<?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-15047222</id><updated>2011-11-18T22:19:37.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Angle!</title><subtitle type='html'>to Life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3446256833484576495</id><published>2011-04-05T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:44:04.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;P.S. 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font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h2 class="posttitle icon" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; display: block; font: normal normal bold 14px/normal Tahoma, Calibri, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kahan aa ke rukne the raaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kahan aa ke rukne the raaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kahaan mod tha, ussay bhool jaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Joo mil gaya ussay yaad rakh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Joo nahien mila ussay bhool jaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Woh tere naseeb ki baarishein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kisi aur chhat pe baras gayien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dil-e-bekhabbar meri baat sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ussay bhool jaa, ussay bhool jaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mein to gum thaa tere hi khayaal mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Teri aass tere gumaan mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saba keh gayi mere kaan mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mere paas aa ussay bhool jaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kisi ki aankh mein nahien ashq-e-gham,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tere baad kuch bhi nahien hai kam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tujhe zindagi ne bhulaa diya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tu bhi muskuraa ussay bhool jaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na woh aankh hi teri aankh thi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na woh khwaab hi tera khwaab tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dil-e-muntazir to yeh kis liye tera jaagnaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ussay bhool jaa, ussay bhool jaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeh jo raat din ka hai khel saa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ussay dekh iss pe yakeen naa kar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nahien aks koi bhi mustaqil sar-e-aaena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ussay bhool jaa, ussay bhool jaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jo bisaat-e-jaan hi ulatt gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Woh jo raaste mein palat gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ussay rokne se haasil kya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; 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Its 2325 hrs, Life is not being Unfair to me, rather something is being unfair to Life! :-) This Line, this very line... I Really like it when i am going through a down phase. Well I think i am the first one to say it, but you never know there are many people who might have already copyrighted a thought. Newton might have got famous just because he said it, others might have discovered it and let it pass by. Magar kehte hai na jo bolta hai uska hi chana bikta hai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why m i saying all this? aahhh, Lemme come to the point, i ha ve been known by a few people who think i dont talk much, well its true, I Dont like to talk. This New Job that i was talking about in my last blog, it needs a lot of expressing and words that can sell. Yes, Its a Sales Process! I am Liking the knowledge that i am gaining. Job though is not at all Organized! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying hard to make the most out of it. All my Colleagues are co-operative. Why is it being necessary for me to earn? Well its not for money, but i dont know if i am trying to run away from something or what?? Sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was so busy, depressing and suffocating! Picture this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Girl, Sitting on the shore, Without Any Any damn kind of Expression on her face and there is this Great huge-ish sort of a Storm, tornado, dark, Depressing in front of her. Which relates to her state of mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok that too is a copyright :-) i am sure most of us would be getting these kind of visions, paintings. Oh I get a lot of these, i want to learn how to paint. There are many others, I will put them down in words on this blog. well i end here for this Sunday turned into a Monday. Aaahhh! MONDAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take Care Fellas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-6136784316358336638?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/6136784316358336638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=6136784316358336638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/6136784316358336638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/6136784316358336638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-post-new-post.html' title='New Post New Post!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-764158738343694891</id><published>2009-10-25T22:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:35:50.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JLT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:-) Well Who Ever is reading this or not. Its been SUCH a long time since i have posted any god damn thing on this page. Well from September 2008-This time of the year, life has been a Topsy-turvy, Seriously I understood rather experienced its meaning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a Gist: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Had quit my job, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changes in my few relationships, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems in acceptance, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marriage Proposal's', &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job Opportunities, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fights with Friends/Parents, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually A lot many fights, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expectations met/not met, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lot of Relatives at my Home, Every fortnight! For Another Fortnight! :-( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Want of Space (Yeah that includes my room too),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Delhi, Agra, Gujarat, Mahabaleshwar, Singapore and Malaysia,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents Trip to Europe,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying and Striving to get things back on track,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now settled to something unacceptable to FEW Important People. Damn.. maan jao na yaaroo! Ho gayi galti merese, Immature waali! Please Accept. I Really didnt know at that point of time it was going to turn this way! Unethical, not possible.. I Tried to overcome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a New Job. Still Struggling to Believe i took job after a years time. :-((&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Thats That! Well The Reason why Started writing this post was to leave a message that I Am Either going to Blog from Sunday to Sunday or well at least once in a week. &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/15047222-764158738343694891?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/764158738343694891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=764158738343694891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/764158738343694891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/764158738343694891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2009/10/jlt.html' title='JLT!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-604686993309382991</id><published>2009-07-23T12:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:22:57.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine X-men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SmgIwqdlMdI/AAAAAAAAFt0/27NnDhpH7uY/s1600-h/Wolf-Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SmgIwqdlMdI/AAAAAAAAFt0/27NnDhpH7uY/s400/Wolf-Moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361544988509680082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kayla: Why Is the moon so lonely&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kayla: Because she used to have a Lover&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: aaaha, You tell this to the kids?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kayla: No. Hisname was Kekuvatsu and they used to live together in the spirit world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: Oh so it’s a real Story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kayla: And every night they used to wander the skies together, but one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the moon for himself. So he told Kuekuvatsu that the moon had asked for flowers. He told him to come to our world and pick up some wild roses. But Kuekuvatsu didn’t know that once you leave the spirit world you can never go back. And every night he looks up into the sky and sees the moon and howls her name, but he can never touch her again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: Wow, Kukukachu got screwed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kayla: Kuekuvastu… means the Wolverine&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&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/15047222-604686993309382991?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/604686993309382991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=604686993309382991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/604686993309382991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/604686993309382991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2009/07/wolverine-x-men.html' title='Wolverine X-men.'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SmgIwqdlMdI/AAAAAAAAFt0/27NnDhpH7uY/s72-c/Wolf-Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-1753001323988097604</id><published>2008-11-11T20:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:55:03.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take me for Granted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SRm0i-j22_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y_kU_5KZWJk/s1600-h/CIMG0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SRm0i-j22_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y_kU_5KZWJk/s320/CIMG0777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267439752188451826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photograph Courtesy: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Kboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do you Take me for Granted? &lt;div&gt;well if you do then ill be true to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;value me or you dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill be true to you is all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont use that sentence as a negative one.  If some one is taking me for granted, obviously, that person wants to see  me around for his/her whole life. Thinking that im going to be there for the rest of his/her life or mine gives me a kind of satisfaction. Satisfaction, well... whenever I want to take someone for granted I Always ask them, rather tell them, I am rude, arrogant and possessive and at some point of time you can regret being my friend. I dont give you the option of leaving me. So think over it. If you have been told that by me, then I Take you for granted and some where believe you do that too. &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/15047222-1753001323988097604?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/1753001323988097604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=1753001323988097604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1753001323988097604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1753001323988097604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-me-for-granted.html' title='Take me for Granted.'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SRm0i-j22_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y_kU_5KZWJk/s72-c/CIMG0777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-9002090933855091059</id><published>2008-08-29T15:02:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:08:52.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Incident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SLfOP61PpLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/JYolrqqo1KY/s1600-h/1812886420_7ec879b386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239883464354800818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SLfOP61PpLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/JYolrqqo1KY/s320/1812886420_7ec879b386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Morning, I was at Santacruz Station, Sitting on a bench width of 1 and a 1/2 Foot. It already had 3 bums on it and i added mine on the little (ok dont laugh) space that was left. Watching the crowd at the peek train travelling hours, boarding and off loading from the train, moving from one place to another. A girl was walking by me, totally messed up with the different things that she was holding in her hand, Purse, A bus Ticket, Train ticket and a 5 Rupee Note. She Dropped the Bus ticket, picked up that and then dropped the 5 Ruppee note. I Stood up and called her, she didnt turn back, in the mean time a man came looked at the note, picked it up and started walking. Baffled by this sceen i looked back and a lady who was standing beside me took my place. She had also noticed the whole sceen and then she pretended as she didnt know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh... Such a bad start and well i really dont want to comment on anything else... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-9002090933855091059?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/9002090933855091059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=9002090933855091059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/9002090933855091059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/9002090933855091059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/08/incident.html' title='Incident.'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SLfOP61PpLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/JYolrqqo1KY/s72-c/1812886420_7ec879b386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3866654327447565728</id><published>2008-08-17T22:24:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:57:58.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SKhq0vMHaAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Vf-xC59p-XU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552021071226882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SKhq0vMHaAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Vf-xC59p-XU/s320/untitled.JPG" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Such a bad state today, It feels Miserable to not know. After my SSC, I had made up my mind that i wanted to get into Tourism Industry. Main Reason being, I Like to know about different people, places their Culture, traditions. Did my diploma in Travel and Tourism, Bachelors in Heritage Management and another Diploma in IATA (im not bothering to explain what it is). Took my First Job in VFS (Still dont know the Full Form), its basically a company which process the documents for visas. Didnt Enjoy much what i was doing there, left the job in Six months and Enjoyed a Vacation with Family in Rajasthan. My Second job, HRG Sita (Part of Kuoni India Pvt Ltd.) serves the cooperate for all the travel arrangements. Hmm, Now what is exactly the Problem with the kind of work that im doing here. My colleague is well a very good friend of mine, and i share a good bond with her. She dosent bother me. The work is demanding, a lot of pressure, what worries me is the mistakes that i make or may make. It directly results to the loss in terms of money. I make mistakes and I dont find myself fit for the kind of job im doing. Im not happy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me, if it is not for the money then what are you exactly doing it for. Everybody likes money. I dont know Im not too sure whether i like money, rather i dont feel the importance of it right now, I have my father to fulfil whatever i want. That is the main reason why i dont understand its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Problem is that, I Dont know what i will be happy doing. I Know what is not going to make me happy. I know, I DONT want to get married, work with the risk factor involved in it, I think i can work with the time bound tasks, not with risk factor involved. Im just not comfortable with the idea of risk. When it comes to taking risk I lack decision making. I m not Lazy, I know I can work and I do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is I Dont know What to chase, everything is just so scattered. I dont understand where should i start thinking, on what should i think. Thinking, when i start thinking on what I Actually like doing, i just go blank. My head is just like an empty box, its almost like a vaccum. When i come to think that why this Vaccum, that builds tension. Makes me hate more what Im doing, makes me hate it and still do the thing that im hating so much. Imagine the level of frustration. You are not happy with what you are doing, you dont know what is actually going to make you happy, you are not working for money, you are not working for yourself. What are you exactly doing what you are doing. Shit.. Read My mind Can you? Its stressed thinking what it likes. 6 months trying to find out. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it, look at the negativity this blog is carrying. Its full of Donts and not Dos. I really dont know what im Chasing. Imagine, you dont know why are you running, you are tired running, you dont know where you are going to reach running, but you are running aimless. Its suffocating, people ask me to take life as it comes, Why? Why should i do that when i know its not going right! Should i accept something that I dont want to do, just because i really dont know what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... When you read this, im sure even you are going to get frustrated, but dont pity. Just get frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-3866654327447565728?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3866654327447565728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3866654327447565728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3866654327447565728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3866654327447565728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/08/chase.html' title='The Chase'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SKhq0vMHaAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Vf-xC59p-XU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-4926982631001562006</id><published>2008-06-08T14:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:08:14.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Satyameva Jayate</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why Do You think I Lie To You? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah... Lemme Guess... Its Because of My Attitude, Behaviour, Thoughts, Actions and Reactions to Certain Issues and that is why someone Lies! Confession is something that wont change the fact that you lied, no I Cannot and Do Not want to Forgive just because you have confessed! No it is Not Acceptable! You Can Do Anything you want to... But atleast dont Lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Lemme Give You A better Deal... Lie To me but dont let me know you have lied to me, or let me just not make out that you are lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209436067943809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SEuigMXmA4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/G1tizdCXHpE/s320/lie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-4926982631001562006?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/4926982631001562006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=4926982631001562006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/4926982631001562006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/4926982631001562006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/02/satyameva-jayate.html' title='Satyameva Jayate'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SEuigMXmA4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/G1tizdCXHpE/s72-c/lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-1861130650020000244</id><published>2008-06-08T13:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:31:31.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhJnVSKTkcE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhJnVSKTkcE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes late at night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping&lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way&lt;br /&gt;To show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;If my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face this world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance&lt;br /&gt;To tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way&lt;br /&gt;To show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;If my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face this world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-1861130650020000244?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/1861130650020000244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=1861130650020000244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1861130650020000244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1861130650020000244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-13536694083963462</id><published>2008-03-23T13:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:57:28.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down the Memory Lane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Vh_CAfvLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1Ch5BqKnZ0E/s1600-h/373713164_0c56775907_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180654681858227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Vh_CAfvLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1Ch5BqKnZ0E/s320/373713164_0c56775907_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photograph by Prakash Kini) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tanding here and looking back, Life is a Beautiful Drawing. I can See the Life Lived and few memories popping up in between, like a city on a map or something... lemme share a few... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;neaking out of the house, in the farm next to our residential society, stealing mullis from the farms. Farms were Forbidden, but Enjoyed the Sneaking and the Eating! Gone are the Farms, I Miss Them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Medical Store on the Road, 15 years watching the same man selling medicine, noticing the change of Black Turning Grey, but unchanged is the confusion that he has with regards to me and my elder sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;errace and the corner near B Wing, That Place Symbolising the Past, The Fights, The Love, the Sweet and the Bitter shared with people! People.. A few with me and a few flown... but these few who have left/stayed have Shaped up the I in ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e and My Dogs! All the Strays in the Building were mine. I distinctly Remember Three Dogs (Bitches). Kiddy... whenever i used to call her, she would come to me and make those sweet sounds, stating please please Pat me. Then Came Lailaa, she was so attached to me, she used to even come to know whom have i fought with and bark on them. Rinku, she was my last attachment, whenever i used to sit on the ground she used to come and sleep on my lap, accompanying my loved ones till the gate and get them home sometimes, somebody gave her poison and she died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inding Short Cuts way back home from any damn place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rranging parties once six months, collecting 5 Rs. each from members of the girl gang. The Frequent Visits to Sunder Nagar Garden to Relish the Taste of one of its kind Cheese Toast Sandwich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rekking, On Any one Sunday of the Monsoon, a trip was held to the different Ghats in and Around Mumbai! Awesome! That's may be One Reason why I am found of Trees and Nature, well 60% of this nature loving comes from my mother to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rying to fondle with each and every kind of insect, animal or bird that came across from tadpole to cow. Earthworms were one of my favourites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; Spoiled Bratt, in 7th class, I changed 7 tutors... rather 6 of them Ran Away! Was Arrogant, Rude and Ruthless when i used to speak to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;emprature Touching 104 degrees after enoying the splitter splatter of rain for 3 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nternet, was such an In thing... the long chats with friends, making new friends and talking about everything to them. Dhaval is one such friend who is still in touch since those days:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eparture from CST (Mumbai), Rajasthan Trip in Class 11th... Being away from parents for the very first time... It Was Difficult! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ntroduction with Arti on the 2nd floor staircase of K.C. College. Life after this day was never lived alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he year 2004, foundation of a very important relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;005, met 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;personalities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :-) I Cherish Sajesh and Girvan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast Six months of the Degree College, I Remember all the Days Lived, and were the days i lived to the fullest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is so constantly changing but yet unchanged. Feels Beautiful, I Am Truly Blessed with wonderful people around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-13536694083963462?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/13536694083963462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=13536694083963462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/13536694083963462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/13536694083963462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking Down the Memory Lane!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Vh_CAfvLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1Ch5BqKnZ0E/s72-c/373713164_0c56775907_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-7580866590288432367</id><published>2008-03-21T00:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:08:31.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont Let Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Ku3CAfvJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BY5G_gsWxMc/s1600-h/image-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179894781884480658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Ku3CAfvJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BY5G_gsWxMc/s320/image-guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Seriously rather no one can understand a situation better than the two individuals actually facing it. But will like to share one thing with you two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend... we were togather for like 18 years.. since childhood... same neighbourhood... same school... same friendcircle and we two were like best of pals... ek baar miene usse pooch liya whether something was wrong with his family... and he got offended by it... one thing led to another we fought a lot.... aur fir usne keh diya that he wont ever come in my way... after that day... he has never communicated with me for any matter... shayad miene offend kiya hoga usse... i did say sorry... but he is still not talking to me.. I Remember him often i have spent so many days with him... Fight, Laughing, Crying and sharing and sooooooo many different things we have seen each other grow up... I Miss Him... woh ek baat ko itna aage leke gaaye.... now after three years... I Find this incident as one of the memories between me and that friend... i still feel the pinch of his absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time i know the anger that is going inside you two will go and you both will feel the pinch of absence. Tum log toh mujhse baade ho... let go the ego... bahot cheeze boldi tum logo ne ek dusre ko... bahot misunderstandings hogayi... i know it wont go so soon... but atleast try and normalize... Not talking is not the solution... Talk and not Fight. and Talk Straight rather than Sarcastically... it will ease out most of the things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok m not a grand mother... but i hope this thing will put something across your tiny little brain and huge wala ego... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont Let Go Relationships like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-7580866590288432367?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/7580866590288432367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=7580866590288432367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/7580866590288432367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/7580866590288432367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-let-go.html' title='Dont Let Go!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/R-Ku3CAfvJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BY5G_gsWxMc/s72-c/image-guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-8542436215131031673</id><published>2007-08-15T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:36:26.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Death Inevitable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RsMq6CHrqFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yXbGV5SCmzw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098966379603404882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RsMq6CHrqFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yXbGV5SCmzw/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Death As Inevitable As It Could Be and So is Time! None Can be or Should be Ignored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Trying to Fight Both, there is this feeling of Screeching Pain beneath, No! Im Not Fighting AIDS... but yeah Acquired Immuno Deficiency against Emotional Matters for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Had a Break Off With a Boyfriend but i guess im breaking off with so manythings that gave me so much in my life. Life such a Big Word There, Yes I Know i have not lived it or known it to the fullest as yet but how much ever have i got the chance to know it, is what i m talking about! People say i think a lot and should let go, i fail to un-notice some issues in my life, yes i do get emotional about the different emotions, Is That Wrong?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes, wherever whenever... upset me, upset me to the core! Accepting this hard and difficult fact of life is painful. Change, it means the death of the previous situation and a new one arising of the same... Cause and Effect, effect becomes the cause of the effect which follows after and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People showing the Certanity of never leaving or being apart, saying that this is going to last forever, itself becomes Uncertain! If these words of assurance, being there forever are going to change for the better (is what they say) then i dont want to Buy It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M I sounding Selfish, well fine i accept thats the way I am.. Selfish! Selfish about feeling sad and upset about things which these people were giving me from a long time and now excusing themselves from the same. I am selfish for asking questions about the death of the feeling that they used to have for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Its High Time Now... I think, its time that i should Change myself, so that i can have a broder understanding of people, their space and their changing priorities. I will have to suffer the death of this characteristic that i had in me &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To Not Let Go&lt;/span&gt;. This situation is inevitable and so is the death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish!!!&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/15047222-8542436215131031673?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/8542436215131031673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=8542436215131031673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/8542436215131031673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/8542436215131031673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-inevitable.html' title='Death Inevitable!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RsMq6CHrqFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yXbGV5SCmzw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-4683610498590706126</id><published>2007-07-27T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:14:17.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;When you are  sad and look for a shoulder to lean on,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;If life, you  think, has been unfair to you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;And luck never  the side you are on,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;When pity is  all you expect of me;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Then, my  friend, I am not the one you can count upon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;For I know, as  your friend, you need no arms to cry in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;I'd rather you  learn how to swim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Than have you  think I will always be around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Don't they say  for good reason, 'Only rough seas make good sailors?'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;I only think,  that way, I will be able to love you more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;And no, I  don't care if this didn't rhyme or chime&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, seriously,  give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Copyrights are taken by me, this poem is from someone i know... nope these are not my thoughts though, i do agree that friends are not there just to be around to support but to help you go through the problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/15047222-4683610498590706126?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/4683610498590706126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=4683610498590706126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/4683610498590706126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/4683610498590706126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/07/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3999949115137643601</id><published>2007-05-08T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:00:47.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Clicks At Aksa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hJAZ4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/Icp0CBSbdjc/s1600-h/DSCN6692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hJAZ4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/Icp0CBSbdjc/s400/DSCN6692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Upside Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hpAZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dFKC9136WJk/s1600-h/DSCN6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hpAZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dFKC9136WJk/s400/DSCN6684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Faced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hpAZ4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qzii1HpqPsU/s1600-h/DSCN6694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hpAZ4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qzii1HpqPsU/s400/DSCN6694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jellyfish?!?! (Aksa Beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7h5AZ4LI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1ZbmsnTHnog/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN6706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7h5AZ4LI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1ZbmsnTHnog/s400/Copy+of+DSCN6706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Bean Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/15047222-3999949115137643601?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3999949115137643601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3999949115137643601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3999949115137643601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3999949115137643601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/05/clicks-at-aksa.html' title='Clicks At Aksa'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkB7hJAZ4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/Icp0CBSbdjc/s72-c/DSCN6692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-8586669132862538842</id><published>2007-05-03T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:34:36.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedication To Sajesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkA7_JAZ4FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mnrbke4sijY/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062111937099849810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkA7_JAZ4FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mnrbke4sijY/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;Should tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;And the mountains should crumble to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darlin', darlin', stand by me-e, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingvendors.com/music/lyrics/b/ben-e-king/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben E. King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Stand by Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-8586669132862538842?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/8586669132862538842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=8586669132862538842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/8586669132862538842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/8586669132862538842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedication-to-sajesh.html' title='Dedication To Sajesh!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RkA7_JAZ4FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mnrbke4sijY/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-6004640875975489283</id><published>2007-04-24T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:48:46.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Believe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings Not Best Expressed By Words!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspired by K &lt;/em&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/15047222-6004640875975489283?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/6004640875975489283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=6004640875975489283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/6004640875975489283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/6004640875975489283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-believe.html' title='I Believe!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-1492225810404616864</id><published>2007-03-25T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:50:12.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It Was Just a Testimonial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rga0OmH6pRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eqxVIMcli8c/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045918595360138514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rga0OmH6pRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eqxVIMcli8c/s200/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Words it is again, words which we write as testimonials to people we love. A written statement about a persons behaviour, actions and importance in your life and otherways. Im a member of this site rather part of &lt;a href="http:///www.orkut.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; online/virtual society. Here people can write testimonials to other person whom they value! If you dont like the testimonial or have other Reasons for not accepting it you can always deny the testimonial from being displayed to the public! Once you have ACCEPTED the testimonial, yes ACCEPTED the Damn thing why then back off, why then delete it??? twice has this happened... two of my beloved people have deleted my testimonials to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother! deleted the testimonial because he didnt want other people to make assumptions based on our (two sisters that he has) testimonials so he deleted them... Why didnt you think that before accepting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Sajesh wanted his profile CLEAN!!! what the heck is that.. what kind of a reason is that to give! I was upset by this reason so he goes on to Say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It Was Just A Testimonial!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Guys I Feel Hurt Alright! A Feeling that i had put into Words and made the Effort to convey was deleted without my concent... Argh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-1492225810404616864?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/1492225810404616864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=1492225810404616864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1492225810404616864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/1492225810404616864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-just-testimonial.html' title='It Was Just a Testimonial!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rga0OmH6pRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eqxVIMcli8c/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-962975944923537541</id><published>2007-03-23T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:54:51.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rishtey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RgLX2GH6pOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XGlTOykMTuo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044831856965100770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RgLX2GH6pOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XGlTOykMTuo/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this poem is by My Buddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/magicmantra4u/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pankaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and Myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mujhe nahi rakhna kisi bandhan mien&lt;br /&gt;kisi bhi rishte ko&lt;br /&gt;Udne do unhe&lt;br /&gt;jaane do unhe jis disha jis jagah&lt;br /&gt;janaa chahate hai vo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum hai kaun jo punchche....&lt;br /&gt;hum hai kaun jo bandhe&lt;br /&gt;inhe aapni kisi dor se&lt;br /&gt;aakhir hum bhi kissi dor me bandhe hai...&lt;br /&gt;hum hai kaun kisi aur ko apne dor me bandhne wale...&lt;br /&gt;vohi log jo apne hi kisi dor me bandhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hai!&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/15047222-962975944923537541?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/962975944923537541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=962975944923537541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/962975944923537541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/962975944923537541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/03/rishtey.html' title='Rishtey!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RgLX2GH6pOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XGlTOykMTuo/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-5218311471320657442</id><published>2007-03-19T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:06:56.347+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Perceptions &lt;em&gt;Part&lt;/em&gt; of the Truth and &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; the Whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Tanvi Oza&lt;/strong&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/15047222-5218311471320657442?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/5218311471320657442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=5218311471320657442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/5218311471320657442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/5218311471320657442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought Of the Day!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3036932421040327860</id><published>2007-01-30T01:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:49:17.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>… Lived like a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb5TLEeT91I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OFEnE_j3ypY/s1600-h/Indian_marriage.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025545683836598098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb5TLEeT91I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OFEnE_j3ypY/s400/Indian_marriage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Sister lived like a Princess in our Home (now she is married). She has always got what she wanted to have and be. Nothing has ever come in her way and even if it has, she has removed it with her skills and her talent. Actually she is Stubborn ;-) is what I meant to say :-P, hehehe. She Likes to cook, but after working and cooking for like 15 people, she wont have the food she cooked (Cannot get the logic I don’t cook :-D). She Loves to SHOP! (Yes have to put an exclamation it’s that important for her). Like daddy has rightly put she has ‘momentary temper’ which she needs to control, rest… talk about her intelligence, her way to tackle problems, people, situations is just right after all she is a Human Resource Manager. She is a Total Workaholic and a Carrier Oriented girl. Doesn’t like to be around unwanted Relatives/Friends/People, Man it Bugs her or what?!? She gets so horrified by horror movies, that she needs to sleep with mom and dad for like two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy (when she is in a playful mood), Dadda (when she wants dad to agree to something or give permission), Pappa (when it’s her mistake). Their Relationship is Fantastic! I Adore them when they talk and discuss about different issues in each others life. Daddy has this, ‘had been there done that attitude’, all over the discussion/argument, Sister thinks it is a ‘generation gap’. He is an ideal Dad, working so hard just to see his daughters happy and getting married lavishly. Daddy has given her all the love, care, attention, protection, security that a dad can give and will maintain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy/Ma is what she calls mom. She doesn’t have to think when it comes to mom; think about anger, mistake, permission… Mom Has to Agree To It! Now here is the catch, Mom just has to nod her head in front of her and then tell daddy what she thinks is the best… hmm yeah right then the decision is made!!! (Cunning cunning mom, she does that to me tooL). Mom is what she is dependent on totally from her morning coffee to her dinner and the glass of water that she has while going to bed (mom has spoilt her habits actually). Mom supported her in every good thing she has done even if that needs to oppose my father. Mom a Women of Substance and this quality has rightly been inherited by my Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Relationship with Her… well she was four when I opened my eyes into this world. I have grown up by wearing her clothes, using and destroying :-D her toys… well till a certain age… now it’s the opposite. Yes I’m Taller and well Stronger… ok… ok Fatter than she is. We have played together, played all the weird things… man were we adventurous… well beyond that. We have enjoyed watching cricket, we have Danced, Sung, laughed, fought, cried and most of all loved each other a lot. We used to fight like Cats and Dogs (Im the Dog here, she likes cats) both of us have been trained under Shoutoukan style of Karate, even mom used to think twice when coming between us (now we don’t fight like that, just a cold war). I have never felt or rather she never made me feel that I was younger to her. She has always taken care of me and has always protected me by making me understand what is right and wrong. Hmmm that’s what I loved the most she used to make me understand and not force me to do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Marriage, one side we were happy that she was going to step into &lt;em&gt;Sansara&lt;/em&gt; with a man she knew from 10 years. Other side we were going to feel this emptiness in our Home, our Space and our Family. People say this to me, that she is just 15 mins away from my place. But what about her being away from the everyday laughs, fights, discussions, talks… The Routine… she won’t be there now. At the time of &lt;em&gt;Bidaai&lt;/em&gt; we were taking her to my dad, my emotional gate was still closed. When I saw the pain and tears in my dads’ eyes I was not able to control myself, just that one look on my daddies face had shuddered me. I will never ever forget that moment in my life when my sister embraced daddy saying she doesn’t want to leave him (I don’t know what was, what emotions must have roused at that moment… man I don’t even want to know). After that we had hold her so close that we wouldn’t have let her go, and then grooms mother stepped in taking her away from us.&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/15047222-3036932421040327860?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3036932421040327860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3036932421040327860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3036932421040327860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3036932421040327860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/01/lived-like-princess.html' title='… Lived like a Princess'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb5TLEeT91I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OFEnE_j3ypY/s72-c/Indian_marriage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3853832382844862252</id><published>2007-01-29T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:01:21.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dharaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb2wbEeT90I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p3wHxqHeJlU/s1600-h/candles-happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025366738319177538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb2wbEeT90I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p3wHxqHeJlU/s320/candles-happy-birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      dearer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         dearest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man now that you are going, I want to let you know how much I love you…. I’m going to miss you so much. Miss all the crazy things that we used to do together. The Way you used to imaginarily make me eat all the delicacies in the magazines. How we used to shake the whole building with our thunderous claps and cheers for the Indian Team. How you used to feel bad about the losing team, especially when the team has lost to the Indians. I’m going to miss the food that you used to cook for us. You are an Amazing Cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to stand for me when daddy will bully me and when I’m Crying, loud near the window, who is gonna to come to me to make me understand (I don’t cry that loud now). Man M I going to miss you or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that you are always going to be there to support me through my ups and downs all my life, No Matter What! Damn This Marriage… I don’t want to let you Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Really Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the success and Prosperity in whatever you do and where ever you Go! As you start this new life of yours may god bless and shower happiness on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Little Trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I had written to my sister on her birthday 23rd January 2007 also her Engagement. She got married on 25th January 2007. I Am Going to Miss her a Lot!&lt;br /&gt;(One more blog will be dedicated to her) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-3853832382844862252?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3853832382844862252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3853832382844862252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3853832382844862252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3853832382844862252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-dharaa.html' title='Happy Birthday Dharaa'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/Rb2wbEeT90I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p3wHxqHeJlU/s72-c/candles-happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-698948713884416947</id><published>2007-01-19T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:25:58.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Head Two Bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RbED9wxHTgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3CZZI1pyIts/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021799419092618754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RbED9wxHTgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3CZZI1pyIts/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&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/15047222-698948713884416947?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/698948713884416947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=698948713884416947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/698948713884416947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/698948713884416947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-head-two-bodies.html' title='One Head Two Bodies'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RbED9wxHTgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3CZZI1pyIts/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3405752795175649801</id><published>2006-12-03T22:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:53:15.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not that a great day, but of worth :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RXR1XuHsegI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDpHy02AaGE/s1600-h/telescope.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004754136293210626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RXR1XuHsegI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDpHy02AaGE/s400/telescope.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;03 December 2006,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;orning:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the frsutraiting time span of Two Hundred Minutes of Waiting For a Person? no no he is not a Person but Animal who dosent give a damn about other people and their time and their feelings... He calls himself the man who keeps his words (dont get offended i was angry) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ourney:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heading towards my classes located at Nariman Point... In the train, tuned in to my W700i listening to Krishna Nee Begane Baro... sung by Hariharan and Leslie (Colonial Brothers) it starts with a prayer to lord Vishnu the song goes on and then there are these lines: Religion is the reason,The world is breaking up into pieces... And i Say to myself is it the religion or the people who preach the wrong... Without Religion... there would be no control over the wrong? like anybody would know what is wrong then... And i feel this hand on my hand turned to see who was it and found a face dirty with few patches here and there, but the eyes were beautiful and innocent... hands were begging, eyes expressed they didnt know what it meant!!! I kept staring and the figure went away. The Train was at hault from 15 mins due to repair works which made me realize I Was Getting Late for my Classes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ovie:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Class was over we went for a movie… Monster House… there are three characters in that movie which reminded me and Arti of the Trio in our Class… the Character of Chowder reminds us of Teja, the way Chowder talks, walks and acts is like experiencing Tejaism in his absence ;-). D.J. the hero (in teens) was like Manish Cute and Dumb. And the Third Character in the movie was a Girl Jenny Bennet she is Smart, Diplomatic in her ways cynical and sarcastic ;-D and the boys fall for her… It was as if we were re-living all of it. (don’t mind!… but BHM mandali will Definitely understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ack:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to start reading the Novel which my sister had recommended… but the hang over of Bourne Identity was still lingering in the sub and the conscious. Well Loved This book… and I don’t know why did I write this… but what the heck… My Wish and well yeah My Blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-3405752795175649801?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3405752795175649801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3405752795175649801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3405752795175649801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3405752795175649801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-that-great-day-but-of-worth.html' title='Not that a great day, but of worth :-)'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/RXR1XuHsegI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDpHy02AaGE/s72-c/telescope.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-5725932723125633111</id><published>2006-10-22T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:37:49.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali Ke Din Pe Rangoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/1600/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/400/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/1600/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/400/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-5725932723125633111?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/5725932723125633111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=5725932723125633111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/5725932723125633111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/5725932723125633111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/10/diwali-ke-din-pe-rangoli.html' title='Diwali Ke Din Pe Rangoli'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-3402729693359457483</id><published>2006-10-18T19:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:15:50.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6710/1836/1600/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A long lost commitment that I made to a long lost friend… &lt;em&gt;this blog is all about commitment… I was talking about commitment to a friend. He was very much afraid or rather didn’t want to commit because if he would fail in keeping the words he would hurt the other and thus spoil the relationship and our discussion went on with it… he came up with an idea that I would write a blog on a topic of his choice and he would do the same with the topic of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourzahir.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-and-me.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning about how should I put my views on this particular topic…. I planned that I would write my views first and then my friends view on this topic…. I wrote the blog in a word file and saved it But my computer crashed and I had to re-write it this way as the way I’m going to now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Commitment… According to me is a determination to do something, it is not forever, it Ends when the determination to do that particular thing dies or either the objective is attained. When I had a few conversations with my friends about this, they based their views on one thing MARRIAGE!!! Anyways I don’t wanna discuss that why did they talk about marriage when I wanted to know what they feel commitment is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make many commitments in life, knowingly, unknowingly and some which are imposed by the other or yes you can say forced… If you can understand those lines above in that picture (yeah I know that picture doesn’t look good but that’s the best I interpret my thought ;-D), that’s exactly what I think this word Commitment or what part, does it play in ones Life… There are So many commitments that we do in life!!!! Marriage, Studies, Work, God…. These horizontal lines are the different commitments that we make in the different aspects of our lives. The red line is the way how atleast i want to fulfill different commitments, commitments made to my family, work, studies and other things... Either we be determined about them till we attain it or loose interest and it ends the matter. My brother said that priorities change in life, at one point of time it is studies then something else and after that some other thing… I do Differ a little on that one, yes priorities change but when you are working its one aspect of your life at the same time you are married and you pray too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Afraid of commitments… My friend was afraid to commit to something just because he was afraid what if he wouldn’t be able to do what he said… But sometimes it is necessary to commit because if you don’t this would also hurt the other and if you are determined and you care enough you would fulfill the commitment that you made. Yes I do agree sometimes it is difficult to keep the words (for which you can always explain the Reasons) but because of that you stop or just deny from making commitments is just so wrong!!! &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/15047222-3402729693359457483?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/3402729693359457483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=3402729693359457483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3402729693359457483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/3402729693359457483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/10/commitment_1953.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-115780913692231131</id><published>2006-09-09T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:42:48.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/400/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;That why m I so possessive about my relationships???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Perfection is not the word for humans… everyone lacks something somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;A pet she-dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;To see every Indian educated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;My College Daysssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;To what my friends say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;What do people mean when they say they are rational???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Emotional and Possessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;When the beats are so strong that my feet start tapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Whenever wherever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Silently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Egoistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I confuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;The other with every argument of mine :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;A Hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Stop feeling possessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Everything that’s there on my plate ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekpoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bhaiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20286886"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dhaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11179380"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Archana&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourzahir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pankaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-115780913692231131?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/115780913692231131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=115780913692231131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115780913692231131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115780913692231131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!!!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-115696257076068998</id><published>2006-08-30T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:21:30.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>Perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaval is a Friend since almost 3 years though we had a &lt;strong&gt;LOW &lt;/strong&gt;period in between but now we are very good friends. I think I understand him, but sometimes he behaves in such an uncertain manner that I really doubt this thinking of mine. Anyways this post is not about our relation but its about a line that I said which I think is &lt;strong&gt;BRILLIANT :D ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/400/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Picture above is a Rangoli which has been done by me and I asked him to tell me how he liked it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaval: hmmm 7 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehe im not saying its perfect&lt;br /&gt;Dhaval: neither i am saying&lt;br /&gt;Dhaval: but needs some perfection&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some is not Perfect. Either it is Some or None!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hehe ;P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-115696257076068998?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/115696257076068998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=115696257076068998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115696257076068998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115696257076068998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-115478448800523769</id><published>2006-08-05T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:13:22.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/FarnumsvilleLetter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/200/FarnumsvilleLetter1.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have got a Sister; she is Four Years elder to me… When she was in her 12th, she wanted a six pocket jeans, which was a very hep fashion in the year of 1998… She used to take tuitions and was earning that ways but was broke at that time and mom was not buying her that six pocket jeans which she thought to be original FIFA (Laughs) that to from a sale for Rs. 350/- . So She wrote a letter to My dad asking for some help (She had glued this letter on the mirror where dad shaves in the morning)… hehe I found this letter today and I wanted to post it here… as this letter has somehow either touched me or I have just found it so sweet that I couldn’t resist typing it out and blog it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Papa, (Kindly Wear Your Glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a Failing endeavor of convincing mama for buying me a six pocket trouser, I have turned to you for help. I am ready to take the trouser at my own expense. But the purchase has to be as soon as possible because I don’t want anybody else to take it. I’ll pay mama my two months ka tuition fees as I am broke right now. There is a discount at the shop hence the trouser which one gets for Rs. 450/- can be bought for Rs. 350/-. I have 100 but to spare. The trouser is from the best company. One in a million chance. Unique color Papa, pleaseeee…. Soothe mummy down. This kind of gesture of yours will never be forgotten. You see how desperate I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am in Love with that trouser and truly obsessed with it. Please, Please, Please, Please don’t turn me down. I’ll go by bus and come by bus. I don’t mind mummy coming along or even you or anybody as a matter of fact. Please don’t disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.N. I don’t mind if mamma draws a draft, I’ll accept it and make it a bill.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly, helplessly, faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;Dharaa.&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/15047222-115478448800523769?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/115478448800523769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=115478448800523769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115478448800523769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/115478448800523769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter.html' title='The Letter'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114987823703812168</id><published>2006-06-10T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:19:58.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dustbin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/dustbin_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/dustbin_cartoon.gif" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep Mumbai Clean and Green” is what I have read here and there on the railway station, Ads and documentary movies before the Bollywood/Hollywood movies in Cinema halls etc. I have been watching these Ads have learned in school not to litter the place with waste materials… one has to put the waste in the Dustbin. I have been following that since the day I have understood its meaning I don’t litter the place I put everything in dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While travelling from train I have tried stopping many people from littering the tracks… have faced many dirty looks, arguments from the one who is littering the surroundings…I have seen Police Officials, literate Men and Women, Government Officials (govt. who is actually running the campaign of clean Mumbai), Youth doing that… (Not to forget I also get angry on my mom and dad for littering the surroundings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government… is doing its job no doubt. I was so happy to see dustbins in my locality at every 100 meters… I was blessing the government for doing it… for certain days all went well after some days people from slums started to steal the bins… have seen that I didn’t have my camera or else would have shown the picture… whose fault is it the government or the people living below poverty line or the people above poverty line paying the tax???&lt;br /&gt;Whom to question and who can give the answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People Below Poverty Line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tax Payers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Government&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-114987823703812168?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114987823703812168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114987823703812168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114987823703812168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114987823703812168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/06/dustbin.html' title='Dustbin'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114915661130118716</id><published>2006-06-01T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:00:14.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/DSsketch%20111CN4550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/DSsketch%20111CN4550.jpg" width="356" 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/15047222-114915661130118716?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114915661130118716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114915661130118716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114915661130118716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114915661130118716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/06/sketch.html' title='The sketch'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114906573321657919</id><published>2006-05-31T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:40:48.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.....its not that i dont understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/diya_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/diya_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do understand your problems and your responsibilities towards your family, friends and your work… The problems you face because of your stupid friends not all but some are definitely stupid and I don’t understand why do u make such friends who do not understand you (oh I know now u will say nobody understands me…but here I mean not even understand your feelings), your work, time constraints and everything but listen to my side of this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually came as THE Light in my life… You have made me understood many things in life… one of the many reasons I’m attached to you and so concerned… When we met I don’t know for what reason you said that you want to be my brother… it was ok with me but I didn’t knew that I would be glad about it later…&lt;br /&gt;I was just happy actually more than happy to have found you from Orkut…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is used to this, as my brother making business… as I don’t have a real brother I used to feel the absence and make brothers in school in my locality and everywhere… but somehow I found that brother in you… So I decided to tell them about my new brother… as usual they were fine with it. I used to talk about you with my friends, they were getting possessive about me and they also got bugged with your attitude for certain things. 1 year a few months had passed you decided to come to Bombay before leaving for America rather before leaving the country for 2 years… I was happy beyond limits I told my friends and family about this. I was thinking of what gift to buy was making plans of what can I cook for you… Menu was decided, you gift well I was learning how to sketch and I was preparing your sketch to gift it to you…the schedule was made for the days you were visitng me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad were glad to receive you as a guest… but then dad also made plans for taking us out so the dates were clashing… you were coming on 3rd and 4th of June and dad had also planned for the same dates…I fought with mom and dad both that you are leaving the country for 2 years we can go next time, rather the next weekend, had my eyes swollen crying for almost 2 hours (btw have got an infection due to that crying)… Mom had also invited you she said as I have invited I got to stay back, so myself and my mom had decided to stay back whereas dad wanted to enjoy the weekend with his friends… So all was set… dad was also pretty much ok with everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day had made plans for watching The Davinci Code… 15 mins had passed the movie was on… I was deciding to tell Arti about the fight that I had with mom and dad about your arrival… and my phone beeps… I had received a message which read… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am leaving India on third afternoon. I won’t be able to come to Mumbai. Will call you in the evening.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-114906573321657919?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114906573321657919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114906573321657919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114906573321657919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114906573321657919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-that-i-dont-understand.html' title='.....its not that i dont understand'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114624490736560181</id><published>2006-04-28T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:58:40.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When u were gone (period in between)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/need%20a%20hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/need%20a%20hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked&lt;br /&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I'm doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better&lt;br /&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, No more aching&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, No more trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna let it fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;The Corrs Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;What Can I Do Lyrics&lt;/strong&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/15047222-114624490736560181?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114624490736560181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114624490736560181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114624490736560181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114624490736560181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-u-were-gone-period-in_114624490736560181.html' title='When u were gone (period in between)'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114623861368277778</id><published>2006-04-28T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:03:52.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ummm.... just thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/ist2_519601_sewing_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/ist2_519601_sewing_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just few days left before the exam. We are as usual busy with our submissions. I take a few moments away from this busy daily routine and hum my favourite songs favourite para “waqt ki qaid mien zindagi hai magar, waqt ki qaid mien zindagi hai magar, chand ghadiya yehi hai jo aazad hai, chand ghadiya yehi hai jo aazad hai inko kho kar meri jaaneja umra bhar na taraste raho”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about my course which has changed my life I wont say has changed my life but atleast it has changed my perspectives towards different things. I think about the 3 beautiful years spent in my degree college with my best buddy Arti and my class mates it was THE perfect college life I could ever ask for and had dreamt of. Ohhh and its so very difficult to leave my buddies, because somehow I have seen people best buddies not being in touch after colleges are over. People getting busy with their jobs or further studies, well I guess it’s a matter of choice if one wants can take out time from their busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the three years we had Dr. Kurush Dalal as a teacher for some or the other Subject in our 6 semesters. He is an Archaeologist and a Caterer too, yes I know odd combination, hmm guess what he is a PARSI…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always gives these amaizing fundes which we adore, we love to listen to him and yes this man has thought of things before he says it….. Once he was talking to us about Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this, which I wont ever forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said “Yes when u are young you wanna do everything change the world and all, that’s very good every one thinks like that, but things over here work as it always have. In India when u reach a position struggling for the right place for you in the system and when u have got the power to change the whole world your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;get up and going has got up and gone.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I feel that I wanna change the whole world, bring world peace but perhaps it’s not possible. Politics, Economics and Culture go hand in hand. I have heard people say one man can change the world; say Gandhiji changed the thinking of so many people, so many nations but not the whole world. I don’t think that one man can make a such a difference that they can change the whole world. It’s not only impossible in India but whole of the world. Well my Professor above meant for changing the political system in India well aah difficult to digest but things do really work that way only a revolution can do something. I don’t say corruption is everywhere but its just there, and its there in the many of the institutions as said before Politics, Economics and Culture go hand in hand. With the growing population of India we need education reaching to the every nook and corner of the country. Ummm I don’t know why m I writing all this perhaps thoughts connected one after another. It might be irritating so ill stop here. My friends complain that when they read my blogs that they have a feeling of something which has remained incomplete. May be even this one because they are my flowing thoughts and I don’t reach a conclusion…. Man!!! im confused, GOD unplug me from this matrix. Period ;p&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/15047222-114623861368277778?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114623861368277778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114623861368277778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114623861368277778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114623861368277778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/04/ummm-just-thoughts.html' title='ummm.... just thoughts'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114354135643086700</id><published>2006-03-28T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:52:36.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/masks.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/masks.0.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grey is what i got introduced to when i first met Sajesh. I was reading his blog when he said "and no comments on my foto ... that foto is a piece of art, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;grey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pic in a shade of darkness .. see the light falling in an angle on my face ... and plus its taken with a cam SEk750i"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajesh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;grey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is what i feel when i read ur short story. when u said "so wanted to give "him" a fair deal" just had a thought of writing this blog. Just see it as this way man, the girl got happy and "him" is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-114354135643086700?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114354135643086700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114354135643086700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114354135643086700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114354135643086700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/03/grey.html' title='Grey!!!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-114150457522388588</id><published>2006-03-05T02:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:18:59.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/exclamation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/exclamation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAGGED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;10 years Ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I was in Infant Jesus School, Malad (Mumbai). School was at 1 min distance from my house, still LATE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I used to steal erasers, dont know why i still fetish them but dont steal ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I used to eat Tiffin box of everyone and i realised people didnt like it, because they started changing the groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I was bad at spellings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;One more thing plz allow me to add this. I was always an average and at one point of time I secured 63% in my 5th and I had got 43 rd rank. It was horrible according to mom. But maths tought me that greater the no. The more u have. So I used to proudly tell my rank to every body asking what their bratt had secured. I used to hear my Amruta got 2nd rank, Anita got 1st rank…. And I was like loosers all I got 43…I got 43…. NA na na na naaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I cracked my first vulgar joke, Oh yes i was a spoiled brat :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;5 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It felt like mom was giving boards, because she actually used to read out text books to make me understand what’s in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I was the Vulgar jokes queen, I have it written some where, signed by my class mates to felicitate me with that title (150 jokes, knew it by heart).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My best friend, my langotia buddy, left me didn’t talk to me that whole year just because she got possessive OVER possessive. She transmitted that disease to me. And now I go around being possessive about my relations :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I just knew I loved travelling I took up a diploma course (Mumbai university based) travel and tourism in Narsee Mongee College [N.M( No Mercy)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well after coming to college life changed. My buddies of 13 years were no longer with me. Something changed in me drastically. I stopped cracking jokes, so calm. I didn’t believe this change was happening in me. I lost all interest in everything I used to. Except for the fetish for erasers, I think its for the fragrance it had in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Last Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So many new chapters in my life, it was amaizing to live the last year. One of the best years of my life till now. With the point of view of my family, my cherub, friends, BROTHER :D. It was just so perfect!!!! Dunno what this year has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I started reading; I started blogging and met THE most sweetest person. Who is always ready to help with whatever and the reason why im tagged. Yes u have got it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yldguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sajesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I stopped my Tabla Practice :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I made my Project for 100 marks, my own research project which im very proud of that, and the topic was on Clock Towers of Mumbai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I have changed a lot in the last year and I have also been the same. Im still weak at my spellings :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Started writing this stupid thing hehe started at 23:45 and completing at 00:45. so that is today. But enjoying it to the fullest!!!!!!!!! Thanx to whoever started this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Talked to my Brother who is now in India. Talked to Obed who is back from a long break. And yes also with Sajesh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Attended my lectures but before that got my travelling concession thingy done which was pending from 20 days. Atlast!!! Mission accomplished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;aah as always talking about me graduating in 2 months which I cant stand, I don’t wanna miss my college lifeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;This is not about me but my sister. She completed 10 years of her life commited to one man. And they are getting married so im just happy for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;5 yummy things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Panner tikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Mom ke hathon ki aloo ki sabzi, roti, mong kid al, rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Sisters cake, she is an awesome cook!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Celejore (celebration through a journey) nething from there our fav. Spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Aloo ke parathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Places I escape to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My terrace (its dark, parents don’t want their kids to be listed in the BBC of our building “hailla Oza ki larki terrace pe thi”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Musical concerts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;To Town that place is my second home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Perfume shops, Jeweler shops…. In short SHOPPPINNNGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;5 songs I know by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Aapne hoonthon par sajana chahta hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Woh Kagaz ki kashti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ranjish hi sahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Have u ever loved a women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;5 things I would do if I have money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;India Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;World tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My own Luxury boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;A small island at any place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ill buy Microsft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TV. Shows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Great Indian comedy show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Anything on Animal planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;National geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 things I cant live without.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Good Food, yes yes I live to eat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Some amount of Nature, Green in any form. No no not money but trees, beach or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I wanna tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Bhaiyaaa :-) And &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20286886"&gt;Dhaval&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-114150457522388588?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/114150457522388588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=114150457522388588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114150457522388588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/114150457522388588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-113664313512179698</id><published>2006-01-07T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:54:32.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>M I a Leftist or a Rightist ????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/2headsonebody_jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/2headsonebody_jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.nacera.com/Painting_Web/images/2headsonebody_jpg.jpg"&gt;http://www.nacera.com/Painting_Web/images/2headsonebody_jpg.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Leftists are Leftists and Rightists are Rightists and never, it seems, the twain shall meet. " I dont know why people say that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im always in a dilemma whether Im a leftist or a rightist, I can never take a stand. In some cases Im a leftist and in some a rightist. I have changed and im also conservative. No im not throwing words which i have read here and there, there is a meaning to whatever im saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does this (the dilemma) happen?? i have been born and brought up in a metropolitan city Mumbai. In this city there are different people, with different thoughts but there is a society and some set norms. My education is in english through a english education system. People say that the way i think is left yes my education is such but my surroundings have the rightist thought in them so i even have a rightist in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;India has always been a churning pot where many cultures have met and mixed with each other. I think such is also the situation of the political view points of a leftist and a rightist. Im a Rightist and also a Leftist, Im an amalgamation of both. I dont say i have both the political view points  and so my take on this is the middle path, ummm no i keep on svaying on both the sides on both the extemities to balance myself out. Yes that is what Im and what I consider to be my true identity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-113664313512179698?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/113664313512179698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=113664313512179698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113664313512179698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113664313512179698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2006/01/m-i-leftist-or-rightist.html' title='M I a Leftist or a Rightist ????????'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-113502158082092917</id><published>2005-12-20T00:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:16:20.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We met thru Kazaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/a%20tear%20for%20tomorrowsept.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/a%20tear%20for%20tomorrowsept.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so new to net, someone had asked me to download songs from Kazaa. I met him through Kazaa, he said a hi, we talked for a while and then exhanged our YM ids. He was super cool about everything. I liked him a lot, he was so kind and so good. He also gave me suggestions, advices about different issues but I take suggestions from many people and at the end do what I feel is the best newayz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this special friend we used to chat for hours in the night something from 11-2 or 10-1, 2 to 3 hours was the time he used to give me and which i was getting very accustomed to. Again these timings used to change according to his net hours, which used to bug me sometimes but all that was fine. We used to share our personal problems, our daily gags, jokes, shared the smallest details of everyday life, nething with each other and he was becoming one of the best buddies that i have ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As time passed, god knows what, he didnt like chatting nemore. His studies were more important, now thats not the point, ok fine i udnerstand studing is important and the main aim in once life, and at the age of 21 ofcourse it should b and i appreciate that. Giving CAT is not an easy job, it requires a lot of hard work, these studies went on for 1 and a 1/2 years. During which, he made all sorts of promise of mailing me regularly, keeping in touch through phone. He used to be online on YM I could bloody well see it, but he didnt have the time nor ne interest in chatting. We stopped sharing the minute details of our lifes, we were almost not in touch. Just few minutes ago he was couting the no. of times we had a chat for more than 5 mins ;)). Ohhh we chatted for 30 mins, hmmm he points out 4 days in two months where we did have a chat for more than 5 mins. i was so so amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He has a sister, even they dont chat for long but they share and maintain the same relationship. hmmm good point I think I function in a different way. times when we shared small details of everything and then theres a sudden gap where u dont converse at all u dont know what the other is doing and still expect the same to go on. im not even suppose to complain about it. I still have the same feeling though, i really take him as a very good friend and i miss him too, have to b ok with it now, but im really not ok also i dislike it, but then sometimes things just happen. Happened for good i think, if he would have been close as he was I wouldnt have met 2 important persons in my life. i dont know where these relationships will go, will they flower or meet the end (meet the end, i wont like it to be that way but just in case if it happens. will try my best to come against the end though) but they have been a part of my life and i will cherish the memories forever. &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/15047222-113502158082092917?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/113502158082092917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=113502158082092917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113502158082092917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113502158082092917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-met-thru-kazaa.html' title='We met thru Kazaa...'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-113220992137215760</id><published>2005-11-17T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:01:39.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Possessive Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/Le%20Pat%202girls-boy%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/Le%20Pat%202girls-boy%20small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jealousy isnt the right word for the situation im facing. I think im possessive. Im possessive about certain human beings not for things that belong to me. This feeling comes for only those whom i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being pos·ses·sive: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of or relating to ownership or possession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having or manifesting a desire to control or dominate another, especially in order to limit that person's relationships with others: a possessive parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Possessive Me. This is the side of mine which people usually dont like to see. I dont show everything, everything what i feel (only when im possessive). I feel possessive about people only when im not getting the care, the attention that i used to, or someone has stopped behaving in a particular way just because of the new relationship he/she has got into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a girl, she is very intelligent, very kind and gentle, straightforward, and a very very good human being. I know have talked her many times. My brother had started a new (now old) relationship with her, the problem is he shared the same relationship as he did with me. Yes Yes it is a brother-sister relationship. Now he says that he loves us both the same way. I dont want to dominate him or any of his relationships, no i dont want that. He marks the place where he and that girl first met on google earth, but didnt even bother to find out where we met first. He has stopped sharing with me most of the things which he used to share before she came. He has stopped all the dicussions with me, i think he finds her more suitable for all that(there are many more incidence). I dont deny, i know im an average person or may be even low. My bro once dedicated a song to me, but after she came he dedicated that song to her and gave me a new song. this is what he means by loving us both equally. Now u must be thinking im very materialistic, yes i dont say no Im. The reason why i dont believe in this loving equally business is that it is said Love deepens and grows as time goes by. It is like a tree it gives strength to the relationship as it deepens and grows. Ofcourse it is true, as time passes there are so many things that one has shared with the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im not Jealous because that girl is so intelligent and so so nice and all. I love being me. the only thing that bothers and hurts is my brother behaving like this. Ok he can like her more, but atleast shouldnt say that he loves us both equally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know after reading this blog he is going to get mad at me, and in all probability will show that girl. Its ok, i dont want to hurt anybody's feelings, and if i do so, please forgive me. I only know one thing i had to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-113220992137215760?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/113220992137215760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=113220992137215760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113220992137215760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113220992137215760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2005/11/possessive-me.html' title='A Possessive Me.'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-113059812144480262</id><published>2005-10-29T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:16:13.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Words and Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/ABC_Blocks.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/ABC_Blocks.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Words are wings for humans, it is said that there is more power in a pen than in a sword.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One of the primary things learnt by the child are alphabets which make up these words, these words are then defined to the mind and grasped. Sometimes words are just spoken without knowing the correct meaning or it so happens that people understand it in a different way(different here means not in the way the person conveying the message means). People percieve this world in their own ways which is not wrong, it happens unconsiously. This happens because life gives different experiences, learning to different people. Man its all Connected!!!!!!!!!! (well i wont go into this thought that everything is connected to everything, perhaps in another blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Quotes which i like on Word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single &lt;strong&gt;word&lt;/strong&gt;: freedom; justice; honor; duty; mercy; hope; faith; belief"&lt;br /&gt;-Winston Churchill quotes (British Orator, Author and Prime Minister during World War II. 1874-1965)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be true to your work, your &lt;strong&gt;word&lt;/strong&gt;, and your friend."&lt;br /&gt;-Henry David Thoreau quotes (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four things come not back: the spoken &lt;strong&gt;word,&lt;/strong&gt; the sped arrow, the past life and the neglected opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;-Proverb quotes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Words not only affect us temporarily; they change us,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-David Riesman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- H. R. Halderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Such weired thing these words are, they create misunderstandings, they hurt, they make u weep, they put u in trouble, they make u laugh, happy, they bring u sccess and they also make u understand the meaning of the same. they express a feeling/emotion in a best possible way. Sometimes i think (i had this thought before the movie Black) what kind of a world will it be for a deaf, dumb and a blind human, it seems to me something like suffocation. Imagine a world without these words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Words is what we converse with, languages can be different but words are there, its universal. These words sometimes not the best possible way to express feelings or anything in that matter. I feel that these words sometimes dont let us see the reality. Words that we read affect us so much that we change, because it is what we connect everything around us with. When i started this post there were tears in my eyes, i did hurt someone who is so dear to me, my angel. The Words which i said to him, i didnt know the meaning but i just spoke and it hurt. Now i understood what did i say and its hurting me even more. I cant bear that i have been so cruel to my best bud. it was a sheer misunderstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dedicate this post to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-113059812144480262?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/113059812144480262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=113059812144480262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113059812144480262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/113059812144480262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2005/10/words-and-relations.html' title='Words and Relations'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-112374319135859096</id><published>2005-08-11T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:44:03.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationships and Individualism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/depress_girl_long2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/depress_girl_long2.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does Individualism stand in relationship??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Relationship: a relationship is when 2 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or more than 2 are related in some or the other way. its a way 2 or more bodies behave with each other. it is a loving association shared by the 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;does individualism have a place in relationship, a bond between the two. there is no individualism in a relationship, something which governs and runs a relationship is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;compromise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A compromise is what happens when there is a stand taken on a subject by an individual and accepted by other either with his/her will or not. compromise is also when both the people agree that they both cant agree on a subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dont deny individualism but in a relationship when 2 people come together.....naahhhhhhhhh&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/15047222-112374319135859096?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/112374319135859096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=112374319135859096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/112374319135859096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/112374319135859096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2005/08/relationships-and-individualism.html' title='Relationships and Individualism'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15047222.post-112300805724403937</id><published>2005-08-02T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:09:02.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/1600/p69195_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/p69195_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start with this post carries date and the day, which shows the time this post was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: is in ur watch, there is a time which is running ur life, there is a time which is going on in ur mind about ur work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Some one at a right place at a wrong time, someone at a wrong place at the right time, someone at a wrong place at the wrong time and someone at a right place at the right time does it all, makes history, mistake, famous........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: is good and is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: makes one experienced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: times u want to remember shared with ur loved once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: times when relationships born and break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: when it ends, u die, is it? or it continues after it also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Is different for different planets, for Life, Universe and Everything ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Time sometimes i feel i wanna break free from its vicious circle, wanna break free and see whats beyond it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/282/1381/320/untitled2.0.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: is what i want to end for me eternally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15047222-112300805724403937?l=rmtk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/feeds/112300805724403937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15047222&amp;postID=112300805724403937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/112300805724403937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15047222/posts/default/112300805724403937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmtk.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-me.html' title='Time &amp; Me'/><author><name>Tanvi Oza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00874979563226536930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L0QSHKw-gM/SOEd5wwikUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HsWaRUs2a9M/S220/DSC00295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
