<?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-5744366706373882986</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:02:37.625+05:30</updated><category term='teacher day'/><category term='true beauty'/><category term='sad'/><category term='computer engineers'/><category term='teenage'/><category term='truth of life'/><category term='parents day'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='old memories'/><category term='euthanasia'/><category term='good friend'/><category term='diary entry'/><category term='smile'/><category term='miss school life'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='internet'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='cake'/><category term='vision'/><category term='raksha bandhan'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='beautiful memories'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='break'/><category term='special friend'/><category term='Bad Times'/><category term='school'/><category term='chenab tour'/><category term='Romantic'/><category term='play school'/><category term='random post'/><category term='life'/><category term='Picnic'/><category term='special people'/><category term='give suggestion'/><category term='say no'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pain'/><category term='god'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Bunk'/><category term='favourite lines of a college student'/><category term='true friends'/><category term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog of a computer engineer ! Its all about a walk through his past, present &amp;amp; future ; his theories ; his philosophies ! And most importantly his virtual world full of beautiful dreams !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3289008613447536117</id><published>2011-08-25T11:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:59:54.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Switching Off My Life for few moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDLuXkLSGmA/TlXoO6c-DRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RVljljqkH58/s1600/rahillife.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDLuXkLSGmA/TlXoO6c-DRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RVljljqkH58/s1600/rahillife.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes I feel a bit like a manic inside my head...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think my mind is like train tracks going off in all different directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Too many things I am always doing at once!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It all goes round in my head, trying to juggle it all and figure out how to accomplish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes it makes me feel anxious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It feels like there isn't enough time in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I live my life running, doing the things I have to do so I can do the things I want to do!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't want to give up the wants to's either... they are my passions and enjoyment. So at times its a battle with myself of what will I choose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is a whole thing to learn daily to choose what I do and don't do and I must remember that the 'to do' list is a list that is infinite one that is constantly being added to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Finding peace and serenity in all of this is so important, learning to find out rest and time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm thankful for every moment that I can do the things I enjoy and enjoy my life as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3289008613447536117?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3289008613447536117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3289008613447536117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3289008613447536117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3289008613447536117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2011/08/switching-off-my-life-for-few-moments.html' title='Switching Off My Life for few moments.'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDLuXkLSGmA/TlXoO6c-DRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RVljljqkH58/s72-c/rahillife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4791538873016145367</id><published>2011-04-26T17:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:52:29.599+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When life teaches you !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;open up your plans and damn you are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Was singing these lines from my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;song -I'm yours, and was enjoying my drive to college. Whenever i'm driving millions of weird thoughts run through my mind. And this time i was thinking what if i learn this song on guitar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and BAMMM !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bike speed - 60-70kmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Helmet - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Still Alive - Yes !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqTZnpEPuwo/Tba8fTD0D0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/A8OljKF7J40/s1600/rahil+accident+260411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqTZnpEPuwo/Tba8fTD0D0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/A8OljKF7J40/s320/rahil+accident+260411.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A cow came running in front of my bike. I got less than a second to react, and before i could do anything..i was in air, fell on my back, and another bang, helmet hit the road so hard that i went numb for next 20-30 seconds. &amp;nbsp;Have no memory of what so ever happened with me in that time. Next i remember was lying in the middle of a high traffic road. Some elder girl, made me sit, opened my helmet..could see a small traffic jam due to me and my bike lying in the center of road. The girl took me on the side, and i have no idea who helped me with the bike. I was shivering with fear. It took me 5 minutes to get control over myself. Mine mind was damn blank !! I stood up, looked down on my arms, feet, clothes. NOTHING at all had happened to me, just minor injuries. Started the bike, thanked everyone around. Continued with a normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And now i know, what no one was able to teach me, life taught me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Drive Safely and Slowly, and always and always wear a helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your life may not be important to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but for sure it is important to many other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respect Life !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4791538873016145367?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4791538873016145367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4791538873016145367&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4791538873016145367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4791538873016145367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-life-teaches-you.html' title='When life teaches you !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqTZnpEPuwo/Tba8fTD0D0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/A8OljKF7J40/s72-c/rahil+accident+260411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8313040080911444863</id><published>2011-03-22T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:43:49.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CHO3v-xeqdg/TYigGvA5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/67v3AO8uoVI/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CHO3v-xeqdg/TYigGvA5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/67v3AO8uoVI/s320/photo.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I Will Love You Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And the way that we touch.&lt;br /&gt;I love your warm smile&lt;br /&gt;and your kind, thoughtful way, &lt;br /&gt;the joy that you bring&lt;br /&gt;to my life every day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you today&lt;br /&gt;as I have from the start, &lt;br /&gt;and I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you, &lt;br /&gt;eternity is a step away; &lt;br /&gt;my love continues to grow, &lt;br /&gt;with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treasure of love, &lt;br /&gt;I cherish within my soul, &lt;br /&gt;how much I love you, &lt;br /&gt;you'll never really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a joy to my heart, &lt;br /&gt;I've never felt before, &lt;br /&gt;with each touch of your heart, &lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we say goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;whenever we part, &lt;br /&gt;know I hold you dearly, &lt;br /&gt;deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these seven words, &lt;br /&gt;I pray you hold true,&lt;br /&gt;"Forever and Always, &lt;br /&gt;I will Love You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8313040080911444863?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8313040080911444863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8313040080911444863&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8313040080911444863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8313040080911444863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CHO3v-xeqdg/TYigGvA5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/67v3AO8uoVI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-7336763061071384755</id><published>2011-03-16T20:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:26:43.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>We..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Relationship is not about you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;it's about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zQj_XXfWD0Q/TYDPZwOU20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/4j1iM31Ww7o/s1600/Me+And+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zQj_XXfWD0Q/TYDPZwOU20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/4j1iM31Ww7o/s320/Me+And+You.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-7336763061071384755?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/7336763061071384755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=7336763061071384755&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7336763061071384755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7336763061071384755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2011/03/we.html' title='We..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zQj_XXfWD0Q/TYDPZwOU20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/4j1iM31Ww7o/s72-c/Me+And+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-9119659273470583743</id><published>2011-01-28T04:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:51:03.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Probably, My Last Thank You !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today during a conversation with my friends made me&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;something, how things have changed, how my life has changed ..in other words moved on !! There was a two year phase in my life, a phase filled with mood swings, ups and downs with so much negativity. All i used to do was crib.. blah, blah and blah for every smallest possible trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And then, somehow,magically it was all gone. It was end of 2010.&amp;nbsp;So many people&amp;nbsp;knowingly or unknowingly were responsible for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TUH2_vnFGuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LbsrSu9rHZY/s1600/93545108%252C+Keiji+Iwai+Photographer%2527s+Choice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TUH2_vnFGuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LbsrSu9rHZY/s320/93545108%252C+Keiji+Iwai+Photographer%2527s+Choice.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You&amp;nbsp;meet thousands of people, none of them touch you. And then you meet that one person and your life is changed forever; in my case there were few such people. They just changed me inside out. I don't know, how they manage to do it but somehow they did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now i know my life is way toooo beautiful !! I'm facing just 0.001% problems of life..and when i see people with 99% problems smiling..i get a smile, that is worth so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love myself, my life, my parents, my family, my girlfriend, my friends..and everyone who has somehow&amp;nbsp;knowingly or unknowingly touched my life. I just don't want to hate anyone anymore. Probably life is too short to waste time for such silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I say thank you way too much,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And probably today for the last time, i want to thank each and every person that is responsible for the person i am. Love you all, sooooo much. A big waala thank you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Someone taught me to see life/things from the top..things we most of the time crib about have no meaning when seen them as part of our life as whole. So just let these things go. Love your loved ones. And also made me&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how beautiful our life is, and how beautiful are people that are part of it. Will love and miss her till the end :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-9119659273470583743?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/9119659273470583743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=9119659273470583743&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/9119659273470583743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/9119659273470583743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2011/01/probably-my-last-thank-you.html' title='Probably, My Last Thank You !!!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TUH2_vnFGuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LbsrSu9rHZY/s72-c/93545108%252C+Keiji+Iwai+Photographer%2527s+Choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2505531264474823126</id><published>2010-12-04T01:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:15:04.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euthanasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Euthanasia - his verdict for her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;uthanasia refers to the practice of ending a life in a manner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;which relieves pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He saw nothing, felt nothing.. compared to what they saw and what she felt. It's a story of a brother who was seeing all the pain from the distance. The sufferer was her angel sister, a sis who was fighting for her life. A life which she had just started living.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cancer was it, bloody reason for all the troubles of her life. In simple words, the army of cells protecting her body from external attacks, was now responsible for attacking it. It all began with a small stomach pain. And it was never better. He knew for sure it was just another pain and everything was going to be normal as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He could see all the signs, but he was always positive. Nothing gonna stay that long. And he was always wrong. Every update from the doctor was worst than the last update. It was almost 8 months, every possible thing was approached for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He could see her getting weak, and with the decrease in the body's potential to tolerate pain. Doctors knew it, she knew it, they knew it, he knew it..all could see feel it. But none, never in their wildest dreams ever had imagined it to come true. None wanted to believe, that the girl so&amp;nbsp;brilliantly&amp;nbsp;nice, simple, sweet and with the most beautiful soul was there at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The pain was untolerable, yet he could see her smile. There was no more peaceful sleep, nights were no longer a place to sleep. The pain was throughout. Her single cry in pain, was unbearable for him to handle. It was kinda miracle to see that smile every morning with such a painful night and day before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And one day she talked about euthanasia to her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She knew about the pain, she knew what she was asking for, her mom knew what her daughter, the&amp;nbsp;best-est&amp;nbsp;daughter ever was asking for. But all she could do, to take her away from such thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She kept asking it again and again. It was the most difficult thing she could ever ask her parents, her sister. But she did, the pain made her do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Soon came the last night, the last night he wished her "good night"...the last night she asked for euthanasia, the last night of pain, the last night he could hear her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last night, that painful last night for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God finally choose to end all her troubles, she was called up there at heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once she talked to him about her will to leave the world. He still revisits those memories, the painful memories, the beautiful memories, when she asked him to look for everyone after she leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If she would have had asked for his verdict on euthanasia that time, it was a no for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He wasn't that brave as she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s1600/brother+sister+%2528delusion-waves.blogspot.com%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s400/brother+sister+%2528delusion-waves.blogspot.com%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In This Fast World, Stop a While, look Around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Appreciate What You see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You never know whats gonna happen next .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then Why Worry.. Lay Back And Relax.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appreciate and Enjoy Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2505531264474823126?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2505531264474823126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2505531264474823126&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2505531264474823126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2505531264474823126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/12/euthanasia-his-verdict-for-her.html' title='Euthanasia - his verdict for her.'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s72-c/brother+sister+%2528delusion-waves.blogspot.com%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1018838950121245239</id><published>2010-11-27T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:48:02.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It Just Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078521118616636837"&gt;Nivruti Tagotra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 21px;"&gt;“Have you ever thought why you love me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“No idea.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;“Have you ever thought why I love you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;“No. Listen, love is never about why, when, where. You just love. It just happens.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;“I love you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;“I love you too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Sounds totally romantic, very sweet and makes you smile, doesn’t it? What if I tell you that the couple whose private life we just have peeped into does not have it that simple? That they have same doubts as everyone else. That they have fights. That they make mistakes. That they are not perfect in their relationship. But they are happy. Because they do believe love just HAPPENS. No conditions applied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;You have heard about unconditional love, haven’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Many people say unconditional love is the only one&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;true love.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;The only one pure feeling.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Others say unconditional love does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TPDoI1XlcWI/AAAAAAAAAew/ySzqh411r7E/s1600/i+love+you+butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TPDoI1XlcWI/AAAAAAAAAew/ySzqh411r7E/s1600/i+love+you+butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;For them I have some questions… did you mathematically predict your falling in love? Did you put conditions why, when, where, with whom it would happen? Did you control the way it happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;You know you did not, right? It just happened without you even doing anything, thinking anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;It is much later when conditions appear. Or rather expectations. Because each condition you put into a relationship is based on your expectations. You call your loved one, so you expect them to call you back. You write letters, you expect getting some letters too. You send hundreds of text messages, you expect to receive at least a dozen back. You are there for them when they are sick, you want the same for yourself. And that’s normal, I guess. You care, and you want to be cared for. You love and you want to feel loved too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Trust me, if someone tells you they don’t have any expectations or learned to control them, they are lying. Expectations are a part of human nature. You can’t suppress the way you feel. You can’t NOT want to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Unconditional love… is not only the love without expecting the other person to love you back. It is not just the care without expecting the other person to care for you too. It is not the love without any conditions, because you can’t control what you want and what you feel or expect. And you do have hope that things might turn out the way you want to even if deep inside you know that probably they won’t… Unconditional love is rather having all these expectations but being able to compromise with them, to deal with them for the sake of the love you have for that other person. It is like having expectations but accepting that they might not be fulfilled and be fine with it, because in the end, all that matters is that you LOVE them, and if you are lucky, they LOVE you too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Maybe not the way you want them to, but most probably they love you with everything they have got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;And then.. it just happens.. you just love… no conditions applied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1018838950121245239?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1018838950121245239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1018838950121245239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1018838950121245239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1018838950121245239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-just-happens.html' title='It Just Happens'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TPDoI1XlcWI/AAAAAAAAAew/ySzqh411r7E/s72-c/i+love+you+butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1844229080641086515</id><published>2010-10-12T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:11:20.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged Myself ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have tagged myself, from a fellow blogger's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite a while somebody tagged me, so i tagged myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10 How's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars? no scars yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? full family day :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment? Smiling, happy :) though having fever ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How did your night go last night? lovely one, though without any dreams :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did you do in high school? Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing ? i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? very less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money did you spend last month? Rs 2500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old do you want to be when you get married? 28+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old will you be at your next birthday? 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine what’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your mothers name? mummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do last weekend? no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life? family, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing? painting,&amp;nbsp;sketching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you last cry over? quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Music, a episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and talking to some frnds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you worried about? life after engineering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast? cheese grilled sandwich, yummy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight you’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? i guess no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? no never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been out of the country? Nopes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? must be some many of them, but dont remember any such now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Nopes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? Nopes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven who’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw? Daadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted? No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with? A friend !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you? My love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you last hug? My Maami :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the last person who texted you? Don't know, its been 3-4 months sms's banned in the state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? Obviously my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six where’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where does your best friend(s) live? skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you last go? College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you last hang out? its been quite a while, dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be? HOME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night? on my bed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five do’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think anyone likes you? Many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know the muffin man? :O Nopes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does the future scare you? Yes.. always !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your parents know about your blog? Yes, they do !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four why’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Skip skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Why did you get into Blogging? i loved the idea to write something in a virtual space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey? have fever and nothing interesting to do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three if’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be? to make everyone smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? Never :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring ? My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two would-you-ever’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? No, and i never wish that happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now? Yuuppieee…. I am always happy* see my teethes :D :D&lt;br /&gt;*conditions apply !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1844229080641086515?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1844229080641086515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1844229080641086515&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1844229080641086515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1844229080641086515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagged-myself.html' title='Tagged Myself ;)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-6605883149609740536</id><published>2010-09-24T18:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:13:28.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><title type='text'>Love You Till The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Isn't it amazing when you have that one friend, with whom you are the true you, the true being of yourself. You just want to share everything, and even silliest of the things. The one who understands your's silence. The one who's always there to guide you, support you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And isn't it million times more amazing when you have such friend right there in the family, right besides you. But when that person leaves you forever and all you have is just the feeling of that person around you and the beautiful memories shared, its infinite times painful. Life no longer remains the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s1600/brother+sister+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s320/brother+sister+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to see you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you're all alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to catch you if I can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to be there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When the morning light explodes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On your face it radiates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I can't escape&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to tell you nothing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You don't want to hear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All I want is for you to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why don't you just take me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where I've never been before&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I know you want to hear me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Catch my breath&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to be there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When we're caught in the rain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just want to feel you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When the night puts on it's cloak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All I can say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-6605883149609740536?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/6605883149609740536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=6605883149609740536&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6605883149609740536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6605883149609740536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-you-till-end.html' title='Love You Till The End.'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJuPI_-D8KI/AAAAAAAAAek/qt739ZbaF14/s72-c/brother+sister+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8967769555941477277</id><published>2010-09-22T01:22:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:29:15.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer engineers'/><title type='text'>6th sem xams - How come They Went Well ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; display: inline !important; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;First of all let me make you clear, doing good means a level better than what i did earlier in previous semesters. I sincerely i don't expect a mind blowing percentage, neither don't i ignore the fact of getting a suppli (failing) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#1. The fear of knowing nothing, &amp;nbsp;(even toppers say they know nothing :P but i literally mean it). That had so much scared me. And this made me study sincerely during prep holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#2. One very very important person of my life always expected me do well with my exams someday. I just gave a shot this time, and did pretty well. And feel so good about it. Damn good :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#3. Decline in online surfing, and specially total&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;avoidance in the first few papers, magically created so much extra time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#4. Some good music, kept me going. Specially the song "I'm Yours".&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;i got bored or felt sleepy, single dose of this song kept me going on and on and on..it freshened me up&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#5. Zero percent&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;useless&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;wastage of time on phone calls. Plus the benefit of Sms ban in J&amp;amp;K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#6. Have a beautiful poster on back of my room's door. It so much motivated me,&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i thought its so difficult, it kept me moving with so much power. It had these lines :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Before you say: "I CAN'T"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;say: "I'LL TRY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Then GIVE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;YOUR BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJkRhU5lAdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MfQV2fcHRB0/s1600/smiling+boy+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJkRhU5lAdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MfQV2fcHRB0/s200/smiling+boy+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7. The fact that i did so well in the first exam despite studying it for the first time, gave me so much encouragement for the coming ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#8. My room was locked throughout day and night, so no external disturbances :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;#9. The fact that not for once i thought to cheat. For the first time had the confidence that i would manage myself well alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I hate the fact that people expectation's rise after you do well. Please don't ever dare to do that. It was just for once.&amp;nbsp;At least&amp;nbsp;currently&amp;nbsp;i think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;as far as result is concerned, i never cared for that, nor do care this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To summ up, "I am happy, that i did well..as per my levels"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;PS: If you are looking for your name in the above points, a message for you "you need to find a apple and i love you so much :) "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8967769555941477277?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8967769555941477277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8967769555941477277&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8967769555941477277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8967769555941477277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/09/6th-sem-xams-how-come-they-went-well.html' title='6th sem xams - How come They Went Well ??'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TJkRhU5lAdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MfQV2fcHRB0/s72-c/smiling+boy+(delusion-waves.blogspot.com).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-171724072165797563</id><published>2010-07-11T15:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:59:48.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say no'/><title type='text'>I think a Lot.</title><content type='html'>Currently too i am too thinking about it. It the biggest negative point of i want to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say something bad to someone, and here goes my whole night thinking about- what i did? was it correct? what will it result into? and endless questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bad happens with me, and here goes another night wasting time to think was i at fault? what should i do next? and don't know what else my stupid tiny brains thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i so much hate this.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a document post which will keep reminding me that i think a lot. Hope i don't think the stupid crap anymore and concentrate on many other important things !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Wish me luck !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-171724072165797563?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/171724072165797563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=171724072165797563&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/171724072165797563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/171724072165797563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-lot.html' title='I think a Lot.'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3746495559659113043</id><published>2010-07-11T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:35:31.677+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDjCs5dzzqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7sVN2z8taU/s1600/99166024,+John+Alabaszowski+Flickr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDjCs5dzzqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7sVN2z8taU/s320/99166024,+John+Alabaszowski+Flickr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Out here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;My bestest sis dedicated this song to my 2nd bestest sis on her wedding. It was so apt for that time. But now it totally means some different meaning for me. Missing you riki :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3746495559659113043?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3746495559659113043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3746495559659113043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3746495559659113043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3746495559659113043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDjCs5dzzqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7sVN2z8taU/s72-c/99166024,+John+Alabaszowski+Flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-5518281808513180997</id><published>2010-07-09T02:13:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:10:55.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Miss You Sis :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDdAzV2qNHI/AAAAAAAAAck/jg9kQBCk0zk/s1600/200152617-001,+Elie+Bernager+Digital+Vision.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDdAzV2qNHI/AAAAAAAAAck/jg9kQBCk0zk/s200/200152617-001,+Elie+Bernager+Digital+Vision.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I  swear to you-I will always be there for you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;there's  nothin' i won't do..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking back  home, heard this lines. But sometimes you plan so much for life,  you work hard for it. And one day all ends :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my sis so so much.&lt;br /&gt;Still dont want to  believe she has actually left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i could be there for her throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;All I have is, some beautiful memories :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-5518281808513180997?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/5518281808513180997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=5518281808513180997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5518281808513180997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5518281808513180997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-sis.html' title='Miss You Sis :&apos;('/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/TDdAzV2qNHI/AAAAAAAAAck/jg9kQBCk0zk/s72-c/200152617-001,+Elie+Bernager+Digital+Vision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3583980863849916070</id><published>2010-05-17T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:20:52.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>An Angel for him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S_FeenzYS-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yyTLhdBYahQ/s1600/17052010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23rd September 1989, biggest idiot ever was born. Within few days of his birth, the management team up there at heaven realized, that this idiot wouldn't be able to survive among the wise, intelligent and cruel people who already existed on planet. After long hours of meetings, finally a decision was taken &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;This kid needs a sister, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;who takes cares for him and guides him through some difficult times of his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately an e-mail was sent to his parents. And the response was negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Something has to be done"; God announced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly 105 days later, 5th January 1990, a decision was taken to send an angel, specially for this idiot. A girl was born in his family, (maamu-maami's daughter)  And that day on she was always with him,  probably she had strict orders from the almighty to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they grow older, the bonding between them went stronger and stronger; specially in their teens. He often used to spend the weekends with her, discussing the weirdest range of topics, from newest crushes to newest gadgets. Being in the same class, they often solved maths together and he always kept wondering how she answered multiplications like 754*23 so quickly. Being creative in nature she always kept surprising everyone with the new new things she came out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most beautiful things i remember about their relation was that the girl used to call him bhaiya, despite of being just 4 months younger. And he loved being called "bhaiya", until he realized that her friends also called him so :p :p :p... But still he loved to be her elder brother, and care for her, share some exclusive secrets with her. Together they had some best times, so many trips, so many dinners, so many ice-creams...and some endless moments to cherish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 was the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly lord asked his management team, "yaar its been 19 years; how is our special angel, have been missing her lot these days, bring a report on her". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best daughter any parents could had, best sister any brother or sister could have, best friend any friend could get...&amp;amp; best person the boy had ever met. God realized that the angel has done her job superbly, he immediately passed orders, bring my angel back, the heaven needs her, i need her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually that day a war was declared between the heaven and the family on earth, which longed for almost an year, none wanted to let go off her. It was 23rd April 2010, she finally took the decision... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S_FeenzYS-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yyTLhdBYahQ/s400/17052010(002).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472258902405434338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;She made him learn so much, so so much through her thoughts, her expressions, her care, and specially with her powerful smile that even in the most difficult times he manages to smile. Though she's not with him anymore, but actually she is still there :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : I miss you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3583980863849916070?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3583980863849916070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3583980863849916070&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3583980863849916070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3583980863849916070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/05/angel-for-him.html' title='An Angel for him'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S_FeenzYS-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yyTLhdBYahQ/s72-c/17052010(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1897768682232511579</id><published>2010-05-10T00:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:08:29.539+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Eleven worst tips ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably i don't follow most of these tips, but i wish someday i and most of people around me follow these one day, some beautiful day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b0kNLHTfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W9KoLuqHbg0/s1600/dustbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b0kNLHTfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W9KoLuqHbg0/s200/dustbin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469327700336791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Have some mercy on dustbins, they want to get filled. And have some mercy on my  and yours mother earth, she needs to stay beautiful. Start with wrappers, try keeping them in your pocket till you find a needy dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Someone cares for you - Appreciate It. You have attempted 30 marks paper, still you need 10 more marks to pass. Someone behind you give's the answer for 20 more marks...never ever forget it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b2okWwRHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rftEiiwtUHA/s1600/i+Care.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b2okWwRHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rftEiiwtUHA/s200/i+Care.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469329974302360690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Care for your close ones. You have attempted 90 marks questions, and you know the remaining 10 marks too. But better is to help your friend who is stuck at 35 and needs 5 more marks to pass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Could have given better examples for point #2 and #3, but i preferred the stated examples :p :p :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b33Nc4xLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vrGCUW6Lrlk/s1600/fuck_off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b33Nc4xLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vrGCUW6Lrlk/s200/fuck_off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469331325363733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't discuss about the people you hate. Forget them, assume them as invisible, rather than gossiping the negative things about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b4ys_IipI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PkD-94ghFCM/s1600/parents_and_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b4ys_IipI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PkD-94ghFCM/s200/parents_and_children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469332347441154706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Believe me, no one cares more for you than your parents. Respect their ideas. I know its not possible to implement most of them, but at least acknowledge them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You can never force someone to love you. But try being lovable so everyone loves you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b5wwcnK1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JxPqxHVt8t8/s1600/save-electricity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b5wwcnK1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JxPqxHVt8t8/s200/save-electricity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469333413521992530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Power, electricity; in short energy resources are not unlimited. A room with no one in, should have all its power switches off, that's what you need to do, simple as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Everyone has the right to enjoy his life in his own way. You don't need to interfere with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b_-aRcFmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1zP0uYby_ms/s1600/funny_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b_-aRcFmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1zP0uYby_ms/s200/funny_smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340245157484130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Try smiling this very moment, you will feel good. And try to keep this smile in an infinite loop at certain regular moments of program called life &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-cAnEpTkJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/kSlUAn2ZjqY/s1600/hug-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-cAnEpTkJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/kSlUAn2ZjqY/s200/hug-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340943726645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Instead of wishing someone via sms/Facebook/etc etc...give him/her a call. Personal touch is really missing these days. A greeting card or a flower will be perfect add-on! And if the person is really really close, a kiss, a hug will do the magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Seriously people think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;One Act of Random Kindness at a time..thats all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1897768682232511579?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1897768682232511579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1897768682232511579&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1897768682232511579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1897768682232511579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/05/eleven-worst-tips-ever.html' title='Eleven worst tips ever..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S-b0kNLHTfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/W9KoLuqHbg0/s72-c/dustbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1343713651975799943</id><published>2010-04-07T21:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:48:07.566+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Stupid Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1st Day at college, excited..yet so terrified he stepped out of the car. Buzzing crowd..loud music, this was what all that could be heard. And in between was the sound "oye white shirt.." ; turned back he saw 3 people calling him...probably callin him..as he was wearning white. Soon this was confirmed when the next call was..."oye white shirt, blue jeans.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sir ke bache, apna intro de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sir, myself Shivang....Shivang Oberoi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just got admission in computers !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bas bas,..now listen, you able to see the girl in maroon top near the administrative block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Go and propose her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He tried to deny the order, and with no other options he went ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Excuse me dear, this is my ragging going please dont mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" he had just said this much...seniors came closeby..he continued... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i dont you, you dont knw me...but since last 23 seconds i have known enough that i can spend my entire life with you.., it will be stupid of you, if you say "yes"right now..but atleast i want you to consider it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Without any word, the girl in maroon named Shruti left the place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEXT 4 Years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;..to shivang's surprise, shruti was his classmate..and moreover next roll number's to his. they both had the best times in the 8 semesters that passed...they did every lill bit of collg work together...and had some great understanding among each other. Whole college believed them to be love birds...but to each other they were clear of being the best friends..and so on the life moved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Soon came their's graduation day, Shivang decided to wear the white shirt, blue jeans combi..which he wore on the very first day of college life.  Day ahead was moments of superb emotions..as it was the last day of their's college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Beep beep.." shivang's phone vibrated..it was shruti on the other side..!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oye shivi, jaldi se administrative block ke bahar aa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On reaching the block, he saw shruti sitting on the stairs..as he moved close..he heard shruti whisper these words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Idiot, 4 years back you asked me a question on these stairs... you never tried to know its answer after that day".. Why??? Do u know what.. "If you would haved asked me the same question again...i would have been stupid enough to say yes, right there and then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for whom do you think i am wearning maroon today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a dream you can't explain, love can chase a beating of your heart, Like the sunshine in the rain, love can make your whole world fall apart... All i wanted now. I just wanna spend my life with you...Time will show me how !! Suddenly everything has turned me inside out, Suddenly love is the thing that I can't live without ♥ ♥ ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1343713651975799943?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1343713651975799943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1343713651975799943&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1343713651975799943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1343713651975799943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/04/stupid-enough.html' title='Stupid Enough'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1626563823627620551</id><published>2010-04-02T14:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:52:47.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give suggestion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Single Sibling !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S7W1nv6PYgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/J8rC-yx4T2A/s1600/P3242034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S7W1nv6PYgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/J8rC-yx4T2A/s320/P3242034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455466218109493762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You don't know being a single sibling is a blessing from God&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;You are a single kid, you have no idea how lucky you are&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;You must be getting all the attention&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;You must be getting whatever you ask from your mom dad..&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;amp; so on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I generally hear such philosophies from people who don't belong to this category of being single child. For them being single is like some great great thing. Try putting yourself in following situations i'm going to scribble below..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You are experiencing an emotional breakdown, its 3 in the morning, do you expect to trouble your parents every time for small small issues of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You and your mom-dad don't agree on some demand of yours, and you have nobody to back you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You get an over protective care from them, and its start getting irritating after some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Very often you tend to be the total focus of attention of parents, especially non-working mothers. Child space and independence goes zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Most of the time our parents are correct, but sometimes the generation gap do jumps in, and you alone cannot make them understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You just had a terrible fight with them, at least there should be someone to tell you who was correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You just fell in love with a beautiful girl in college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And in my case, whom to tell when i get a new crush every month or two..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You want to play double player games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You want to abuse someone, knowing that you would get abused in return without any harm feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You need someone to tell, the shirt you wearing isn't looking good on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You need someone to fight with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You generally get over-depended for small small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You generally find substitute for your sibling, be it in cousin form, girl-friend, or your best/special friend,...but you will always land up realizing that you have a limit for that as each one of them have a life of their's own..and you cannot intrude into it every time you get an emotional breakdown or got a new crush... moreover the personal touch still remains missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I agree the positive points for be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ing single kid must be equally strong, may be it so !! As the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence. But still i personally feel being a single sibling isn't good for me at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5744366706373882986-1626563823627620551?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1626563823627620551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1626563823627620551&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1626563823627620551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1626563823627620551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/04/single-sibling.html' title='Single Sibling !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S7W1nv6PYgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/J8rC-yx4T2A/s72-c/P3242034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2826987181818026622</id><published>2010-03-13T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:01:58.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its not just an another post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"You'll never know how.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometime, somewhere, someday..someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;will change the way you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S5t1ZCgif8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/8ehjJ0RJXNc/s1600-h/origami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S5t1ZCgif8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/8ehjJ0RJXNc/s400/origami.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448077247265275842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2826987181818026622?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2826987181818026622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2826987181818026622&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2826987181818026622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2826987181818026622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-just-another-post.html' title='Its not just an another post..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S5t1ZCgif8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/8ehjJ0RJXNc/s72-c/origami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4081559644151655318</id><published>2010-02-07T02:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:02:07.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><title type='text'>Take some time out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Busy&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;An easy way out for avoiding things or people whom you don't want to interact with. But what if you are really busy, specially if you are a student..got loads of things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sessionals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mood Swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Money management&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hangouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Individual passions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Girlfriend/Boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But have you ever wondered, all the things in the above list take you away from real you. You mold yourself in a socially acceptable cast. In tech terms you program your thought process to being busy all the time so you don't get to know the real situation of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take some time out..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one day dedicated completely for you. With your loved ones, and i guess Sunday's perfect or some holiday. Other than this go for a long-drive alone with no destination to reach. Take a small walk, and if its raining nothin compared to it. Do some crazy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S23UVIksAFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vbf7iCXfRww/s1600-h/rahil_smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S23UVIksAFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vbf7iCXfRww/s400/rahil_smiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435233784849760338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile alone with no reason, sing out loud your favorite music numbers, break an old empty pen, watch tom and jerry, kiss your parents gud nite, change your hair style, see some old photos, and a long deserved sleep..most of the online addicts really need some sleep. Sleep for 12-14 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And most importantly whenever you do this, or even if you have done so...please share it with me. I would love to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I am very  happy today !! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5744366706373882986-4081559644151655318?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4081559644151655318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4081559644151655318&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4081559644151655318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4081559644151655318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-some-time-out.html' title='Take some time out..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/S23UVIksAFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vbf7iCXfRww/s72-c/rahil_smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2057616223111215100</id><published>2009-12-21T16:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:10:03.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer engineers'/><title type='text'>Sweet December :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy9bifRMfqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cCuXQYnuTto/s1600-h/Capture5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy9ZzyMkEoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JgOQLv3sKlM/s400/91236086,+Davis+clan+Flickr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417647622932664962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silver lining did existed, it was just that i had lost my patience. If you are linked with me on facebook, you might just realise how happy i am these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy02VH6pcGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SXlBImu2G6w/s1600-h/Capture.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 48px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy02VH6pcGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SXlBImu2G6w/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417045663326761058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you are connected with me through this blog, u must be knowing how sad was i in last few months...but since the beginning of 12th month..there has not been a single day which wasn't in my favour... every moment spend in this month has been full of sweet memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;December was always special for me, as most of my favorite events - Winters, Christmas, New year night were in this month. But December of 2009 can be described in the following song..(&lt;i&gt;read carefully&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; got my first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;real six-string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought it at Rs 9009&lt;br /&gt;Played 'til my fingers bled&lt;br /&gt;It was winter of two thousand and nine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin sam..&lt;br /&gt;Had a Band and we tried real hard&lt;br /&gt;we never quit and we never will quit&lt;br /&gt;and i always know we one day will make a big hit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;back in winter of 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh yeah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I luk back now&lt;br /&gt;This winter seemes to last forever&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the choice&lt;br /&gt;Ya - I always wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ain't no use in complainin'&lt;br /&gt;When you got assignments to do&lt;br /&gt;Spent my evenin's surfing facebook and nights talking wid you..&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I smile along with u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin on ur mummy's porch..&lt;br /&gt;You told me that you'd wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was now or never&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Delhi Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;When u are alone in a big city away from family, friends... it isnt that fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But my trip to delhi was damn fun.., walking alone alongside big roads...watching people smile, laugh..talking..noticing them express themselves...was quite a enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy9bifRMfqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cCuXQYnuTto/s400/Capture5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417649524817297058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 75px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4 days away from my normal routine...and living independently without any tension was the best part..and how can i miss telling you the journey of my train..i simply love travelling in trains..enjoying the darkness through the window..2 am in the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;-Next came the aarohan fest in another engineering college of jammu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;(2-days event..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day1&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Which city is called the windy city of USA?? " this question made us(me and my buddies from gcet) knocked out from general quiz competition..damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nevertheless i was there to be with my best friend , so i wasn't that much desperate to win any competition. Was meeting her after 2 months, so was quite excited..plus i had some good frnds in the same college whom i hadn't met since 2years...so when you have good company..the day obviously becomes good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the day ended with chocolate paan and a long drive with my best friend :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy9AK_EVKNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MxKjSwQn4zQ/s400/Capture3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 66px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417619434222463186" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;You Can understand my excitement from my Facebook update... i don't know how to dance, but still i danced like anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;later long drive again with my best friend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;and then birthday party of one of my friends from same college .. so as a part of the family..[as they said.."Rahil welcome to our family" (they call their group as small family)...] i loved being in their family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;...butter-chicken, naan...hot chocolate fudge...yumm..party was damn good..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Seriously, these are one of the best days of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its really is a sweet december to remember..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2057616223111215100?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2057616223111215100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2057616223111215100&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2057616223111215100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2057616223111215100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-december.html' title='Sweet December :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sy9ZzyMkEoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JgOQLv3sKlM/s72-c/91236086,+Davis+clan+Flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3050805335703377329</id><published>2009-11-24T22:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:50:53.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love this scene :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErREP31LS0s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErREP31LS0s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do spare out some time to watch this 3mins video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A must watch for people in love ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3050805335703377329?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3050805335703377329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3050805335703377329&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3050805335703377329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3050805335703377329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-this-scene.html' title='Love this scene :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-5978722364498914968</id><published>2009-11-23T15:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:21:42.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You're Beautiful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Modified version of You're Beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;based on true story...and my first attempt to write a song, so what kuch lyrics copy kiye hai... atleast i started :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SwpjAwRDQMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7M_hyC1TcCw/s320/rahil+-+smiling.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407243167219269826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;She smiled at me in the physics lecture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;from three rows away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;She was studying scattering of color gray..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I wont lose no concentration too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;But I'didnt had any plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful..it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And i dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;'Cause i always wanted to be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Flying high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll ever loose her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;As we share a relation that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SwpkObcW-SI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qblElb29EU8/s320/love+u.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407244501659351330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;'Cause i always wanted to be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And it's time to enjoy the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I will always be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-5978722364498914968?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/5978722364498914968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=5978722364498914968&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5978722364498914968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5978722364498914968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SwpjAwRDQMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7M_hyC1TcCw/s72-c/rahil+-+smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4331833784114265308</id><published>2009-11-20T03:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:32:32.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Times'/><title type='text'>Time Spend With Myself</title><content type='html'>14th November 2009&lt;div&gt;2 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day of my life when i felt mood swings to full extremes. Day began with quite great mood after all i had 9 hours of sleep after long time. Regular college routine after that..somehow managed to pass the most un-important irritating phase of the day...seriously i wish i could change my college in fact i want to leave it in between..but unfortunately i can't afford too..or rather say i dont have any option. Chucking this part of the day and moving ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some shopping to do. So made a visit to city square, a so called mall in my city. After getting angry looks from many shopkeepers for not buying their stuff...finally made owner of "Yougal Sons" (shop name) happy by buying some clothes from his shop...and finally exhausted with 2 hours of shopping entered dominoes, luckily got my favorite corner seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wish i was a billioniare"...were the thoughts when i was about to order the pizza...tight at pockets..i ordered Rs35 pizza the cheapest available and a bottle of coke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collected my pizza within few minutes, and back i was at my favourite seat...which had the bird eye's view of the jammu city....spent 90 minutes with the pizza and that time spend with myself was really required...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hundreds of thoughts were running simultaneously through my minds..including "why the pizza box is square though the pizza is circular.. :p"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were some thoughts which literally brought tears to my eyes...i have changed a lot since 4-5 years...have gone more emotional which i dont remember i ever used to be..i spend hours thinking about small things which have no importance in my phase of life..!! People keep saying try to enjoy college life, atleast attend the functions of the college... but i am now totally fed up with it...how can i enjoy a life in which i spend 85% of time with people i hate the most....still i manage to keep a smile on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like crying..no longer in mood to tell you the story for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night diary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4331833784114265308?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4331833784114265308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4331833784114265308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4331833784114265308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4331833784114265308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-spend-with-myself.html' title='Time Spend With Myself'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8610420391400463911</id><published>2009-11-02T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:04:32.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Belief regained..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Su6bDyzEzkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/i8qH0JdNIy8/s1600-h/Rahil_Beief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Su6bDyzEzkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/i8qH0JdNIy8/s400/Rahil_Beief.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399423492741713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Always believed such philosophies of mine, and hated when religious belief's were implemented on me forcefully. Though from the last few years as everyone knew that i hated such stuff, it was kept away from me..and i was happy about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Recently few weeks back started going to a temple near my college, and i cant express how much peaceful i felt out there. Now its been quite a while i am visiting regularly...and i cant surely make out that i feel quite better after that the whole day ! Don't know what made me start that, but i am positive about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Still hate the religious philosophies, and other un-explainable things...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;but one thing i know for sure is that there is some belief regained in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="-webkit-user-select: none" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogomania.cognizance.org.in/vote.php?serial=249" target="_blank"&gt;Vote for me now! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; Blogomania 2010 sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.odyssey360.com" target="_blank"&gt;Odyssey360&lt;/a&gt; | The 24 hour online book store with 5 milion books to choose from. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8610420391400463911?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8610420391400463911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8610420391400463911&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8610420391400463911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8610420391400463911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/11/belief-regained.html' title='Belief regained..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Su6bDyzEzkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/i8qH0JdNIy8/s72-c/Rahil_Beief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3052953055354901612</id><published>2009-10-30T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:41:57.692+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>My Own little world Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Archana from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deliciously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sunsationa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; had initially created this tag. Passed to dhanya and through her it came to me....it was a month old pending tag along with some other one..here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your last FB/Twitter update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;feels like i am drunk...so exhausted due to fever :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;watching scooby doo.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 TV/Movie characters you relate with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jai  (‘Rats’) from Jaane Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chandler from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rohan from Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 countries on your travel list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(never been to abroad so any country will do..but still if i have to chooose...then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia – for beauty, nature and chicks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;New York - I want to see Statue of Liberty ;) plus the sky scrappers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London - dont need to explain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hit the shuffle on your iPod – list out the 3 songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Called To Say I Love You - Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Sochta Hun Uska Dil - Babul Supriyo&lt;br /&gt;Jugni - Rabbi Shergill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 daily must-haves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dairy Milk bite..&lt;br /&gt;Online wasting time. Yes, I’m addicted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Movies/ Friend Episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 things you’re confused about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why i think i am confused, even if i am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. career..very very confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Browse your DVD rack or bookshelf – pull 3 out at random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taare Zameen Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gajjini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i just realised all the above three are from aamir, actually i generally i have aamir's movie DVD's..thats why !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you had to date a celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; – Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you were a celebrity, what would you be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  A guitar player..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3052953055354901612?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3052953055354901612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3052953055354901612&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3052953055354901612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3052953055354901612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-own-little-world-tag.html' title='My Own little world Tag'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-7239539578024684478</id><published>2009-10-20T01:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:41:06.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Relationship Mess</title><content type='html'>Going through the phase when my teenage hormones were at peak (though technically i'm not a teenager but still feel, i belong to this group) i often realized how much time i wasted on stuff which had no importance in my life if seen logically, but otherwise if i see it; i gained a lot from it..few good frnds, few good relations, and a lot more..And..&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Never had any wrong intentions, but i often landed myself in trouble or my close ones..!! Cried, laughed and shouted..all i have now is some good and some bad memories ! There have been times when i took life seriously and times when i followed the "chalta hai" attitude...most of which i learned in college..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Never had set any boundaries for myself, after all i knew my parents were there for me to guide. And luckily i never crossed these. These last few years have brought me closer to my mom and dad...and sometimes i regret i share my problems with my my close buddies rather them, but if given a another thought.. the generation gap still prevails !! These things often drive me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;To be pecise i had 3 serious crushes and a lot normal ones, some of which were betty cooper, vanessa hudgens, emma watson...! While going through the normal ones, it was fun...but while going through the serious ones it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;There have been times when i declared, enough of this...no relationship mess, arrange is way to be !! And contradicting my own declaration recently went into a relationship mess.. :'( and still into it. My sis once said "If you ever want to be in relation with someone, the first thing is to check whether you too are compatible on long run.."; never had implemented this knowledge till few months back..but did in recent times. Still struggling through the whole concept...wish everything was as simple in movies, but i know it cant be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dclips.fundraw.com/zobo500dir/egore911_2_hearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Definitily its not the end of this post, but have nothing more to share as i am still jumbled in complicated relationship stuff..which doesn't seems to end in the nearby future..but still whenever it does i will share with you people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;therefore..i should say this post is yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to be continued...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-7239539578024684478?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/7239539578024684478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=7239539578024684478&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7239539578024684478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7239539578024684478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/10/relationship-mess.html' title='Relationship Mess'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4187682442723772272</id><published>2009-10-13T02:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:20:51.042+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Memorable Long-drive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i woke up today, i was feeling so much good..after the cool weekend i had with friends and cousins and best sleep ever last night. Didnt wanted to go college, as i just had finished with my exams, but had too; as registration for new semester had to be done. So with intentions of just returning from college with 30 mins i left home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to some reasons, i couldn't register as the teacher signing the admission form had left the college early or rather say i reached college late :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting on bikes, suddenly one of friends said "&lt;b&gt;yaar lets go for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;long drive&lt;/span&gt;, its been a long time we have gone somewhere..&lt;/b&gt;" and immediately the plan was decided to leave for a rs pura (small town 30kms from jammu city); our main motive was going for long drive rather than any sight seeing...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 6 friends, 3 bikes...we began our journey ! With newly made roads the drive was more fun...sun was too in favour with us...as from bright sunny day, it went too cool breeze sunny day. Going through the fields it made me remind of the crops i had grown in farmville (:P farming game in facebook, totally addicted to it)..straight roads, less traffic...everything was in favour of us !! With driving speed at 80-100kmph we reached the destination within 20minutes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With NO intentions what so ever going where we went(u will come to know soon..) the journey became a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;memorable journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from a normal long drive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends said in joke, lets go to pakistan...its just 5kms from here...!! And imagine what we all took it seriously and planned going to border ! It was 5 km straight road from the rs pura city within long stretch of farms..this was the time when each two persons on three bikes switched seats...from that point ahead i drove the bike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it was a straight road, with no traffic...my speed kept on increasing..and believe me there was a point when my speed-o-meter showed 120kmph....wooooshhh..were the fields passing by..!! Had a terrific ride..and soon we reached a point where pakistan was 500 meters ahead, i cant explain what were the things going through my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/StOjkZL7SrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/I6fH7vvp7R4/s400/Long+drive.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391833024524143282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parked our bikes, went to the officer at the post and requested him to let us see the border..he initially refused but making few phone calls and authorizing our identity he told us to wait another 20-25 minutes as it was lunch time and the person who had to take to the loc had gone for lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I forgot to tell you the worst part, no photography was allowed at that place, so we had to give all our camera phones to the security officer..! So we had 20 minutes to roam about. Rice fields..a visit to temple and talking to other officers...this is how we passed that slow moving 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally an officer came, ascorted us to a big steel gate.. painted with indian flag..opened it and what a sight..about 200 metres ahead was a similar steel gate but painted in pakistan flag...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;and in between was barrier..exactly in center between the 2 gates...one side of which was pakistan and other was India.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;We travelled till the barrier..and keeping one foot on indian territory and other on pakistan's i remembered the scene from the movie "a walk to remember"....where jamie wanted to be at two places at one time...!! I absolutely cant explain how terrific those feelings were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a journey to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4187682442723772272?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4187682442723772272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4187682442723772272&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4187682442723772272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4187682442723772272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorable-long-drive.html' title='Memorable Long-drive :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/StOjkZL7SrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/I6fH7vvp7R4/s72-c/Long+drive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2522911181928230195</id><published>2009-10-11T03:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:53:15.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give suggestion'/><title type='text'>Suggestion Please</title><content type='html'>First of all my 4th semester exams over, so me on top of this world :) :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lot of pending stuff to be scribbled, which i will be writing soon btw...and 4 pending tags too, sorry bloggers for delaying attempting ur tags...!! And lot of other stuff to be shared with you people but that some other time !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rite now going thru a little problem, though it isnt a big one but still i am stuck with it..please suggest whatever u think about it,...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three people involved in it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person X (best friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person Y (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X and Y know each other !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;X called me yesterday and we had this conversation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;X     :&lt;/b&gt; "Are u friend with Y". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me  :&lt;/b&gt;  Yeah little bit,  Y and me are  facebook/orkut frnds &amp;amp; do talk often online!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;X     &lt;/b&gt;: Remove Y from ur friend list, and dont keep contact with it ever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me  :&lt;/b&gt; Why so??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;X     :&lt;/b&gt; Dont u trust me, its for your good only..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me  :&lt;/b&gt; I do trust you, but atleat tell me the reason..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;X     :&lt;/b&gt;  I cant..but please do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me  :&lt;/b&gt; Ok..i will do it !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already removed Y from my friend's list in orkut,facebook aswell in twitter !! Though i hardly knew Y but still we used to have a good conversation once in a while...now i am feeling guity about removing it from my list, it did nothing wrong with me atleast, though i think there might be problems between X and Y...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still it would not be able to do anything to me in future ...as no-one can do wrong with me without my permission...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.negotiationlawblog.com/uploads/image/question-mark-dice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Please pen down whatever you think about it , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;really need a good advice !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5744366706373882986-2522911181928230195?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2522911181928230195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2522911181928230195&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2522911181928230195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2522911181928230195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/10/suggestion-please.html' title='Suggestion Please'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-9128361106023787072</id><published>2009-09-25T16:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:49:00.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Love : HOME MADE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Srymx4kCFbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5CZ4j93OM2Q/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SrygltYCwlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rLX7rOJD6Bo/s1600-h/birthday_cake.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SrygltYCwlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rLX7rOJD6Bo/s400/birthday_cake.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385355824124314194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really really really happy today, today my second day without a teenage tag attached with me, i had thought i would feel low about it..but its other way around !! Feelin so good, major reason is that my first two papers went good specially today's one..!! Apart from that my birthday went superb. Got some very very unexpected calls from very old friends.... some unexpected sms's and loads of expected wishes !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night kiss from mom and good morning kiss from dad, everything was so much lovely ! An 3 hour talk with one of my closest friends was the icing on the cake...ahh cake how can i forget that..see the picture above..my mom made it for me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my school buddies commented on this cake pic &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;i&gt;tu 2 yrs ka hua :P&lt;/i&gt;"....abh afterall for my mom mein hamesha do saal ka hi rahuga (for my mom i will always be of 2 years age :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;PS. Life going so much good. Smiling all the time since last few 5-6 days..no tension of exams yet they going so good :P ...But the coming exams are quite tough, hope i maintain my smile through the next 4 papers ! I had thought of not blogging till 9th october...but i cudnt resist sharing my birthday cake with all my blogger friends !! Luv u all...take care *hugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Srymx4kCFbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5CZ4j93OM2Q/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Srymx4kCFbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5CZ4j93OM2Q/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385362630355588530" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 45px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5744366706373882986-9128361106023787072?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/9128361106023787072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=9128361106023787072&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/9128361106023787072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/9128361106023787072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-home-made.html' title='Love : HOME MADE :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SrygltYCwlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rLX7rOJD6Bo/s72-c/birthday_cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1461289652008287808</id><published>2009-09-07T15:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:11:02.459+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Countdown to new phase of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqTmkpbYR0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xNZIu4kNNLQ/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D+(2).png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...just before planning a long break again(exams just on head, this time i definately need a break from net as my preparation is total zero..)...i thought of scribbling few thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally the long awaited day my best day of the year - 23rd day of the ninth month is about to come to existence...!! Unlike the so far 23rd day of the so far 9th months since 1989 this year its gonna be somewhat different...as i will be entering a new phase of my life called "The life after teenage.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqTktAMUPZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yAsZdjoh9FE/s400/Sad_teenager.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675316784119186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer would be considered as a kid, gonna be burdened with tons of responsibilities...will be missing these 7 years of my teen life...which taught me everything..and gave me everything...my best days of school lie in this phase..and some great xperiences from college too lie in this phase..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope i survive the life after teen, and its gonna be more difficult with me as from 23rd september onwards my 4th semester finals are beginning...and i have the worst preparation ever this time...so wish me luck..though i am goona study at my best but still why take a chance of missing your wishes.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countdown..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=9&amp;amp;date=23&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=330&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23ffffff&amp;amp;fgcolor=999999&amp;amp;title=Last%20few%20breaths%20as%20a%20teen%20%3A%28" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="1" style="overflow:hidden;width:20.6em;height:13.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=9&amp;amp;date=23&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=330&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23ffffff&amp;amp;fgcolor=999999&amp;amp;title=Last%20few%20breaths%20as%20a%20teen%20%3A%28"&gt;Last few breaths as a teen :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS. Time to start studying, so will not be able to visit your posts..! And this time this break is without changing the password, hope i resist the net. 9th october is my last exam..so hope to catch u after that !! Take care... till then and keep smiling...and yeah i forgot to mention..my unexplainable mood swing is all over..so me back smiling too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;*hugs* to all readers !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqTmkpbYR0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xNZIu4kNNLQ/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D+(2).png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqTmkpbYR0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xNZIu4kNNLQ/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D+(2).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378677372257584962" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 45px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1461289652008287808?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1461289652008287808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1461289652008287808&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1461289652008287808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1461289652008287808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-to-new-phase-of-life.html' title='Countdown to new phase of life..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqTktAMUPZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yAsZdjoh9FE/s72-c/Sad_teenager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3465838737298915812</id><published>2009-09-05T19:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:06:14.748+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Unexplainable Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJkN35IusI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ADsYN7xNvI4/s1600-h/Sad_Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJkN35IusI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ADsYN7xNvI4/s400/Sad_Boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377971094538468034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing happened, yet i feel so much depressed since few hours. Was at my cousin's place playing guitar few hours back...as the guitar class ended i immediately came back home. It never happened, as i always used to have fun with my cousin after the class...but today i didnt feel like staying there. After that i drove car at 20 kmph which was my record slow speed..as i never had driven below 40kmph..didnt feel like doin anything. Its been 2 hrs i am back home..lying on my bed, doing nothing..listening to atif's doorie album on loop..feelong so low...yet thinking why is that so..! I am fed up with these unexplainable mood swings of mine...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS. Prachs, Jasmine, Richa, Abhishek....got your msgs...sorry guys cudnt check your blog posts..was trying to stay away from net as much i can try ! And wont be able to check other blogs too...where i was regular..! And Jaunty will be taking your tag soon.Hope i cheer up soon.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3465838737298915812?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3465838737298915812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3465838737298915812&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3465838737298915812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3465838737298915812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexplainable-mood-swings.html' title='Unexplainable Mood Swings'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJkN35IusI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ADsYN7xNvI4/s72-c/Sad_Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1033300472517094002</id><published>2009-09-05T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:03:49.071+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Happy Teachers Day !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJrw68uMxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2CivQa8fpVg/s400/TchDa_12.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 371px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377979393235628818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Jk public school is the place which is 80% responsible for what i am, my basic manners, my &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;etiquette's, my dressing, my vision, my thinking...every tiny bit of it..dont know how much good is it or how bad it is , but am sure that no other place would have harvested me better. Teachers which i used to hate during school days, i respect them the most now !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every teacher there had something different for us to learn, some taught me how to be perfectly dressed, some taught what is to be like a teacher, some taught patience, some taught basic manners.., some taught how studying can be fun, some taught how to express....none of the lot was a without a lessson...!! I really miss all of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Specially the following teachers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Rama Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Jyoti Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Shalini Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Sujata Ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Though my whole life revolves around my school, i cant forget a teahcer from my college "Parvesha ma'am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;...she just said me one thing on the last day before she left the college..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Rahil, go ahead and give your best...dont care abt the college result...i am taking about your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Will never forget that !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJr7vR1ccI/AAAAAAAAAME/EY7qOXp8kd4/s400/im14.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377979579081519554" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJsvItvxsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OU5_gc93-0E/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D+(2).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980462082803394" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 45px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1033300472517094002?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1033300472517094002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1033300472517094002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1033300472517094002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1033300472517094002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers Day !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqJrw68uMxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2CivQa8fpVg/s72-c/TchDa_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4095827554597009620</id><published>2009-08-21T14:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:46:55.172+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Taking a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/So5lrXA2OGI/AAAAAAAAALs/kiOqow7erk8/s1600-h/Boy+with+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/So5lrXA2OGI/AAAAAAAAALs/kiOqow7erk8/s400/Boy+with+laptop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372343201085929570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often realise how i waste my time online, just do faltu surfing, chatting and blogging. Though under a limit its good but i over do it. So finally i am planning to take a break from this online stuff...dont know how long it is..but i will try my best to atleast make it a minimum of one week. Primarily three things on which i waste 70% of my time are orkut, facebook and blogger. So these will be my first targets !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont have that much will power that i can stay away, so i am planning to ask my friend to change the password of these basic sites. So that even i want to i cant access them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope i survive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See u guys after some while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao..take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/So5koRASuVI/AAAAAAAAALk/Tg0zjoFrPRw/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 45px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372342048421755218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4095827554597009620?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4095827554597009620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4095827554597009620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4095827554597009620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4095827554597009620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/So5lrXA2OGI/AAAAAAAAALs/kiOqow7erk8/s72-c/Boy+with+laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-603402159814355126</id><published>2009-08-19T00:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:43:00.519+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For all the times that I should have said it but didn't...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a caring, supportive and loving Father to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Soqt31V2TsI/AAAAAAAAALU/kfj9Y6BgaA0/s1600-h/Rahil_my_dad_rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Soqt31V2TsI/AAAAAAAAALU/kfj9Y6BgaA0/s320/Rahil_my_dad_rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296680315866818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this birthday be the beginning of some thing great in your life !&lt;br /&gt;Will always there to help you in getting that something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Soqt3LLIAeI/AAAAAAAAALE/m44BOT8qiNo/s1600-h/Rahil_Happy_Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Soqt3LLIAeI/AAAAAAAAALE/m44BOT8qiNo/s320/Rahil_Happy_Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296668996600290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrO6btGlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kmUPr3lail0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrO6btGlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kmUPr3lail0/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293778284714578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(me with my dad 18 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No words for this occasion, just two things - sorry for all the times i might have hurt you and thanks for all the times you were there for me  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will try my best to fulfill your dreams...&lt;br /&gt;oops not yours now its our's dream "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrOoD2zPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zhsICUDry1c/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrOoD2zPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zhsICUDry1c/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293773352848626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(22 years ago..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Keep smiling as you have always been !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love your silliness, and your silly jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Never stop expressing them :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrOJsmY8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/3Q78is9l8VA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoqrOJsmY8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/3Q78is9l8VA/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293765202240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me so lucky to have you two as my parents !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u a lot !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123greetings.com/send/view/08719409600101129176"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;E-Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(This e-card was sent from my daddu to my dad..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. I know its always better to express directly, but i cant !! So here's indirect wishes for my dad. And  life again back to track. All things are back to their places. wanna thank few friends for it - prachs, doru, moti, aany, sam, budhu ! Luv u people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5744366706373882986-603402159814355126?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/603402159814355126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=603402159814355126&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/603402159814355126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/603402159814355126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-papa.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Soqt31V2TsI/AAAAAAAAALU/kfj9Y6BgaA0/s72-c/Rahil_my_dad_rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3088411729396738359</id><published>2009-08-17T02:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:05:03.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>A-Z Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Another tag, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;the first thing that comes in my mind when i think about this alphabet !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Archies..best comic ever :)&lt;br /&gt;B- bikes..i love them&lt;br /&gt;C- christmas&lt;br /&gt;D- dogs..i hate them&lt;br /&gt;E- einstein..i really am his fan&lt;br /&gt;F- Friends..tv series&lt;br /&gt;G - guitar..&lt;br /&gt;H- hermione :p&lt;br /&gt;I- ice cream i soo love them...&lt;br /&gt;J- joey from friends tv series :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- kanyakumari, had a school tour to this place, its simply beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;L- love..its nothin and everything, somebody just told me that :p&lt;br /&gt;M- music...my life&lt;br /&gt;N-night ... surfing, music, movies..all the faltu stuff i do at this time&lt;br /&gt;O- orange..talking abt orange color not fruit !&lt;br /&gt;P- pizzas..i simply love them !&lt;br /&gt;Q- queen..&lt;br /&gt;R- Rahil and thats me..&lt;br /&gt;S- Special friend of mine :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- tintin, just read its comic few days back&lt;br /&gt;U-understanding.. which i xpect from my partner :)&lt;br /&gt;V- Vanessa Hudgens :p&lt;br /&gt;W- Wassup :p&lt;br /&gt;X- X rated people that infest "my world"&lt;br /&gt;Y-yummy home food !&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zebras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in this Tag can take it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;P.S- Life totally messed up since few days. And planning a another day off from college tommorow, dont feel like attending it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-3088411729396738359?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3088411729396738359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3088411729396738359&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3088411729396738359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3088411729396738359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/z-tag.html' title='A-Z Tag'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8626441865292758080</id><published>2009-08-14T16:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:28:55.399+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoVBUQYB_iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Akqk-D6wTok/s1600-h/rahil_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoVBUQYB_iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Akqk-D6wTok/s400/rahil_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769946958134818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is always patient and kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is never jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is never rude or selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It does not take offense and is not resentful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S ~ I am overdozing "walk to remember" movie, yeah i know but i love doin that. And today i saw it with my dad. Had some memories added ! And yesterday i watched "Love Aajkal" with my cousins, had a great time together :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8626441865292758080?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8626441865292758080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8626441865292758080&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8626441865292758080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8626441865292758080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is.html' title='Love is..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SoVBUQYB_iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Akqk-D6wTok/s72-c/rahil_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-7711560594357078608</id><published>2009-08-10T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:21:20.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Back Smiling :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sn_7Jo7S9rI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3v2mmzFLGzo/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sn_68TsPpLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1L4wnMu_3F4/s1600-h/son_mom_smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are wondering when did i stopped smiling just check the last post (&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-want-to-go-college.html"&gt;Dont want to go college..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;); and god damn i realise now i again opted for the wrong choice ! Now finally realised that every moment is precious and may be there are moments to come when i will be more happy then i was in past..dont believe as if now, but someone said that it will definately happen. Enjoy the crapniness of the college life till then &lt;i&gt;(i know there's no dictionary meaning to crapiness but u guys must have understood it); &lt;/i&gt;grrrr i am angry with myself that i was lost in all that sad thoughts ! Chuck off with these thoughts for now, and me back to business - So baby "how u doin" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sn_68TsPpLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1L4wnMu_3F4/s400/son_mom_smiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285194833863858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Thanks to all those friends who talked me thru this and specially aanchal, conversation with you really made me think positively !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sn_7Jo7S9rI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3v2mmzFLGzo/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285423872439986" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 45px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-7711560594357078608?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/7711560594357078608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=7711560594357078608&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7711560594357078608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7711560594357078608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-smiling.html' title='Back Smiling :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sn_68TsPpLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1L4wnMu_3F4/s72-c/son_mom_smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4088116347273323702</id><published>2009-08-08T01:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:55:09.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Don't Want to Go College..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyNQT4ljcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOFYu1m6Jng/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyKnGssVUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dF8PbgYs-Z4/s1600-h/Confused+teenager.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyKm7f0-sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9K3cEJB-Bw8/s1600-h/Sad+Teenager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyKm7f0-sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9K3cEJB-Bw8/s320/Sad+Teenager.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367317257329638082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My summer break just ended, it was superb - a very needed one !! Approx about 40 days, it was total fun from start to end; school friends, cousins, some very much prolong problems were sorted out, started learnin guitar, watched a trillion movies, rains, and the best part no studies ! Last time i had such lovely time it was in 12th class..and its been 2 borin years of college since then. I almost had adjusted myself in the crap college life though some part isnt that much crapy :P...learned to make perfect excuses, learned to lie, learned to bunk, learned to cheat, learned to survive in unsurvivable environment, learned to feel happy just coz i got passed by a margin rather than scoring a good score, and the best of all found a special friend with whom life seemed better at college! BUT this 40 day enjoyment ruined my adjustment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i no longer feel i can adjust back there..; i had almost stopped missing my school life, i had almost started enjoyin college..but it seems its no longer!! I was always physically present there at college, but never mentally and emotionally !! Wish i cud end my college life here today itself, but reality is other way around :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always dreamed of a better life at college than i had at school, but that never happened. My school life is like something unexplainable..i knw many of u must be thinking "Abh bas kar rahil, jabh dekho school - school - school, come out of it..." I know u r absolutely correct, i shud come out of it but i cant do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyKnGssVUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dF8PbgYs-Z4/s320/Confused+teenager.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367317260336387394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever i think or say, in the end i have to go college, its 8th Aug and my college opened since 1st Aug...i havent gone college yet, avoiding it completely. But this cant prolong for long, something must be done..i dont knw what that is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope u cud give me the solution..!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyNQT4ljcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOFYu1m6Jng/s1600-h/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyNQT4ljcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOFYu1m6Jng/s320/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320167273827778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 45px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4088116347273323702?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4088116347273323702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4088116347273323702&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4088116347273323702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4088116347273323702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-want-to-go-college.html' title='Don&apos;t Want to Go College..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnyKm7f0-sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9K3cEJB-Bw8/s72-c/Sad+Teenager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-405999114904360087</id><published>2009-08-05T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:35:04.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raksha bandhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><title type='text'>Its Raksha Bandhan today :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnT9jGcEsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O-yrhlbs3qE/s1600-h/Rahil_Rakhi%27s1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dedicated to my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aalya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rishima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridhima didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shakun didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sumeen didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nothin to say, just some sweeet moments to cherish !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSjhPM2cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FHwyp2D2PMo/s400/Aalya_Rahil.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551938648037826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkLUdXgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FgEVRqJyxng/s400/Rahil_Ridhima.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551949944380930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkv7cZUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/d2M0aK8Mbsc/s1600-h/Shakun_rahil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkv7cZUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/d2M0aK8Mbsc/s400/Shakun_rahil.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551959771571522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkQysRGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nBAq7-cqz6g/s1600-h/Rahil_Sumeen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkQysRGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nBAq7-cqz6g/s400/Rahil_Sumeen.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551951413363810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSkLUdXgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FgEVRqJyxng/s1600-h/Rahil_Ridhima.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnT9jGcEsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O-yrhlbs3qE/s1600-h/Rahil_Rakhi%27s1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnT9jGcEsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O-yrhlbs3qE/s400/Rahil_Rakhi%27s1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366553485336384194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Missed my two sweet sisters - Rikita and Rishima.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So what they didnt tied rakhi (though my elder sis ridhima tied rakhi on riki's behalf) but their bro is always their to protect them..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSjhPM2cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FHwyp2D2PMo/s1600-h/Aalya_Rahil.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-405999114904360087?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/405999114904360087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=405999114904360087&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/405999114904360087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/405999114904360087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-raksha-bandhan-today.html' title='Its Raksha Bandhan today :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnnSjhPM2cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FHwyp2D2PMo/s72-c/Aalya_Rahil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-7892706530392342313</id><published>2009-07-31T23:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:04:53.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqUL8jL7PEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BWTIEKQRNQs/s1600-h/Rahil_1st+step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqUL8jL7PEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BWTIEKQRNQs/s400/Rahil_1st+step.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378718464829242434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SnM2bYBOq3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vmIrcf6Dm1I/s1600-h/Rahil_1st+step.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just was going through some random pics, and found this one. Instant question striked me.."am i still that innocent as i used to be durin that time of my life..??" and there was no answer..!! Clearly it seemed like i had doubts on my innocence :(&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what ruined it, what made me have doubts...lots of questions with clearly no answer ! But whatever the reason was, whatever the situation was....neither it were my frnds, nor were my parents but i know one person who i am confident enough to say that he ruined my innocence..and that person is me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We always have a choice.." it took me so long so understand this, till then i opted for some wrong choices. There are trillion moments in my life, which i regret of making the wrong choice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today the being the last day of month and last day of my excellent summer break....i am planning to leave past in past and beginning a new life with all the same philosophies of mine but with 100% more innocence and happiness.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was just about to post this, mom came to my room..wishing me gud nite along with a gud nite kiss..no better way of beginning new life without the wishes from my mummy after all she guide's us for the first step of our life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-7892706530392342313?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/7892706530392342313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=7892706530392342313&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7892706530392342313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7892706530392342313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-step.html' title='first step'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SqUL8jL7PEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BWTIEKQRNQs/s72-c/Rahil_1st+step.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2966087777583421497</id><published>2009-07-28T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:52:42.284+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say no'/><title type='text'>Learn to Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sm7tNuYzXPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i3Wx7jCLt1Y/s1600-h/Say+No.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;~Everytime you say yes to something that is unimportant, you say no to something that is important~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yes Boy" and "Yes Girl" never create anything great. I regret in being the "Yes Boy" category earlier in life, but now i have learned to say NO. Beleive me there's huge value in getting good at saying no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Say no to the friend who wants to meet over coffee to gossip unless you are totally free... ;) and hell bored. Say NO to the co-friend or co-batchmate who wants to spread his/her negativity and cynicism. Say no to the people who laughs at your dreams and makes you doubt yourself. Say no to the social obligations that drain time from your life's work again &lt;i&gt;unless you dont have any work&lt;/i&gt;..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can't be all things to all people. The best among us get that. Know your priorities. Know your goals. Know what needs to get done over the coming weeks, months and years for you to feel that you played your best as a human being. And then say no to everything else. Sure some people  around you might not be happy. But would you rather live your life  according to the approval of others or aligned with your truth and dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can u say No ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sm7tNuYzXPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i3Wx7jCLt1Y/s320/Say+No.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363485026290982130" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2966087777583421497?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2966087777583421497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2966087777583421497&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2966087777583421497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2966087777583421497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/learn-to-say-no.html' title='Learn to Say No'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sm7tNuYzXPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i3Wx7jCLt1Y/s72-c/Say+No.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-7531840755011717145</id><published>2009-07-27T00:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:08:54.536+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Parent's Day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="indquote_link"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears: they cannot utter the one, nor will they utter the other ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa&lt;br /&gt;Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Papa kehte hain bada naam karega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beta hamara aisa kaam karega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Magar yeh to koi na jaane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ki meri manzil hai kahan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two beautiful songs for the two beautiful people in my life whom i luckily call as my parents. Its been 19 years they are with me guiding me through each and every single moment of life. And the most difficult part tolerating my cries, arguments, useless needs. There have been times when i used to feel lonely being the only sibling, but they helped me come out of it beautifully...! And its been lately i feel the parent-kid tuning is getting stronger and stronger. Common liking of me and my dad...ice-creams, music lovers, long drives, gadget lover, excellency in poor jokes... add to the father-son bonding !! And mummy on the other hand always ready to hear every bit of thing happened around the time , though i trouble her too much...but she's always there for me ! And the first one to judge my mood..and knows how to revive my smile..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being over protective about me makes me get a lill irritated some times, but then i think they are my parents and they have to be that way only.As there is a famous saying "&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a linkindex="108" class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/to_understand_your_parents-love_you_must_raise/152475.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;To understand your parents' love you must raise children yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"- but i dont need to do that, i beautifully understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To my Parents From Their budhu Son.. ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;dl style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;DON'T SPOIL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I know quite well that I ought not to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;all that I ask for. I'm only testing you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T BE AFRAID TO BE FIRM WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I prefer it. It makes me feel more secure. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T LET ME FORM BAD HABITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to rely on you to detect them in early stages.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T MAKE ME FEEL SMALLER THAN I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It makes me feel stupidly “big”. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T CORRECT ME IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IF YOU CAN HELP IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll take much more notice if you talk quietly with me in private. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T MAKE ME FEEL THAT MY MISTAKES ARE SINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It upsets my sense of values. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T BE TOO UPSET WHEN I SAY “I HATE YOU”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It isn't you that I hate but your power to thwart me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T PROTECT ME FROM CONSEQUENCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to learn the painful way sometimes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T TAKE TOO MUCH NOTICE OF MY SMALL AILMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am quite capable of trading on them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T FORGET HOW QUICKLY I AM GROWING UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me, but please do try. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T MAKE RASH PROMISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T FORGET THAT I CAN'T EXPLAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MYSELF AS WELL AS I WOULD LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is why I am not always accurate. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T TAX MY HONESTY TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am easily frightened into telling lies. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T BE INCONSISTENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T PUT ME OFF WHEN I ASK QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you do you will find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T TELL ME MY FEARS ARE SILLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are terribly real and you can do much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to reassure me if you try to understand. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T EVER SUGGEST THAT YOU ARE PERFECT OR INFALLIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T EVER THINK THAT IT IS BENEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOUR DIGNITY TO APOLOGIZE TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm towards you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T FORGET THAT I LOVE EXPERIMENTALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I couldn't get on without it, so please put up with it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T NAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you do I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T FORGET THAT I CAN'T THRIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WITHOUT LOTS OF UNDERSTANDING &amp;amp; LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I don't need to tell you that, do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmygEjejf1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tb6jfC075Ok/s1600-h/P2080256_EDITED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmygEjejf1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tb6jfC075Ok/s400/P2080256_EDITED.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362837256394735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Wishing U both a happy parent's day "&lt;br /&gt;Luv u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your's dumb kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-7531840755011717145?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/7531840755011717145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=7531840755011717145&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7531840755011717145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/7531840755011717145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/parents-day.html' title='Parent&apos;s Day :)'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmygEjejf1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tb6jfC075Ok/s72-c/P2080256_EDITED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8864869533309655637</id><published>2009-07-26T14:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:09:26.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>My First Tag..</title><content type='html'>Just Copied this tag from fellow blogger's blog...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling exciting to attempt these question's...hope no tricky question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not exactly after but my elder brother sahil insisted for my name as "rahil" so that he gets a rhyming name..rahil - sahil ,u see.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its been a while now..but cried coz i felt bad about how i behaved with someone close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely yes...even i have received prizes in calligraphy competitions both in english and hindi during my school says...though my writing these days is getting bit bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butterchicken with prantha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no but will have two some day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surely or i would have missed out on a great friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp* sarcasm and me?!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahh..what question is this.,??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe yes.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocos in cold milk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why wud i doe this...each of them lies in the opposite corner..but everytime i have to wear them again they are united...i still havent figured who does that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterscotch...anytime..i love the sugar crunch in it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost everything.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None of the two..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my boring nature..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school friends&lt;/span&gt;..luv u guys..and ofcourse gals :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anytime!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on bed right now...not wearing any.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread butter this morning with cold cofee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh Hosla from movie Dor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earth after the rain,  smell of the skin after a recent shower..&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;axe deo's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;antriksh...just 1 hour back!! Planning a hangout this evening.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copied this tag...no one send me this :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tennis anyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Junk food...specially pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy endings for sure.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter And the Half Blood Prince..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not wearing shirt right now, still in grey night suit...its sunday..full relaxation day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter...i hate the sweat and creepy insects in summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yummy both&lt;/span&gt; [but kisses restricted to someone special only]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything having chocolate in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"arrey tension kyu lete hoh.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aww sweetheart.. come to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mouse pad is missing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont remember watching tv at all :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, though watched friends on laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt;...havent heard rolling stones that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanya kumari...school tour 9th class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talent and me?? you suggest something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jammu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt;..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8864869533309655637?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8864869533309655637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8864869533309655637&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8864869533309655637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8864869533309655637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8341509377183262717</id><published>2009-07-18T04:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:21:21.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Its only wid special people..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...conversation between two special frnds...an heated one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : I want to live independently now, i am shifting to a new apartment. Are u ok with it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : (sad and angry looks) I'll be fine. I will just turn your bedroom into a game room or something...yeah i will put the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/FAS_Foosball_table_1.jpg"&gt;foosball table&lt;/a&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : Woh woh woh,...why do you get to keep the table? I will take it to my new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : well..I did pay for half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;  : yeah....And i paid for the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : All right, i will play you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : All right, you are on. Well i can take two minutes out of my day to kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The game began after few hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : Hit the ball, pass it pass it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : Get it out of the corner, quick quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;After few minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : YES,its a goal. And the table is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : Congratulations (and then he leaves the room without sayin a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;After few days...joey finally shifting his stuff to his new apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : So umm...you want me to..give you a hand in shifting the table downstairs to the delivery truck..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : naah..you keep it. You need the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; : hmmm...so i guess its the time for me to leave. take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joey leaves , chandler walkin back lonely in his apartment,... seconds later joey bangs open the door and running he jumps over his best friend and hugs him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what my title is all about, these things can happen only wid special people. Another example is of me and my cousin samadh. We fight a hell lot..actually we fight daily and on the silliest topics one can ever imagine. But at the end of the day while dropping him home we wish each other the best of best wishes we can..Recently he has gone to delhi..its been just 3 days and it might be few more days before he comes back but i am missing him like anything ! On the day he was leavin we had a fight and that time it was a good one..!! Last few minutes before he was leaving i even had stopped talking to him. But before the final departure, he came to me and said "Abh itna bi kya nautanki, chod na yaar" And he hugged me...i literally had tears in my eyes. It was this separation thing which brought me more close to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why it is always that we realise the value of the person after we get a fear that we will be losing him/her soon..i think its this default nature we humans have with our special people. And i think we can do nothing about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only way is to make best use of time, and never leave a chance to say to your special ones how much u love them and how desperately u need them in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a small list of people who mean a lot to me, and i want to tell you how much i love you and care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmEB7eL-2xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t_sbRtmRqfk/s1600-h/86260050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmEB7eL-2xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t_sbRtmRqfk/s320/86260050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359567152774830866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;papa (if just went thru this post, i want your comment), mummy, rikita, ridhima didi, soumil , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;manu bhaiya, samadh, shakun didi, sumeen didi, sahil bhaiya, monica maami, shalini ma'am, jyoti ma'am, sujata ma'am, rama ma'am, mehak, taresh, sukriti, aakarsh, kunal, udit, aanchal, malika, kumar, antriksh...!&lt;/span&gt; I dont think i left out anyone. But if by mistake i did due to my poor memory, i am damn sorry and will update this post as soon i remember any such name..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love u and miss u all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 108px; height: 108px;" alt="http://images.clipartof.com/small/32128-Clipart-Illustration-Of-An-Expressive-Yellow-Smiley-Face-Emoticon-With-Hearts-Admiring-His-Crush.jpg" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/32128-Clipart-Illustration-Of-An-Expressive-Yellow-Smiley-Face-Emoticon-With-Hearts-Admiring-His-Crush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8341509377183262717?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8341509377183262717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8341509377183262717&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8341509377183262717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8341509377183262717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only-wid-special-people.html' title='Its only wid special people..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SmEB7eL-2xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t_sbRtmRqfk/s72-c/86260050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4264969865877320987</id><published>2009-07-16T03:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:40:43.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><title type='text'>Guitar Rhythm on the move..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sl4AIjVmlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P-OEzJT3gBM/s1600-h/sb10067358i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sl4AIjVmlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P-OEzJT3gBM/s400/sb10067358i-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358720753542272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Na… nan nan  na na na&lt;br /&gt;Nan nan na na na&lt;br /&gt;Nan nan  na naaaa…&lt;br /&gt;Naa… nan nan na na na&lt;br /&gt;Nan nan na na na&lt;br /&gt;Nan nan  na naaaa… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yaaro jee bhar ke jee le pal&lt;br /&gt;Lagta hai aaj kal&lt;br /&gt;Daur apna aayega&lt;br /&gt;Yaaro jo khud  pe ho yakeen&lt;br /&gt;Toh  zindagi haseen&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe kal bulayega&lt;br /&gt;(Hai junoon  oooooonnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Hai junoon sa jeene mein&lt;br /&gt;(Hai junoon sa jeene mein)&lt;br /&gt;Hai junoon  oooooonnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Hai junoon sa seene mein ) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....it seems like so much musical these days ! Finally my wish that was pending since last few years finally came to completion, well not actually to completion but atleast it started...i just started learning guitar !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing weird rhythmic strokes 3am in night..it feels so gr8. Always wanted to do so !! Well i think it was in my genes...actually my papa also wanted to go for it. So when i play my strokes i see the smile on his face..! &amp;amp; I love that smile.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever i play my strings, i always get phoebe buffay character from friends TV series on my mind, i simply love her songs. Shezz my idol....lolzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoping to play great music, and not the awful sounding music as i have been playing lately. Wish me luck.. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4264969865877320987?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4264969865877320987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4264969865877320987&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4264969865877320987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4264969865877320987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/guitar-rhythm-on-move.html' title='Guitar Rhythm on the move..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sl4AIjVmlDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P-OEzJT3gBM/s72-c/sb10067358i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-286226058593851558</id><published>2009-07-04T04:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:38:09.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sometimes i Want to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sk9b_RSwv-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/fz5e5euIZug/s1600-h/rahil_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sk9b_RSwv-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/fz5e5euIZug/s320/rahil_beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354599624498790370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;gO back 2 d time when getting high meant on a swing. When drinking meant apple juice. When dad was only hero. When love was mom's hug. When dad's shoulder was d highest place on earth. When ur worst enemies were ur siblings. When d only thing dat cud hurt wer wounded knees. When d only things broken wer toys. Whn friends used u for nothing bt borrowing pencils. N whn GUDbye's meant only til tomo. Now memories make us realise life has changed so Much...yet going beautiful thankful !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in my room i often realise how lucky i am too have a such a wonderful world around me...best parents anyone cud ever had, best cousins and best friends...!! And moreover beautiful memories to bind them all !! Dats why sometimes i love to have a quick tour of these !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a linkindex="99" href="http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/88466388/Photographers-Choice-RF" onclick="popDetail('88466388', 'Photographers-Choice-RF', '', '');return false;" title="View image detail"&gt;&lt;span class="mbf-item"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This time its school memories..in brief..(will be writing in detail soon)Fighting for the first seat in chemistry class and fighting for the last seat in english class. It was fun, crushes on teachers (bunty-bubli couple ....lolz dont worry if u dont get it, its for my jkps buddies) , bunking biology lectures, chalk fights.., singing weird songs, the tabla on the benches, playing football/cricket in the class..beatin the hell out of the oder person, weird nicknames anyone cud ever imagine...jyanti, aanti, kadu, doru, glodu, rally, !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn i hate to believe that those days are over ! Waitin for the day wen the time machine gets invented. Till then i happpy wid my present and desperately waiting for such lovely moments in future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bless Ya&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This post is yet to be continued...my school memories are not yet over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-286226058593851558?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/286226058593851558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=286226058593851558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/286226058593851558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/286226058593851558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-want-to.html' title='Sometimes i Want to..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sk9b_RSwv-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/fz5e5euIZug/s72-c/rahil_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2204839092036825883</id><published>2009-06-27T03:46:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:58:46.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently i have been hearing this song "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" from the movie "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Music And Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;". Its ausumn, just though of sharing it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do listen this Song , i love it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I could use some direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I need inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch At You Tube (Only Lyrics) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9J32pMXdVhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9J32pMXdVhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen the Song :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; @import url(http://beemp3.com/player/embed.css);&lt;/style&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-dkrow3.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y;" width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; padding: 0pt;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topleft2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-top2.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore - Way Back Into Love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-dkrow3.gif); background-repeat: repeat;" width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; padding: 0pt;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topright2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt; &lt;td style="width: 16px; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-ltrow2.gif);" width="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/light2.gif); background-repeat: repeat; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;embed class="beeplayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 24px; width: 290px;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x64F051&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x1BAD07&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0xAF2910&amp;amp;soundFile=http%3A//ftp.sgolubev.com/music/way-back-into-love-demo.mp3%0A%0A" align="middle" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; padding: 0pt; vertical-align: bottom;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/logo_small.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="width: 16px; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-ltrow2.gif);" width="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; padding: 0pt;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomleft2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-bottom2.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: top; text-align: center;"&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=2312704&amp;amp;song=Way+Back+Into+Love"&gt;bee mp3 search engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; padding: 0pt;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomright2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click the play button to listen it here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2204839092036825883?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2204839092036825883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2204839092036825883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2204839092036825883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2204839092036825883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-6165814279553764409</id><published>2009-06-25T13:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:22:18.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it a walk to remember ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My blog is a Walk through my life full of beautiful and sad moments; dreams &amp;amp; philosophies ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its definately a Walk To Remember"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMr7vNieQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/26EcdLIqRKI/s1600-h/88624087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMr7vNieQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/26EcdLIqRKI/s320/88624087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351169087531809026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-6165814279553764409?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/6165814279553764409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=6165814279553764409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6165814279553764409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6165814279553764409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-walk-to-remember.html' title='Is it a walk to remember ??'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMr7vNieQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/26EcdLIqRKI/s72-c/88624087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-6133556715521731707</id><published>2009-06-25T11:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:14:47.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Without My Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMb1nyLRGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w-AIq11nhE4/s1600-h/55847763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMb1nyLRGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w-AIq11nhE4/s320/55847763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151390272734306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you might believe there's nothing difficult in it, but its like a terrible nightmare for me ! But i did gave it a try four days back. Though i have also experienced 24hrs without a mobile a month back, but that time i had the alternative of my daddi's cell. This time i decided not to touch any cellphone for complete 48hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 late at night, i switched off my mobile ! It was a strange feeling, i never had switched off my mobile purposely. But before that i had made sure that there were no "To Do's " or calender entries in my next two days schedule. Now since i have shifted to broadband i didn't miss my gprs at all, which i definitely missed last time i stayed away from my cell for 24hrs. I had kept my cell on my side table. And continued surfing online with the idea to forget that i ever had a mobile. Within few hours i slept, so night went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, yawning and half in sleep i picked my cell to see the time. Then i suddenly remembered about my "two days without mobile thing". So i locked the cell in my almira so that i couldn't repeat the same mistake again. This thing made me realise i had no clock in my room, i was watching the time throughout these years either through my mobile or laptop. So the 1st thing i did was setting a clock in my room.  Morning went fine, but the afternoon was not...calls from my dad, cousins, friends..on my landline all shouting why the hell is your mobile switched off. I gave a common reply to all "some techincal defect with my cellone.." Friends had planned for a evening movie. This time i didnt had the option to add alarm for the movie in my cell, so my brain cells had to alarm me this time. Rest of the day went smooth as most of the people who wanted to contact me called me on landline. And surprizingly by evening i also remembered about the movie which i had doubt on myself. So the day ended fine. But at 1 at night i desperately missed my cell. As i used to have chats with some close buddies. So i decided to go online and luckily i found most of them online on Gtalk. Ahh what a relief.., did the faltu (useless) talks !! And went off to sleep early that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, actually went very good. Seriously speaking i didnt had imagined myself to be so comfortable without my cell but definitely i was. Though throughout these two days i used to keep touching the pockets of my trousers, which i think i had a habbit of doing, checking all the time for any missed calls or sms's. But it was a different feeling this time, whatever it was it was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 late at night; 48 hours completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 messages (max were the usual fwd msgs)&lt;br /&gt;34 missed call alerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;an ausumn xperience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-6133556715521731707?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/6133556715521731707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=6133556715521731707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6133556715521731707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6133556715521731707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-days-without-my-mobile.html' title='Two Days Without My Mobile'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkMb1nyLRGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w-AIq11nhE4/s72-c/55847763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4745551416404423221</id><published>2009-06-24T14:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:45:10.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We Always have A choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Whatever comes our way, what ever battle we have raging inside...us, we always have a choice. My friend Harry Osbon taught me that; He chose to be the best of himself. It's the choices that make us who we are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Peter parker, (Spiderman-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkHuJ2OSGvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/89GQdZLG78w/s1600-h/82978346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkHuJ2OSGvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/89GQdZLG78w/s320/82978346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819685234514674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I tried making the wrong choice, suffered a lot consequences ! Now with the right choice and enjoying the life again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4745551416404423221?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4745551416404423221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4745551416404423221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4745551416404423221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4745551416404423221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-always-have-choice.html' title='We Always have A choice'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SkHuJ2OSGvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/89GQdZLG78w/s72-c/82978346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4067275522982004113</id><published>2009-06-22T03:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:46:31.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Windy vision of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“To the person who does not know where he wants to go there is no favorable wind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sj-AYZ-IL7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HU9-kjfsDmI/s1600-h/ngs39_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sj-AYZ-IL7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HU9-kjfsDmI/s320/ngs39_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350136039116124082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vision&lt;/span&gt; is to have faith in what you cannot see and hope to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I get carried away with the sadness around me, in me and within me and somehow I trail off track where I recall me, as being created to love and be loved. Nevertheless I have to live the life I have, best in a relationship, every step of the way and in those stepping ups and downs I will know and also be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time I think of how and why I am alive and have the life I live and I forget the reasons, the visions and the aspirations. But like me, you should always remember that our story is important and that we're part of a bigger story. We need to know that OUR LIFE MATTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The life we live, in the place we live, is tattered, shattered, broken. My once upon a time friend said that life is hard for most people most of the time, even for him who smiles on and on and never sheds a tear. I believe that all of us are familiar with pain; that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments. We need to know that we're not alone in the places we feel stuck and helpless. Yes there are some dead ends which will make us change our course, most importantly, the vision is to see beyond the wall. After the demise of a life I had craved for 19 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sj-Dp5FKIKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l9XghAcbJ8E/s1600-h/sb10065438g-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sj-Dp5FKIKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l9XghAcbJ8E/s320/sb10065438g-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350139638059770018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;years, I thought it was it, my eyes couldn't see what my heart wanted it to see, but then after much prayer and faith the vision appeared, I could see me, I could see my happily ever after. So now when people tell me don't walk on dreams, I feel like punching their nose and telling them that just because their sight does not allow them to envision, it doesn't mean it cannot be achieved. Will power makes a lot happen. Vision makes a lot happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rescue is possible, independence is possible, and choice is possible. God is the most beneficent and the merciful and he still pays heed to you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyes do not hold a vision, your sense of vision is in the depth of your heart, dig it, pump it, plug it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The vision is that &lt;/span&gt;we learn to love our friends, and love ourselves enough to get around with helping others to see what we can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The vision is &lt;/span&gt;better endings. Happy and prosperous endings. The vision is people finding life worth living and finding the heart to love on without being scared of the consequences of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The vision is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the intuit that we're more loved than we'll ever know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The vision is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the belief that our best days are ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Vision is the art of seeing the invisible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God bless !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4067275522982004113?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4067275522982004113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4067275522982004113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4067275522982004113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4067275522982004113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/windy-vision-of-life.html' title='Windy vision of life..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sj-AYZ-IL7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HU9-kjfsDmI/s72-c/ngs39_0403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-5377946048482699608</id><published>2009-06-08T00:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:59:12.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Friends..all the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/friendship/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/friendship/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most will say this typical filmy dialogue- "ladka aur ladki kabhi dost nahi bansakte" [a girl and guy can never be friends] does this mean opposite gender attraction and sexuality ruins what invariably would have been a good friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i however beg to differ, being brought up in co-ed school ; and now when i study in a co-educational institutional college, i firmly believe that a guy and a girl can not just be friends but good friends at that. it is a popular notion that yin and yang makes a whole, this is applicable not only to a couple in love but in friendship too. i wonder why parents adopt this attitude towards their kids, where they tend to question the nature of their friendship when they see their daughter/son get too friendly with a friend of the opposite gender...thank God it is not the case in my family but i have seen many such families in my friend circle and this is not just applicable to parents but other peers too. what makes people raise their eyebrow to friendship and so called categories of friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does really attraction and sexuality ruins what could have been a great friendship? my answer would be yes and no. firstly, when two people find that they are very compatible as friends and enjoy life the fullest they tend to wander just a bit thinking that good friends can end up as good lovers too, sometimes it works out sometimes it don't. and then again sometimes two friends don't look at each other as anything more than friends. this is all too complicated isn't it? actually friendship means different things to different people. its relative. so how we approach it and how we want to deal with friends and friendship is entirely depends on each person, there is hardly any rule book to it, to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so weird to think, that with time a guy and a girl friendship find social acceptance on the other side same gender friends are often frowned at :P! what has the world come to really? good friends are really hard to come by and when they do one must cling onto them. many of my acquaintances find it hard to believe that i have found durable friendships in the world wide web; who cares ultimately the friendship counts, the medium is irrelevant. isn't it? virtual or real friends matter the most. we made friends and friendship should not be based gender or sexual orientation of the friendship, but the feelings that is shared should be most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apunkachoice.com/upload/movies/movgal201407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.apunkachoice.com/upload/movies/movgal201407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today i saw two legendary bollywood flicks - "Jaane Tu" And "Kuch Kuch Hoota Hai.."Both having some common ending, two best friends of college falling in love at the end. After watching such movies, views do get change for some time...as i said earlier these things get really complex sometimes..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimg.sulekha.com/hindi/kuch-kuch-hota-hai/Stills/KKHH_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 215px;" src="http://mimg.sulekha.com/hindi/kuch-kuch-hota-hai/Stills/KKHH_9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the times i hear people say.. "If they cant be good friends they cant be great lovers" doesn't it contradict my above thoughts; actually i myself am a big contradiction to my own views, as i myself have fallen in love with my two really good friends of mine ! On the contrary i have this special friend, i love her a lot but she is just a friend.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Now i am leaving some homework for u people, i hope you won't disappoint me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So with jumbled up conclusion at the end i want you people who are reading this blog-post to give your opinions and please give your honest opinions , ur  experiences or whatever you feel about this topic.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would really appreciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;hasta la vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-5377946048482699608?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/5377946048482699608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=5377946048482699608&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5377946048482699608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5377946048482699608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends..all the way'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8595141891490210778</id><published>2009-06-06T05:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:39:15.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning : This post could be somewhat boring so if you dont have some time to spare, please dont go ahead. If you do go ahead, please dont complaint me later. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sioyj35G5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uWJPz1IuE9Q/s1600-h/homealone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sioyj35G5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uWJPz1IuE9Q/s200/homealone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344139499708802050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its 4'o clock in the morning, lost within myself, have nothing to do (though few assignments, practical files and a sessional to study for but i am not in a mood to do them now..); sitting alone in my room lookin' out my window some random thoughts flowing through my mind,  calm and cool breeze through the window kissing my body is tinkling me...!! Its strange sometimes when i behave like this, i keep thinking about something and few minutes later i forget what i was thinking...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 48 hours have been bag full of emotions for me, some smiles, some sorrows and some weird feelings, small fight with my cousin, it was cold war sorts...if i tell you the issue you will laugh so better leave it but this small fight turned out to be a major one. This followed a small suggestion from my special friend which i took somewhat in a negative way and as a result i landed myself in a weird situation. And later i got angry with myself as the suggestion was for my benefit only. But the evening had a surprise for me, an old buddy from my school gave a surprise visit..it was superb, i cant explain how happy i was that time. We spent 3 hours together gossiped, gossiped and gossiped. Talked about school times, gave a ring to  some old classmates and talked on loudspeaker...it was total fun. Next Day was full of boredums, was home alone...so spent maximum time online surfing some old bookmarks and googling some new gadgets. Was getting bugged up alone in the house, there was nothing interesting on television as us&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sio7IqxrnTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lrDP7iCrHTY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sio7IqxrnTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lrDP7iCrHTY/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344148927936175410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ual...so it was my i-pod which came to my survival. Later that day i again had a fight with someone really close and it was all due to me as usual..! This fight cudnt make me sleep whole last night...thinking about it i have gone mad, so i finally decided to stop thinking for it for a while..! So you finally travelled my boring home alone time snap of 48 hours....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh its 5'o clock, i have spent one hour just to write a single paragraph, the breeze is getting colder....the birds have started twittering, and i love that sound....i still remember way back in time during school days these birds used to give me wake up call...my mom used to say "rahil uth jaa, teri birdies aa gayi hai...tujhe uthane...school time ho gaya hai.."...and the strangest fact was that they didnt woke me up during sundays.., i know you won't be believeing me. Talking about my mom, she has gone to naanke (her father's place..) and its been a month..i am really missing her. Two days back i was travelling in a matador, in the seat next to me a small boy was resting on her mother's shoulder with his head towards me. He had big attractive eyes, throughout the journey he was looking in my eyes and smiling so innocently, i was so lost in him and didnt realised when i got lost in the times when i used to have fun with my mom. Later i realised i was also smiling, it felt so great..Those days were ausumn..wish we could go back to those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3302630772_8a9bee60cb.jpg" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3302630772_8a9bee60cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The darkness outside the window has started dissolving away, and i am still not feeling sleepy. Those who have survived reading this post.. i congratulate them and i dont want to torture them any further. So i am leaving now, with my i-pod plugged in my ears, me going for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care and have a good day ahead. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8595141891490210778?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8595141891490210778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8595141891490210778&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8595141891490210778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8595141891490210778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/06/warning-this-post-could-be-somewhat.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sioyj35G5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uWJPz1IuE9Q/s72-c/homealone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-5935320553856831465</id><published>2009-05-27T04:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:12:12.255+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><title type='text'>Memories will always be there..</title><content type='html'>I love to talk, think, share and dream about my memories...but this time its not about particularly mine memories its about memories of a teenager.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="36" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/ShUaKQynP6I/AAAAAAAABR8/15XEZgnTC38/s1600-h/Beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338201696925859746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/ShUaKQynP6I/AAAAAAAABR8/15XEZgnTC38/s400/Beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;U will never know what was the total expense of your education, but for a lifetime you will recall and relive the memories of school and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Few years from now, you’ll forget the amount you paid to settle the hospitalization bill, but you’ll cherish the memory of having saved your dear one's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You won't remember the cost of hangouts with your special friends, but as i said earlier u will definitely cherish those moments later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over bills in a college canteen and fighting over bills on a family dinner has a 180 degree phase difference....u will see people fighting in the first case on the issue that no one is ready to pay and in the later case everyone wants to pay....i bet u will never ever remember those fights but you will definitely either laugh or cry when u think about those moments later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good times and bad times, times of prosperity and times of poverty, times when the future looked so secure and times when you didn't know from where the tomorrow will come….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life has been in one way or the other a roller-coaster ride for everyone. Beyond all that abundance and beyond all that deprivation, what remains is the memory of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the wallet was full….sometimes the pocket was empty. There was enough and you still had reasons to frown. There wasn't enough and you still had reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you can look back with tears of gratitude for all the times you had laughed together, and also look back with a smile at all the times you cried alone. All in all, life filled you with experiences to create a history of your own self, and you alone can remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you balanced yourself on your cycle without support…&lt;br /&gt;The first cry…the first steps…the first word…the first kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first crush...the first &lt;/span&gt;dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first gift you bought for your parents..&lt;br /&gt;The first award…the first public appreciation…the first stage performance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list is endless…All experiences, with timeless memory…&lt;br /&gt;No denying that anything that's material costs money, but the fact remains that the cost of the experience will be forgotten, but the experience never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if it's economic recession? Let it be, but let there not be a recession to the quality of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can still take your parents, if not to a foreign trip, at least to a weekend dinner.It doesn't cost money to lie down or to take a loved one onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;Nice time to train yourself, build leadership and be ready for the so called wonderful times when they arrive (for perspective - even NOW can be a wonderful time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Aspects like your health, knowledge development and spiritual growth are not economy dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will pass…economy will revive…currency will soon be in demand…and in all this, I don't want you to look back and realize, you did nothing but stayed in gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can make you lose out on money. Let it not make you lose out on experiences…If you are not happy with what you have, no matter how much more you have, you will still not be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a statement with the way you live your life:&lt;/strong&gt; How I feel has nothing to do with how much I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/180/174EA33188FCE6A27997E32A1754E39D.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God Bless U All !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-5935320553856831465?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/5935320553856831465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=5935320553856831465&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5935320553856831465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5935320553856831465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/memories-will-always-be-there.html' title='Memories will always be there..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/ShUaKQynP6I/AAAAAAAABR8/15XEZgnTC38/s72-c/Beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-3902823400183820826</id><published>2009-05-23T17:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:36:48.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Finally it Rained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="17" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgkpGtSzI1I/AAAAAAAABx4/_oz3aCiziZY/s1600-h/ist2_4317288-winter-branches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgkpGtSzI1I/AAAAAAAABx4/_oz3aCiziZY/s320/ist2_4317288-winter-branches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334840428811461458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! finally it rained.... after weeks of continuous heat wave.. it rained today, it was a relief.. with the storm blowing away the curtains.. the windows slamming...the cool breeze instilling a fresh new breath to life... finally the city today heaved a sigh of relief! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="18" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgksLb2QYLI/AAAAAAAAByQ/BZYMbGOpYBc/s1600-h/42-17064503.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though it was hell hot in the mornin...making it impossible to continue sleeping... the sun made me wake up rudely..i had just slept few hours back. As it was weekend i slept late last night enjoying few hollywood flicks....but due to this scorching heat i was so much pissed off, and same was the case with the afternoon temperature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;the evening had a BIG surprise for me, it rained heavily..&lt;br /&gt;...sigh! i couldn't thank god enough for this day.. for a day like this.. with clouds mystifying the sky...the sun nowhere in sight and the temperatures going down several notches...doing study on a day like this is a crime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgkrgBRVT8I/AAAAAAAAByA/ICIbv1GKtuM/s320/42-21638302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334843062694006722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long for the threats of the cloud to turn to a reality...it poured cats and dogs.. relentlessly...and we all got a breather...with the heat wave forgotten for the moment.. its a perfect time to go for walks in the rain kissed streets..with hand in hand with that special one..to drop in at the local tea-walla...or the CCD and enjoying a hot cuppa... or sitting in the car with that special someone or going for a long drive with a romantic score being played and watching the rains stain the glass... its just splendid feelings i always feel whenever it rains...! sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Shf0BfmuZgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g8dJ8c07Xm8/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Shf0BfmuZgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g8dJ8c07Xm8/s400/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339004189771982338" 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/5744366706373882986-3902823400183820826?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/3902823400183820826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=3902823400183820826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3902823400183820826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/3902823400183820826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-it-rained.html' title='Finally it Rained'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgkpGtSzI1I/AAAAAAAABx4/_oz3aCiziZY/s72-c/ist2_4317288-winter-branches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-2603236990935282519</id><published>2009-05-22T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:20:45.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Times'/><title type='text'>When nothing seems to go right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when nothing seems to go right!&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when people you trust turns out to betray you!&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when there is no-one to be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when you realize that everything in life is transient!&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when all you want,is to give up!&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;when tough times seem to last forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing! You just pick yourself up...dust off the bad memories....hold onto the lessons that you have learnt and just move on....it is time to grow up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-2603236990935282519?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/2603236990935282519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=2603236990935282519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2603236990935282519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/2603236990935282519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-nothing-seems-to-go-right.html' title='When nothing seems to go right..'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1295028792798908211</id><published>2009-05-16T17:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:37:58.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><title type='text'>Special Friend of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Isn't it funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;how some special people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;don't realize they're special at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They're thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;without even thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They're always right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when you call -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They share, not expecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a thing in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yet always seem richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for giving -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Isn't it lovely how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;those special people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;can teach us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so much about living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're One of Those Special People -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks for being My Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a special msg to a very special friend of mine,who has been my rock,being there when i was lost n all alone,who helped me to be the change i have in me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is not picturesque.it has its shares of ups n downs,smiles n frowns.the tough times never last long,like with each night comes the advent of a bright new day.in the same way our hardships soon pass by with the love n support of near n dear ones.its their love n concern that encourages us to move on overcoming our short comings.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/ShaU6KfYJkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tK1J0VsbhPU/s1600-h/Boy%2B%26%2BGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/ShaU6KfYJkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tK1J0VsbhPU/s400/Boy%2B%26%2BGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338618135263585858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Rahil/Desktop/Boy+&amp;amp;+Girl.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my journey of life i have a friend who plays a pivotal part in my learning n healing process.i say "hav" bcoz for me,she still is my friend, philosopher n guide,who gave me a new lease of life... for me our friendship will never have to face the curse of oblivion but my dedication n love will keep the fire in our friendship burning throughout my life..atleast i hope so, the experience of knowing her has been an enlightening one 4 me n im going to cherish it till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we first met, i never really knew how much ud come to mean to me in just a matter of months but den u did,n thats wats soo charming abt u.in u i found an ocean,i found strength to move on from u,lesson to live life n lots of peace n solace in u.thats y i call u an ocean,who only gives n does so without reluctance or xpecting anything in return... mayb soon there will b a time when i ll remain all but a memory to u.but i want my existence in ur life even as a memory to b a happy one n thats all i ask.i knw having u in my life has been an xperience i ll cheerish throughout ny life,bcoz it not only gave me pleasure but taught me loads. all i want to do is to thank u for all the gr8 moments u have given me to cheerish making my knwing u all the more special.THANKX a lot!!!u may think u n me have nothing between us n for me to forget u wont be a difficult task.but u r wrong,dreadfully wrong.does one forget sum1 who has taught one to survive in the rat race of dis world.no matter how bad n cruel i am,i knw 4 sure im nt ingrateful.wat u hav done for me,no one has done for me.so anytime u need me,u ll never find me backing off.we may loose our frienship in course of time but the fact remains somewhere ive loved u,n loved u alot,as a friend as someone who gave me a new life.im really sorry for all the times i have troubled u n hurt u but i never intended to. i can write on and on...but its just that i want u to be happy forever  &lt;img alt="http://img1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" src="http://img1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it..,&lt;br /&gt;happy n smiling&lt;br /&gt;with not a shadow of sorrow or unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;to cloud ur horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A person like u deserves all the good things n thats what i ll always wish for u-health,happiness n prosperity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1295028792798908211?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1295028792798908211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1295028792798908211&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1295028792798908211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1295028792798908211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-friend-of-mine.html' title='Special Friend of Mine'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/ShaU6KfYJkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tK1J0VsbhPU/s72-c/Boy%2B%26%2BGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8598750121222316680</id><published>2009-05-15T20:36:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:35:40.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 222px;" alt="http://www.funmunch.com/events/mothersday/mothers_day_graphics/mothers_day_glitter_graphic14.gif" src="http://www.funmunch.com/events/mothersday/mothers_day_graphics/mothers_day_glitter_graphic14.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i remember it was mother's day last week.. i think every dutiful child will wish their mother on such a beautiful occasion... I'm just plain handicapped when it comes to such things...its just that i feel plain awkward... this is just for my mummy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sg2HvLUdQCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z3b3EpMFE0c/s1600-h/P2080256_EDITED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sg2HvLUdQCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z3b3EpMFE0c/s320/P2080256_EDITED.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336070378066100258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Mummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you know i really do remember its mothers day. no i didn't wish you, ..i didn't because i couldn't muster the courage to do it.. i feel the love, even though i want to i cant just walk up to you.. i know its as simple as walking to you and hug you tight and whisper it to you...i just wish i wasn't this way... i wish i could make you feel on top of the world on this day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="29" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgbRMe-Y0dI/AAAAAAAABxA/UsNzCbI-h_w/s1600-h/42-22092683.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wish i could just get you the breakfast in bed... but i didn't do it because i didn't want you to think i am capable of doing it. i feared that you will make me do it everyday if you knew i could.. :D somethings i just love you doing it... know what?? no matter what happens i love being fed by you.. its not that I'm lazy or i just want to create more troubles for you... its just that i love it this way... no i will never ever admit it to you.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMT-U0pjHn0/SgbRiWMIvUI/AAAAAAAABxI/HjGqj5uNJUs/s320/BXP35141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181196669173058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 131px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wish i could gift you something worthwhile... but i cant now... but trust me... i will someday... i will give you a comfortable life, lots of love and all that you deserve but never got...but more than which i will make you proud.. i will be someone and then you can flaunt me with your friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;know what ma? we have these huge fights... massive ones...and it really bugs me when you back out and get ur mood spoiled... because all i want is for you to fight me..not because i enjoy a good fight[ yea i do..] but i want you to stand up for yourself... you are just to soft hearted..you just are plain lucky you have dad as your hubby who shields you from all hardship.. but i want you to be independent to walk away from dad's shadow and show the world you can.. because i know you can.. and i know how you hate being totally dependent on others... here's something i want to tell you.. yea we do have these serious fights.. i do tell you terrible things.. but an argument doesn't mean i hate you... it just means we have our difference of opinion...it just pains me to see you nurture the wrong notion that i don't care a bit.. i may seem stoic but I'm not... i do care.. believe me i do.. :) nope id never say these things to you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have also started enjoying your endless questions, which i used to hate earlier..!! I love being momma's kid.... love the way u talk with me when i come from college...sharing my daily routine... love the way u hug me, play wid me...try to make me laugh...i love everything....and how can i forget ur lovely delicious dishes...yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you know i truly feel blessed having you as my mom... "go live your life... have the career you want.. I'm there for you.."  you have no idea just how much it means to me...with your belief on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with lots of love hugs and kisses... i hope dad wont mind will he??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here's wishing you a very happy mothers day!! may i be blessed with you as my mom forever and always.... you are my super mom... with your generous heart, kind nature.. tearful ways and you beautiful smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mwuaah&lt;/span&gt;... that was a smooch in case u dont know......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love you ma... just be the inspiration you are to me always.. and do keep smiling... because you look like a dragon ready to explode when you don't smile :) and that makes me feel scared... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;your rebellious&lt;br /&gt;Shoona...(i love when u call me by that name...hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8598750121222316680?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8598750121222316680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8598750121222316680&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8598750121222316680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8598750121222316680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/Sg2HvLUdQCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z3b3EpMFE0c/s72-c/P2080256_EDITED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8970302880833456584</id><published>2009-05-06T00:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:15:40.975+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play school'/><title type='text'>Back To Play School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="http://kidsinternationalplayway.com/images/kidsinternational_06a.jpg" src="http://kidsinternationalplayway.com/images/kidsinternational_06a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few Days Back I went back to where I started out. I went back to play school ( Green Field School ) where my education and this struggle in life began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting in through the gates, I walked in to the place that is monumental in my being "me". I went back there almost 15 years after I had left it. Memories of my first school is a lot hazier now, cobwebs are preventing it from it being more clear but the essence it there. I was almost feeling a sense of timelessness over take me. There were so many lil toddlers who were moving around in chains and holding hands, little knowing that the race to survive to succeed had begun. Each would go on to fight for their seat in one of the reputed schools of the city and would secure a bright future for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me visit my play school suddenly after 15 yrs....it was a general family discussion few weeks back, my mom &amp;amp; dad were enjoying my play school memories with me. How i used to trouble them, how i used to make mess in the class, how i used to yell, how i used to cry....and the list was long...!! It was fun listening my memories from my best friends...my parents..;)..&lt;br /&gt;Among the endless stories..i am sharing one with you.."It was early morning, getting from bed was as difficult as it is today...already late for my van (school van used to pick me from home)...got ready somehow...with no heart to go school....and suddenly i hear loud continuous horns,  it was my van..! My mom forcing me into it, as i had plans to bunk school that day..!I took the seat...just before the door was about to close i jumped out of the van. Tears slowly rolling from eyes...as a weapon to emotionalize mom to agree for my bunk, the plan was working ! But here comes my dad...i believe he was well aware of my false tears...so he forcefully dragged me to the van and made me sit..!! And that was the moment....my virtual tears were no longer fake..., my real tears started flowing like anything... shouting, kicking &amp;amp; crying....i had gone mad, jumped again out from the van... yelling at my top voice, and suddenly it came which was well expected - A tight slap from my dad...and a series of slaps following it... but i was succesful in bunking that day, &amp;amp;.. those well deserved slaps added to my beautiful memories... u must be wondering how come it was a beautiful memory, but it was.... actually i still believe such moments were responsible for what i "am" today.... :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SgwuBQ7yXfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z3iWaOBrFW8/s1600-h/GreenFldSchoolCapture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SgwuBQ7yXfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z3iWaOBrFW8/s400/GreenFldSchoolCapture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335690257787674098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really going back to school was something and has made me so nostalgic!! It’s weird how I was looking forward to this year as if my life depended upon it and now when its here and now; I feel this apprehension pulling me back from actually fully enjoy it. I had never anticipated a lot of changes that are about to rock my world but here they are, staring at me. In my anticipation of the goal I forgot to look out for the means to reach it and the changes id have to make to meet it. So it’s a sudden impact that hit me. There is a lot of soul searching to do now, loads to prepare myself. So if you find my next few posts all senti and nostalgic, you’ll know what to blame.. I hope I haven’t bored you to death? If I have.. then don’t even tell me about it &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;! :) &lt;/span&gt;&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/5744366706373882986-8970302880833456584?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8970302880833456584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8970302880833456584&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8970302880833456584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8970302880833456584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-play-school.html' title='Back To Play School'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SgwuBQ7yXfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z3iWaOBrFW8/s72-c/GreenFldSchoolCapture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-8581437210624442774</id><published>2009-05-06T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:08:11.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><title type='text'>Truth Of Life</title><content type='html'>If you toe the line and just keep mute about your grievances to their perpetrator,you are good.But the moment you stand up for yourself and voice your opinion, you are the vamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are those who stick by no matter differences you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- thats something i realized and this post is not intended at anyone, so please keep your brickbats away! :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-8581437210624442774?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/8581437210624442774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=8581437210624442774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8581437210624442774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/8581437210624442774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-of-life.html' title='Truth Of Life'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-6904045276099692383</id><published>2009-05-03T00:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:31:05.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Falling in Love....♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="30" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/SfaeTlA0SmI/AAAAAAAABMk/WgRp3r-C8EQ/s1600-h/Love.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329621268229802594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/SfaeTlA0SmI/AAAAAAAABMk/WgRp3r-C8EQ/s400/Love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I know if I am with the right person?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a cycle in every relationship...In the initial; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="32" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/Sfad5MLs6pI/AAAAAAAABME/pCrppD5XgF0/s1600-h/Swept+off+my+feet.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329620814887971474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/Sfad5MLs6pI/AAAAAAAABME/pCrppD5XgF0/s400/Swept+off+my+feet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU. Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It's a natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your partner's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stages when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="33" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/Sfab5jkSo-I/AAAAAAAABLE/EnzU70mjQ00/s1600-h/Affair.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the person you found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner). Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know and apply these laws, the results are predictable. You can "make" love. Love is therefore a "decision". Not just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="31" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/SfaeHE6oJTI/AAAAAAAABMc/FQD0KPpGz44/s1600-h/Falling+in+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329621053455476018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 293px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/SfaeHE6oJTI/AAAAAAAABMc/FQD0KPpGz44/s400/Falling+in+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember this always:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogomania.cognizance.org.in/vote.php?serial=251" target="_blank"&gt;Vote for me now! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Blogomania 2010 sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.odyssey360.com" target="_blank"&gt;Odyssey360&lt;/a&gt; | The 24 hour online book store with 5 milion books to choose from. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-6904045276099692383?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/6904045276099692383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=6904045276099692383&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6904045276099692383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6904045276099692383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love....♥ ♥'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRuDQ8Dg98Q/SfaeTlA0SmI/AAAAAAAABMk/WgRp3r-C8EQ/s72-c/Love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-4062252489992113287</id><published>2009-05-02T20:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:24:39.382+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite lines of a college student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>Engineer favourite's related to an Assignment</title><content type='html'>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When deciding assignment topics and submission dates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Sir Yeh Bahut zyada hai, itna nahi ho payega...please questions kam karo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir &lt;/span&gt;         - "Tikh hai marks bi kam milege..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt; - (hissing) "Ja oye apna kam kar, number nahi dene mat de...itna bhau mat kha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt;          - "Submission Date is 3 days from today.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt; - (hissing) "Kya yaar isse humne aaram se baat kya kar li yeh toh sar par chad gaya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt;          - "You standup...what u said just now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt; - "Nothing sir, i was saying ki which book to consult"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir &lt;/span&gt;         - "Nothing particular, but still you can consult Abc Ram"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt; - (hissing)  "Does money grow on plants...jab poocho..kissi na kissi book ka naam bataa deta hai..pakaa commsion mili hoogi....waise bi humne kaunsi book se banani hai...yaar radha ko bol...jaldi se assignment banaye...phir hum uttar lenge.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assignment Ka Jugadh (trying a easy way out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm&lt;br /&gt;(Shaam Calling Radha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaam&lt;/span&gt; - Hi dear, how are you..!! Yaar mujhe teri help chaiye...bahut hi urgent kaam pad gaya hai...please meri assignment bana de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radha&lt;/span&gt; - Yaar meri apni aadhi hi hui hai...sorry cant help you..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaam&lt;/span&gt; - Please, please...yaad kar maine teri kitni help ki thi...aaj tu mere liye itna chota sa kaam nahi kar sakti...i didnt expected this....teri itni proxies lagai...tujhe itney chocolates gift kiye...unn sabh ko bhul gayi kya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radha&lt;/span&gt; - Aacha Babaa...kar dungi...abh khush...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaam&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(After disconnecting phone)&lt;br /&gt;-phir manaa liya pagal ko, ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assignment Copying under progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye tune kya likha hai????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo word samajh mein aa raha hai woh likh, jo nahi samajh mein aa raha hai uska drawing nikal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phir bhi, kuch to idea hoga??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maine uska likha hai, mera assignment check ho gaya, tu bhi wohi kar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koi hint........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd person-"Are baba ........jaldi kar, toone uttarna hai to uttar warna mujhe de de abhi maine start karni hai........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye bhi chhapna hai kya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaat kaat ke likh le...kaon padhta hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Late Submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tujhe Sir ka sign aata hai kya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maine us ko bola thaa ki copy karke mera assgnment bhi saath mein submit kar dena"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ab mein kya karu usne mereko bole bina hi submit kar diya........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They should allow XEROX........sala system hi kharab hai "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mere ghar mein shaadi hai....isliye mein nahi Kar paaya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was on bed....was not well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir kal pakka de dunga...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nahi leni toh mat le...mujhe farak nahi padta.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Its Just for fun, not at all meant to hurt anyone sentiments..lolz.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-4062252489992113287?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/4062252489992113287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=4062252489992113287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4062252489992113287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/4062252489992113287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/05/engineer-favourites-related-to.html' title='Engineer favourite&apos;s related to an Assignment'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-224027032231110256</id><published>2009-04-28T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:12:56.778+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>True Beauty as i see it !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I categorize beauty under true and superficial headings. This Generation next (Gen-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;) have lost the line which defines the difference between the two. They confuse the beauty of the eye and the beauty of the heart - two things that could not be farther from each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Of late, our minds have been set on the superficial beauty, tossing aside true beauty - the beauty of the soul - for physical prowess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;There are few truly beautiful people left in the world, but when you meet one, it is obvious. They smile warmly and truly, shining a light from their purity almost unknowingly onto you. And through that smile, you feel that that person really does care. They listen intently to what you say, encourage your ideas; they mean it, they remember what you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; said or done. They treat everyone like they are amazing and worthy and honestly outstanding. They don’t judge or make you feel bad, and they are so very easily trusted. But most incredible, a truly beautiful person brings out &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; true beauty - just by being themselves, a person with true beauty can make you reach farther, try harder, dig deeper. They believe in you and want you to succeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But all that is just detail though. Because there is one sentence to describe a truly beautiful person, one sentence. That’s all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True beauty is the ability to love unconditionally"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M0X9MzkzNXE/SVXFyHSAYdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PL30L6LaZ_E/s144/smiles-msn-emotions-16.gif" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M0X9MzkzNXE/SVXFyHSAYdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PL30L6LaZ_E/s144/smiles-msn-emotions-16.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-224027032231110256?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/224027032231110256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=224027032231110256&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/224027032231110256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/224027032231110256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-beauty-as-i-see-it.html' title='True Beauty as i see it !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M0X9MzkzNXE/SVXFyHSAYdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PL30L6LaZ_E/s72-c/smiles-msn-emotions-16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-5954841547427537061</id><published>2009-04-28T03:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:24:49.093+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Romantic Story of a computer engineer named Lalita !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Disclaimer - lalit &amp;amp; lalita are part of my fictious story, there is no such resemblence to them in the real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce upon a time there was a smart handsome guy named "lalit", despite belonging to backward area he had the determination to earn big name one day, to achieve this he ran from his home at an early age...struggling each day, his life was like hell....after travelling for years reached on a banks of a river...he loved to boat...but never had the money to travel one such ride....working day and night..he saved each &amp;amp; every penny possible..for his sacred dreams..! One fine day he met a girl (lalita) regarding some help in technical aspect of making a boat as the girl was a engineer..he never noticed her, but since that day his destiny changed....he began earning in hundreds then slowly and slowly in thousands...he never looked back!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  ...lalita had a crush on lalit...but nvr had the guts to disclose this....she used to bunk her engineering classes just to have a glance of lalit..! Soon the poor lalit was no longer a poor fellow...he soon buyed a wooden boat worth a lot...!! He use to give rides to college students at reasonable rates...lalita was  frequent travellor in his boat..now lalit was well aware of her...but still cudnt judge her feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalit was sounding dumb, he cudn't read the eyes of the girl....these things made lalita decide ..to disclose her love...so she finally decided to propose her..! She decided 31th december as the proposal date..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6'o clock in the morning of 31th dec, lalita cudnt control her emotions...so she left her home early that day, giving excuse to her parents that she is going to meer her sister moti billi (no she is not a fat cat....this was her nickname) my sugarly sweet maasi....u must be wondering who i am....dont worry u will soon be knowing abt me soon go on reading the tale...i am yet to come in this world..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalita had never came so early to the bank, the view was ausumn,...the river was so calm and chilling breeze was making her already fast beating heart more faster....! But hours passed away..no was no sign of lalit anywhere...soon the whole day passed....the girl's eyes had gone numb.. it was going to be the worst day of her life...!! Time being 11:23 she decided to leave the place as it was freezing cold...but with still hope in her eyes...looking left right she cudnt believe it was happening to her and finally she started walking away.....SuDDenLy,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....i call it a miracle...from no where, lalit on his boat was passing by....his eyes noticed the girl...he shouted her name...but lalita was so much lost in her thoughts that she cud hear nothing, she kept walking....lalit after trying 4-5 times finally shouted at his highest level possible...it did the magic....lalita turned back....it was like....ahh... unexplainable moment....tears which she had locked in her eyes...finally got freedom....heart beating at its best...soul shivering with happiness...she ran towards the boat jumped in it...and gave a tight hug to lalit....he was confused..!!...but he soon realised what was happening....when lalita broke her silence....she whispered the 3 most beautiful words of the world.. "I Love U"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."I love u too.." these were the words from lalit ...so the worst day turned out to be best day of her life.... moments after this event, huge fireworks were visible in the sky...it was 1st January, it seemed like the world was celebrating their happiness....and  guess what a minute later they had twins...lola and lily....here i come into existence...i am lola.... lalit &amp;amp; lalita's son...soon they got married...and lived happily ever after...!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years after...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(About me &amp;amp; my family...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (lola) am doing computer engg and my sis...lily is doing E&amp;amp;C engg.....my maasi due to some personal problems couldnt study earlier, so she is also studying with me pursuing computer enggineering...though she is my maasi...but v are more of good frndss....though she is a big copy cat...she likes do those things which i have done or i want to do.....and a strong competition exits between me and her...we two are the top rankers of our class but at the same time she is hell lot caring ...i am so lucky to have such masi...maasi luv u a lot..if u r reading this !! I have two more maasi's they too doing engineering..they too are as much caring and friendly as my first maasi.. my cousin chibby ram is also very close to my mom..., they share a lovely chachi batija relation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom lalita decided to do engineering again so that she could take care of me and lily..she is studying with me and we often bunk our classed to meet dad and to take ride in his boat...we are small happy family bounded with love and care... and i am proud to be a part of it....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lola banta singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-5954841547427537061?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/5954841547427537061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=5954841547427537061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5954841547427537061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/5954841547427537061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/romantic-story-of-computer-engineer.html' title='Romantic Story of a computer engineer named Lalita !'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-276397132004222189</id><published>2009-04-27T02:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:57:39.489+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chenab tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer engineers'/><title type='text'>An Engineer's Day Out !!</title><content type='html'>As usual reached college late that day, rushed to the lecture hall...fighting for the favourite seats..back benches ofcourse lolz..! No sign of teacher anywhere...! Admist the blazing heat &amp;amp; sleepy faces we were forced to think something different....and suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....comes the message from our respected teacher..."I will not be taking ur lecture.." - just due to the fact that we reached colg late that day ..that too ONLY "1 hour"...yeh teachers kabh samjhege hamari bawnau ko...aakhir yeh kyu bhul jaate hai yeh bhi kabhi student they...but as if we cared for this decision...there and then came a stream of noices and hooting's...among which few prominent words were "Mass Bunk Declared.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROoJRumdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RgwmUWHrD2k/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROoJRumdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RgwmUWHrD2k/s320/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970710678149586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rushed back to the college bus..with the hope to get seat,  &amp;amp; between this few brilliant student's came with the idea of going for a outing...it was like icing on the top of cake..80% kids agreed so the great computer engineers began their journey...but still the location was not yet decided....we had two options... jhaggar kotli &amp;amp; akhnoor(chenab), after doing blah blah blah for 10 mins finally it was the lucky chenab who got the chance to meet us(...a bunch of special wiz kids..) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was masti time....bangra beats along with charged boys...whistle's and moju's...it was full on entertainment, the 30 minute journey to our destination soon ended, on the way my friend told me abt a cantilever bridge the first of its kind in J&amp;amp;k...so it was not fully a masti trip....education part was also envolved ...lolz..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROomBlyFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rrNBZCdq8KA/s1600-h/Capture3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROomBlyFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rrNBZCdq8KA/s320/Capture3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970718395091026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We never realised how hot the day was, instead  there were smiles everywhere... though there was a few opposition too for this location but it was overall a happy beginning for an ausumn day ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin few steps we reached a place which was not only soothing to our eyes but to our ears also...it was the great Chenab flowing musicaly.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..cool breeze kissing our hot bodies...it was a terrific feeling...and the best part was yet to come...it was when we stepped in the chenab.....brrr..brrr.brrrr..it was the same sound effect which originally came from my vocal part .....it was hell chilling.....but it was like "ahh relief from the torture of damn hot sun....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRfy9vdcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/mb2aZEQYZ7c/s1600-h/Capture10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRfy9vdcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/mb2aZEQYZ7c/s320/Capture10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328989588257861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..eNjoYed the chill for 15-20 mins...and then we few decided to have a boat ride...it was the best ride i ever had, the air was so cool in middle of the chenab, plus the buzzing heehee 's &amp;amp; haa haa 's were adding flavour to the ride...watching titanic poses, the scenic beauty,  ....it was total fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuuU6-SI/AAAAAAAAABc/QGDQ639armE/s1600-h/Capture6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuuU6-SI/AAAAAAAAABc/QGDQ639armE/s320/Capture6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328974122237753634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo sessions, a visit to a temple &amp;amp; finally our last destination.. gurudwara.! It was my first ever visit to gurudwara...boys with hankies on head and girl with dupattas, all the naughty gang suddenly turned into a sophisticated kids..lolz.. girls cooked chappatis...and boys served the food.. eating at the langar gave an amazing feel.. finally we walked bck to our initial desti, shouting and whistling as usual it was a fun walk...even the scorching sun had lost its effect on us...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROoaVLhOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6BVl5v2vXn4/s1600-h/Capture1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuvL49WI/AAAAAAAAABM/18uGeoCs9iE/s1600-h/Capture7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuvL49WI/AAAAAAAAABM/18uGeoCs9iE/s320/Capture7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328974122468308322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuqAXCUI/AAAAAAAAABU/v5wDHJqw11w/s1600-h/Capture8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfRRuqAXCUI/AAAAAAAAABU/v5wDHJqw11w/s320/Capture8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328974121077770562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfR1iISqOuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0xoOuCgogAw/s1600-h/Capture1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfR1iISqOuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0xoOuCgogAw/s400/Capture1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329013488287890146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROo3dQ5JI/AAAAAAAAABE/LogiShe8E90/s1600-h/Capture5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROo3dQ5JI/AAAAAAAAABE/LogiShe8E90/s320/Capture5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970723074565266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never could have imagined our branch to be so rocking...and standing unitedly.. in brief it was a complete package...full of masti's and enjoyable moments... these sweet memories will be a lot more fun when remembered later... , this is not the end it is the beginning of many more beautiful moments yet to be cherished...in future...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAACLooFfMdx9WxRONj93oRnr3NjzgEr1IeqAhOk3PDCpuDBavBXwvwKEd1qYLWnMWPtxYZKkWAmI7qveIY5ZEMEwAm1T1UGKQi6VM7-9hAC7QgdLVGsQ4EFVC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 299px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAACLooFfMdx9WxRONj93oRnr3NjzgEr1IeqAhOk3PDCpuDBavBXwvwKEd1qYLWnMWPtxYZKkWAmI7qveIY5ZEMEwAm1T1UGKQi6VM7-9hAC7QgdLVGsQ4EFVC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall hum kissi se kum nahi....&lt;br /&gt;we are "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The great Computer Engineer's&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;img alt="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" src="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God Bless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-276397132004222189?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/276397132004222189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=276397132004222189&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/276397132004222189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/276397132004222189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/engineers-day-out.html' title='An Engineer&apos;s Day Out !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fyz4xNxXzc0/SfROoJRumdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RgwmUWHrD2k/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1376658041812449969</id><published>2009-04-26T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:07:11.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go Green !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is neither about any campaign nor i am giving you any crap speech regarding &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; ! Its something which i feel from within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember few years back, during my school ( around 8th or 9th class) , our principal had decided to use one of our games period to do the cleaning of the ground once a week. It was like torture. It included all Wrappers, tiffin foils, peels of fruits and every little scrap of paper. And above all the blazing sunlight. That time it felt like crap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now after 7 years,i realise how meaningful that exercise was..., now i am really thankful to her that she made us did that. Its not a question that "Why u shud not throw a wrapper of toffee on a road" or "Why u shud not throw ur's house garbage opposite the road in an empty area"....The question is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What wud it take for u to walk some distance to look for a dustbin??&lt;/span&gt;" Think about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking about big things like global warming, begin wid small things. so guys message of thr day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Go green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1376658041812449969?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1376658041812449969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1376658041812449969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1376658041812449969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1376658041812449969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-green.html' title='Go Green !!'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-1243451163187544326</id><published>2009-04-23T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:41:40.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I really Confused ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO, I am not !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why the first post on this blog had the title "Confused Me". This is something which i am also trying to understand. What i have figured till now is that it made me feel comfortable when i used to say "i am confused". If u asked me a question, a simple question like "What is 2+2", despite the fact i am confident of the answer; my answer would be "shayad four hooga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i have overcomed over this thing, but still i use it sometimes to keep reminding myself how dumb i used to sound earlier  &lt;img alt="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" src="http://img3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" /&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-1243451163187544326?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/1243451163187544326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=1243451163187544326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1243451163187544326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/1243451163187544326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-really-confused.html' title='Am I really Confused ??'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744366706373882986.post-6228765589589949807</id><published>2009-04-23T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:42:08.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused Me ~ That is what this blog is all about !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Blog is about a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; year boy, trying to figuring out his life ! Doing Computer Engineering and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scienceblogs.com/isisthescientist/upload/2009/02/whats_a_gal_gotta_do_to_get_a/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://scienceblogs.com/isisthescientist/upload/2009/02/whats_a_gal_gotta_do_to_get_a/confused.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;side-by-side creating his own virtual world full of his own philosophies ! Having a desire to do something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; one day, each day seems quite challenging ! This blog is all about his dreams his life &amp;amp; his existence !!! And how he sees the world through his energetic eYe'S !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5744366706373882986-6228765589589949807?l=delusion-waves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/feeds/6228765589589949807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744366706373882986&amp;postID=6228765589589949807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6228765589589949807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744366706373882986/posts/default/6228765589589949807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delusion-waves.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused-me-that-is-what-this-blog-is.html' title='Confused Me ~ That is what this blog is all about !'/><author><name>Rahil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17782995115728137451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJgt94F0-z0/Tu3QeFOwP8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ejJlScR1rs0/s220/underwater36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
