened) to write about good stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;.. so lemme think... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naah&lt;/span&gt;.. just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to think that hard. My life is going pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in touch with my old school friends, which is pretty great! We have a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; fun together!&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the presence of a special someone.. who, may as i crib a lot, does care about me.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is family, and cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not as depressed as i may have sounded in my previous post..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was written just in a low moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back to the chirpy, talking nonsense, and talking nonstop ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loovvee&lt;/span&gt; music.. I used to pride myself on being a good singer, till i met this girl in my hostel who is amazing! Plus she's pretty, and tall, and has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looonngg&lt;/span&gt; hair! And she's someone who i consider a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to me.. I love singing. I wanted to become a rocker chick someday.. With kohl-rimmed eyes, jamming with my guitar on stage.&lt;br /&gt;But well, reality woke me up(or rather, my mum) and i took up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Duh boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write poems(as morbid and depressing as my previous post), and songs too.. In the hope that i will someday get to sing them to an audience!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My career.. dentistry.. I guess that's the 3rd thing in my life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; passionate about.. Though sometimes i wonder whether i fake the passion..&lt;br /&gt;After Music, comes writing.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about the people in my life. Whether friends, family or anybody.. If i have a connection with someone, it stays all my life.. even if i lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;And this is pretty evident by the fact that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ankit&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty close to, would never have to worry about calling me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the one who always calls.&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;(PS- i told him off recently. And i was gracious enough to accept his apology, along with the promise of a few chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;(PPS- Nothing of that sort happened :( I threatened him to get me a chocolate. He refused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so what.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, poor thing is so threatened by me, got me 5 chocolates! 5star! my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;However, i like to think it was love and not fear. Even though he tries to convince me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harveen&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sonam&lt;/span&gt;, my very very very good friends, are very special to me too. And we stay in touch even though we are in 3 different states. And no, our phone bills aren't much.&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a commercial for a new phone connection.&lt;br /&gt;We stay in touch through the most common and most popular medium of communication- Missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling low, i just give a missed call to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;harveen&lt;/span&gt;. And receive a prompt missed call back! The clouds part and my world is full of cheer once again!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but sometimes i really do need to talk. So i just send a threatening text to her, and she somehow, despite zero balance, calls me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this blog has made me realise how much i threaten people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should think over what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;This is how i show my love.&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;harveen&lt;/span&gt; will call me up at 2 am, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'l&lt;/span&gt; tell her 10 times how much it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sonam&lt;/span&gt; would tell me she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; feeling well and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'l&lt;/span&gt; genuinely worry and pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; would be bugged by me to death for not calling me, but he knows what he is to me and his importance in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ankit&lt;/span&gt; might refuse getting my chocolates(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still working on that though), but i still know he cares for me. After all, he calls me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chutkoo&lt;/span&gt;.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my life in a nutshell. Happy, Complete. And not so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I have people who care for me. And i care for them as much. I will do anything that i can for these people. And also some more who aren't mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me being threatening, well, i was the one who was threatened into writing a 'happy' blog.&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-505328468759025646?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/505328468759025646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=505328468759025646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/505328468759025646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/505328468759025646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy!!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-2174494165457378588</id><published>2008-08-01T16:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:02:55.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; my flaws</title><content type='html'>I had always been the shy, reserved one. While growing up, with relatives, school friends.. anybody can vouch for that. It was only after i joined college, did i feel like breaking out of the shell i had around me. Still i never spoke much (as my college friends told me quite often), but i was changing. I felt it inside me. Felt the need to be heard, to voice my opinions on certain topics, to have fun(i'm pretty bad at having fun, i dunno how to do it)..&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly developed a 'personality'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that i'm still bad at is standing up for myself. If a person criticizes me, I never try to defend myself.. Even if i know that person is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I dont take my ambitions or passions too seriously, and regret some decisions later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to change myself now. A little selfishness isn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've learnt, being a hosteler now, is that nothing is permanent. Friendship, love, affection.. nothing lasts for ever.&lt;br /&gt;You can be BFF with someone today.. and really hate them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's times, i dont think selfless friendship exists.. This might earn me a lot of flak.. but well, this is MY blog..&lt;br /&gt;I myself have been too caught up in emotions at times, only to be walked all over by some person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l stand up for myself and for my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l look out for myself first.. the world comes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live only once.. and I'd rather be selfish and happy than selfless and trampled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-2174494165457378588?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2174494165457378588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=2174494165457378588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/2174494165457378588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/2174494165457378588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-my-flaws.html' title='Me &amp; my flaws'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-4729947431180803839</id><published>2008-08-01T00:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:02:14.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Love Story2050- A Review</title><content type='html'>Don't be fooled by the title of this post. A movie is reviewed when it is a movie. Love story2050 had NOTHING out of the two words and one numeral in its title. There was no love.. As for the 'story' part, we should be maintaing a 2 minute silence for the death of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harman Baweja, a very promising new comer.. someone who i was actually looking forward to, is a disappointment. I use the word 'disappointment' as I'm bound by the limited expanse of my vocabulary. He had 'supposedly' been preparing for this movie for 3 years! Poor lad must have totally lost track of time, caught up in the element of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;He can't act even his life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;As for Priyanka Chopra, I think she's madly in love. Because i cant imagine ANY other goddammingly sane reason why she would do this movie.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope her love for Harman doesn't fade away as easily as the movie did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the success of Krishh, i'd thought hindi cinema had come of age in the science fiction genre.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i was wrong. The technologies shown in the movie, are childish, unimaginable and plain silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fact that the movie took 3 yrs to make, i wouldn't brag about it if i was the producer.. Or the director.. Or anybody related to it.. There is NOTHING in the movie worth even 3 months of effort.. The lousy plot could well enough be shot in 3 days flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why i went for the movie. Zombies must have taken over me.. or some sort of alien abduction that befuddled my mind.. Or merely the fact that me and my boyfriend were broke that day and the only show at Vishal was Love Story2050.&lt;br /&gt;May nobody ever go through the hellish torture we did that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveStory2050, R.I.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-4729947431180803839?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4729947431180803839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=4729947431180803839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4729947431180803839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/4729947431180803839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-story2050-review.html' title='Love Story2050- A Review'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466930126347842099.post-6020083767519706841</id><published>2008-07-31T23:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:05:28.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>My first blog!</title><content type='html'>So well.. I never thought of writing a blog.. Partly because i used to think of myself as just a listener.. Never felt the need to actually speak up or have my views expressed.. And partly because..well.. felt it would turn out to be another chore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I'd been talking to an old friend of mine (meghna.. she deserves a mention..) and i realised how much i love talking.. About my passions, my interests, my beliefs.. etc etc etc.. And well, since i cant always have people at my beck and call to listen to me (as certain people in my life are too busy.. no complaints though!), i thought of starting a blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since i used to pride myself on being a good writer, and since my current career option doesn't really let me focus on that, this blog is also something of an indulgence..&lt;br /&gt;So that in the discovery of my new love for talking, i dont forget something that i'l always love- WRITING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466930126347842099-6020083767519706841?l=ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6020083767519706841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466930126347842099&amp;postID=6020083767519706841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6020083767519706841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466930126347842099/posts/default/6020083767519706841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipshita--my-immortal.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146253637343785164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjsx00X7ZZ4/TVUeqsZ8msI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RnsAGHWNHBE/s220/DSC00276copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
