<?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-1839703883701532025</id><updated>2012-02-12T23:21:45.218+05:30</updated><category term='qt'/><title type='text'>my world</title><subtitle type='html'>a glimpse of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-208704697340812941</id><published>2011-07-15T04:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-15T04:00:48.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>heights of madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KygiI43AOgM/Th9tivZLOKI/AAAAAAAAAho/1aARIBrCXjc/s1600/photography257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KygiI43AOgM/Th9tivZLOKI/AAAAAAAAAho/1aARIBrCXjc/s320/photography257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel so strong for you? Why can't i just forget you and move on in my life? Why can't i imagine anyone else in your place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself these questions every single day, but failed to find any answer to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy about him that my whole life has been revolving around him. He isn't here with me..he is 8376 miles away and there is not even one single moment i do not think of him. He seems to have moved on..has set up a great life there, new friends and lot of freedom. I'm stuck up here still in the same life which has him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up the whole thing, i agree! the biggest mistake in my life is letting him go so easily. I was too hard on him, i was mad! Thought i would live my life without him. But i was so wrong, My life is so incomplete without him after being with him for 8years. I'm just a half person living here...the other half is him! he was long gone when i realized what i lost..It was too late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past one year, I've been trying to live without him which is so impossible. I'm so much into him now all the way through the core. I wasted one year of my life just to go to the place he's in. Choosing that path is so difficult..especially when i'm answerable to so many people about having wasting one year doing nothing. All that dint matter to me. What matters to me is going there. I'm so tensed about my admit into his university and not getting a visa. I just imagine what would i do here without him. Life has no meaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much when he calls up and tells me how much fun he is having and about the girl who he is planning to her out. I just fake a smile! Still i wanna go there and be with him..I just want him back. He is my life! and yes, i want my life back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-208704697340812941?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/208704697340812941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=208704697340812941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/208704697340812941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/208704697340812941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2011/07/heights-of-madness.html' title='heights of madness'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KygiI43AOgM/Th9tivZLOKI/AAAAAAAAAho/1aARIBrCXjc/s72-c/photography257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8958551284729845580</id><published>2011-07-15T02:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:48:43.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tired of waiting</title><content type='html'>I've been lonely for so long now,&lt;br /&gt;can't feel you near me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;baby, I'm sacred..feels terrible,&lt;br /&gt;imagining my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my best friend, my love!&lt;br /&gt;you could scan my eyes easily,&lt;br /&gt;when i was hiding something&lt;br /&gt;can't u see my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could read out my voice,&lt;br /&gt;my happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;can't you hear my cries for you?&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna face this life alone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting for you,baby!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as strong as you are,&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me every single moment.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qvpQixC7f0/Th9dKTFM1BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3k3X9EyfpO4/s1600/autumn-photography023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qvpQixC7f0/Th9dKTFM1BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3k3X9EyfpO4/s320/autumn-photography023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8958551284729845580?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8958551284729845580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8958551284729845580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8958551284729845580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8958551284729845580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2011/07/tired-of-waiting.html' title='Tired of waiting'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qvpQixC7f0/Th9dKTFM1BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3k3X9EyfpO4/s72-c/autumn-photography023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2085516902504469379</id><published>2011-06-21T02:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-21T03:33:18.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>craving for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wk9_m4nzmo/Tf-9-nQthVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Vuq9O1pp5J8/s1600/photography297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wk9_m4nzmo/Tf-9-nQthVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Vuq9O1pp5J8/s320/photography297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620419743370282322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very long,&lt;br /&gt;since I'd touched you.&lt;br /&gt;your arms so warm,&lt;br /&gt;i could hold it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my dream every night,&lt;br /&gt;since i was a small girl,&lt;br /&gt;that wakes me up with a hope,&lt;br /&gt;craving for years to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;every single breath i take.&lt;br /&gt;you are my only reason left,&lt;br /&gt;for survival in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2085516902504469379?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2085516902504469379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2085516902504469379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2085516902504469379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2085516902504469379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2011/06/craving-for-you.html' title='craving for you'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wk9_m4nzmo/Tf-9-nQthVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Vuq9O1pp5J8/s72-c/photography297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7308992098547679931</id><published>2011-06-12T02:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T02:50:55.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOGezI3H7IQ/TfPcH73yHnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/V6JlL7c7AWs/s1600/Let_Me_Kiss_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOGezI3H7IQ/TfPcH73yHnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/V6JlL7c7AWs/s320/Let_Me_Kiss_You.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617075189149998706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop by the flower shop,&lt;br /&gt;seeing those bunch of red roses,&lt;br /&gt;a flash of your face passed by,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where are u now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision of u and me appeared,&lt;br /&gt;living like a dream together,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the rest of the world,&lt;br /&gt;happily cozying in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality kicks in, you're gone!&lt;br /&gt;i can't find you around me,&lt;br /&gt;you are missing from my life,&lt;br /&gt;i hate my new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to live without you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost and restless,&lt;br /&gt;Am i moving on?&lt;br /&gt;or still glued to u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7308992098547679931?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7308992098547679931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7308992098547679931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7308992098547679931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7308992098547679931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving on?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOGezI3H7IQ/TfPcH73yHnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/V6JlL7c7AWs/s72-c/Let_Me_Kiss_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-288522970812692039</id><published>2011-06-03T02:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:17:48.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Te Amo forever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH5rx5S-dq0/TegEnzqI2_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/0YeCgSUTSW4/s1600/Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH5rx5S-dq0/TegEnzqI2_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/0YeCgSUTSW4/s320/Goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613742017445682162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days..months have gone by,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here clung to you,&lt;br /&gt;with the memories you left,&lt;br /&gt;with the pain still so fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at your picture,&lt;br /&gt;before going to sleep, It's u!&lt;br /&gt;who i dream of every night,&lt;br /&gt;your smile so soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're my love, my life!&lt;br /&gt;you're my strength,&lt;br /&gt;you're the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows this, but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep lying to myself,&lt;br /&gt;that i'm moving on..&lt;br /&gt;but, cant really think of,&lt;br /&gt;spending my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever come back,&lt;br /&gt;to complete me and our story?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a half part,&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-288522970812692039?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/288522970812692039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=288522970812692039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/288522970812692039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/288522970812692039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2011/06/te-amo-forever.html' title='Te Amo forever!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH5rx5S-dq0/TegEnzqI2_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/0YeCgSUTSW4/s72-c/Goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4420581478551096634</id><published>2010-11-18T02:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:40:37.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TOREuqhuIRI/AAAAAAAAAew/OBH4GtxpUro/s1600/photography024.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TOREuqhuIRI/AAAAAAAAAew/OBH4GtxpUro/s320/photography024.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540629010052948242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no clue about what to write. Its been almost 5 months since i stopped writing, i haven't even had a glimpse of my blog since the last post that i wrote. Its so hard to stay glued to blogging after so many months. Anyways, i'm just making an attempt to adhere what i used to do earlier. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4420581478551096634?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4420581478551096634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4420581478551096634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4420581478551096634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4420581478551096634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TOREuqhuIRI/AAAAAAAAAew/OBH4GtxpUro/s72-c/photography024.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7995648183977217568</id><published>2010-07-11T02:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:36:03.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TDoWAp2_KSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sifWrBk0c4U/s1600/Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TDoWAp2_KSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sifWrBk0c4U/s320/Emo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492726896024037666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love dies only when growth stops"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love dies when you stop growing with the relationship and accepting them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love dies when the things expected doesn't really hit it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love dies when you start hating the things in your partner which once a upon a time u loved in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love dies when you indeed not looking for a long term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love dies when u don't give a chance to your partner to correct their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! love indeed dies with huge lots of EXPECTATIONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7995648183977217568?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7995648183977217568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7995648183977217568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7995648183977217568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7995648183977217568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-dies-only-when-growth-stops-how.html' title=''/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TDoWAp2_KSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sifWrBk0c4U/s72-c/Emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8273474875105549059</id><published>2010-05-22T23:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:13:24.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>immortal past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S_glrvI2TiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uFaSFtjqosc/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S_glrvI2TiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uFaSFtjqosc/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474166780387020322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness everywhere around,&lt;br /&gt;no sign of light,&lt;br /&gt;no ray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take a walk in the woods,&lt;br /&gt;leaving the past behind, but,&lt;br /&gt;something has stopped me...&lt;br /&gt;its a hand on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned back to look,&lt;br /&gt;what is it...its him!&lt;br /&gt;dragging me again into,&lt;br /&gt;the past which was never a past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a past which was never over,&lt;br /&gt;a past which haunts me all the time,&lt;br /&gt;with the best memories,&lt;br /&gt;a past which never dies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8273474875105549059?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8273474875105549059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8273474875105549059' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8273474875105549059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8273474875105549059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/05/immortal-past.html' title='immortal past'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S_glrvI2TiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uFaSFtjqosc/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3503993924661824369</id><published>2010-05-07T14:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:59:22.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why am i wanting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S-PdZfj50mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DJQlbmJnWbs/s1600/In_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S-PdZfj50mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DJQlbmJnWbs/s320/In_Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468457802596471394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk down in the cold&lt;br /&gt;staring at the bright moon&lt;br /&gt;that resembles your face&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful u look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a vision of u and me&lt;br /&gt;happily wrapped in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;which wets my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i wanting?&lt;br /&gt;to feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;to feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;when i was the one who kept u away from me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3503993924661824369?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3503993924661824369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3503993924661824369' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3503993924661824369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3503993924661824369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-am-i-wanting.html' title='why am i wanting?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S-PdZfj50mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DJQlbmJnWbs/s72-c/In_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1363323331979283121</id><published>2010-05-04T02:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:58:31.251+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd birth!!</title><content type='html'>its been 4 months since I've written anything. this is the 2nd birth to my blog as someone hacked my password and almost deleted the blog. but suddenly the person whoever had hacked had sweetly returned it back to me with the same password...weirdo!! i think that was the reason for me loosing interest in writing and it away many of my blogs followers...hope to get them back! &lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy that i haven't lost my previous posts because they mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,the updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I is a graduate now...yayy!!! I'm finally done with my exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got placed..!! i have a job now but don't know whether I'll be joining it or not :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I started to write again...at least I'm trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I is in a big dilemma about life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1363323331979283121?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1363323331979283121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1363323331979283121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1363323331979283121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1363323331979283121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/05/2nd-birth.html' title='2nd birth!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-323449632143696041</id><published>2010-01-20T22:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:51:43.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1c7ndYOxbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hW8tOc6N51o/s1600-h/ATgAAABh6mnnjbAnQyVdV5iwFp-xaSFYFROd_u3yauApDhFt2pJWI4w7z4p6Ze5RZNA_pKNzoyrp0bv5J4OzM5-QH7kEAJtU9VBpmG2OEnisvJs7ItrvDTAr0KtFGg.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/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1c7ndYOxbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hW8tOc6N51o/s320/ATgAAABh6mnnjbAnQyVdV5iwFp-xaSFYFROd_u3yauApDhFt2pJWI4w7z4p6Ze5RZNA_pKNzoyrp0bv5J4OzM5-QH7kEAJtU9VBpmG2OEnisvJs7ItrvDTAr0KtFGg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428873424905618866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pin drop silence everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i wait by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;will i ever hear from you?&lt;br /&gt;will you ever say "love you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared the same world together,&lt;br /&gt;we shared the same breath,&lt;br /&gt;we shared the everything together,&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine tearing that world apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i win back your trust?&lt;br /&gt;how do i get back to you again?&lt;br /&gt;how do i say "i love you"?&lt;br /&gt;even after betraying my love???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-323449632143696041?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/323449632143696041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=323449632143696041' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/323449632143696041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/323449632143696041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/01/betrayal.html' title='betrayal'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1c7ndYOxbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hW8tOc6N51o/s72-c/ATgAAABh6mnnjbAnQyVdV5iwFp-xaSFYFROd_u3yauApDhFt2pJWI4w7z4p6Ze5RZNA_pKNzoyrp0bv5J4OzM5-QH7kEAJtU9VBpmG2OEnisvJs7ItrvDTAr0KtFGg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6104073067750433233</id><published>2010-01-16T23:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:10:23.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The secret she kept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1IIDSlrlgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bG5X6EBUEG4/s1600-h/ATgAAADo6FDy-NnqDMaTA3Nxhje8vpvIMS6EERoe8W-Zq1VXYSVth4RvqRtGJy2GwAjbGMEenau7gYiB6lpYqpU65_IOAJtU9VCOug34YOt_JKB8V4jL-w8JfGR2Sg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1IIDSlrlgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bG5X6EBUEG4/s320/ATgAAADo6FDy-NnqDMaTA3Nxhje8vpvIMS6EERoe8W-Zq1VXYSVth4RvqRtGJy2GwAjbGMEenau7gYiB6lpYqpU65_IOAJtU9VCOug34YOt_JKB8V4jL-w8JfGR2Sg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427409353557382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know why I love you. As long as you’re with me, I’ll be alright. Nothing to worry, nothing to be scared of. You make me feel special and loved. The little gifts you shower me with, the affectionate concern and the profound tender you treat me with makes me feel so rhapsodic. Words keep falling when I begin to write about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bringing the light back into my life, thank you for taking the sinking boat back onto the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love has won. You have warred with yourself all throughout and it’s time I declare, you won! With so much of patience you carried all the memories and never let them fade away. We were destined to be together and all those differences which arose in between were just to enliven this relationship. Like they say, ‘Everything happens for our own good’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s one thing. First love is the best love and I’m really glad we’re back together. Nothing in this world can tear us apart. It’s Gods touch or perhaps the phantoms blow that today we’re together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters to me. It’s just you and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with this special feeling is beyond compare and I’m loving it all. Days to months and months to years. 6-7 years have passed by since we know each other and we still remain the same, feeling the bond we share though things were messed up in between but again like i say, ‘everything happens for a good reason’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what true love feels like.  Times have changed and I’m still loving you just as much, cherishing and relishing every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get enough of you. You amaze me even more everyday and I thank God for answering our prayers. The wait has been long but the fruits have been sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the thought of losing you this time. Most astonishing is the secret you kept within yourself and loved me selflessly when I was away. I value this relationship even more after all stormy rides we’ve been through. Baby, hold my hand and be by my side, forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;               ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:this has been written by a friend of mine who has got back his lost love after years. i found this really beautiful and touching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6104073067750433233?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6104073067750433233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6104073067750433233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6104073067750433233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6104073067750433233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-she-kept.html' title='The secret she kept'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/S1IIDSlrlgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bG5X6EBUEG4/s72-c/ATgAAADo6FDy-NnqDMaTA3Nxhje8vpvIMS6EERoe8W-Zq1VXYSVth4RvqRtGJy2GwAjbGMEenau7gYiB6lpYqpU65_IOAJtU9VCOug34YOt_JKB8V4jL-w8JfGR2Sg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-24564798462192119</id><published>2010-01-02T17:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:21:40.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sz8zOO537eI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7bZHcPompbI/s1600-h/ist2_9345834-happy-new-year-2010-still-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sz8zOO537eI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7bZHcPompbI/s320/ist2_9345834-happy-new-year-2010-still-life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422108795989388770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its happened so fast, din't realise when the year ended also.though for some people it might look like ages but for me it was ride..a super speed ride with full of ups and downs and sometimes balanced.but in the end i don't regret for anything...just carry those sweet memories along with you and dump the bitter ones in the past itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,i wish you all a very happy and prosperous &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;new year 2010!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-24564798462192119?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/24564798462192119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=24564798462192119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/24564798462192119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/24564798462192119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sz8zOO537eI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7bZHcPompbI/s72-c/ist2_9345834-happy-new-year-2010-still-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-812919323192679117</id><published>2009-12-25T16:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:28:34.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my guy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSdPOVeoII/AAAAAAAAAdM/30TntcJCwYc/s1600-h/Cigarett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSdPOVeoII/AAAAAAAAAdM/30TntcJCwYc/s320/Cigarett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419129136505331842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep asking myself how do i want my guy to be?i can just go on and on about the list how i want it to be but today, i realized that I've got it all in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day begins with his call,he says"i love you" when i answer and i just smile.that cute 3 words makes that moment so cheerful.he strongly believes in giving space to each other and that is where I'm more comfortable with.giving space is the most vital thing in any relationship..well i better talk about it another post.he makes me feel so damn special when I'm with him.one look in his eyes is enough to know how badly he wants me and how madly he's in love with me.i never expected him to be all this filmy type like giving a roses and giving surprises.i mean who doesn't like surprises and girls definitely would never say no to a ROSE!we would be in a serious discussion and suddenly from no where he takes out a rose and just "i love you"...i can't ask for more.he scolds me like my father when i go wrong and guides me a like a friend when I'm in need of help.he fights with me like my brother which baffles me off very easily.he cares for me like my mothers and at times, even yells at me for not having proper food.he just everything-my family, my best friend, my cute enemy, my guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's got his own way of reaching to my heart and he knows what exactly to do to keep me happy.a kiss on my forehead when I'm upset lifts my mood.a cute peck on the cheeks is just so adorable,love the way he cuddles me up.&lt;br /&gt;I've found everything in him and I'm really glad to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-812919323192679117?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/812919323192679117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=812919323192679117' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/812919323192679117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/812919323192679117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-keep-asking-myself-how-do-i-want-my.html' title='my guy!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSdPOVeoII/AAAAAAAAAdM/30TntcJCwYc/s72-c/Cigarett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1312933846544597362</id><published>2009-12-25T15:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:17:50.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSYULTgDoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mqsDvIMIfSo/s1600-h/ATcAAAA1Zac_BlZvyTau_RZ-5tg1t6YXtVfuEbJuttDKylPYsThLlBu8IIueH33SSEKC2YPLkV2OGmBMKCayzl_AqfN1AJtU9VCe4st3ixu8Ru4r5V20rLpz_QrMRg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSYULTgDoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mqsDvIMIfSo/s320/ATcAAAA1Zac_BlZvyTau_RZ-5tg1t6YXtVfuEbJuttDKylPYsThLlBu8IIueH33SSEKC2YPLkV2OGmBMKCayzl_AqfN1AJtU9VCe4st3ixu8Ru4r5V20rLpz_QrMRg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123724032937602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pure bliss when you find your soul mate.what you say when you get your lost love in that soul-mate and this time forever?how does it feel to get back to your love after years of separation?not everybody is lucky enough to have got true love.I'm one amongst them.the lucky one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1312933846544597362?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1312933846544597362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1312933846544597362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1312933846544597362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1312933846544597362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-pure-bliss-when-you-find-your-soul.html' title='soulmate'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SzSYULTgDoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mqsDvIMIfSo/s72-c/ATcAAAA1Zac_BlZvyTau_RZ-5tg1t6YXtVfuEbJuttDKylPYsThLlBu8IIueH33SSEKC2YPLkV2OGmBMKCayzl_AqfN1AJtU9VCe4st3ixu8Ru4r5V20rLpz_QrMRg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8553006395647603756</id><published>2009-12-04T20:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:07:33.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back!back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sxksp3VgllI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fTlf9xEj6WE/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sxksp3VgllI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fTlf9xEj6WE/s320/55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411405525002786386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!my blog has been rotten to death,its been ages since I've updated it.i'm clueless about what to write now..okay!let me update bout what has been happening with me now a days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#firstly,our colleges are closed for 15 days due to TRS strike.TRS is the name of a political party,which are now fighting for separation of andhra pradesh which caused a lot of agitation.hope,it doesn't happen*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#my di is now a happily married women...sigh!!that one whole month was really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#i've been a party of the dad's elections,went on for canvasing door to door but sadly,lost unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#placements were going on in the college and i aint ready with the resume yet.yeyy!now with holidays now,got lots of time :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i remember till now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8553006395647603756?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8553006395647603756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8553006395647603756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8553006395647603756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8553006395647603756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/12/backback.html' title='back!back!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sxksp3VgllI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fTlf9xEj6WE/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7926938006164752160</id><published>2009-10-29T00:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:41:27.539+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SuiXHbEmn9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/uq1a3-3LxYg/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SuiXHbEmn9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/uq1a3-3LxYg/s320/56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397730307185483730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is going smooth..all are busy preparing for the sister's wedding..yes including me,try hard to make my lovely sis's wedding to be perfect.but then don't know why I'm feeling left out..like its only me living in this world,no one to comfort me,like I'm all alone.....why??I'm going nuts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:miss my blog..will be back soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7926938006164752160?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7926938006164752160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7926938006164752160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7926938006164752160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7926938006164752160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-is-going-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SuiXHbEmn9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/uq1a3-3LxYg/s72-c/56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4366851513089428555</id><published>2009-09-30T22:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:40:46.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>want my hair back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsOQdyIMyyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FPJfXM0tMAA/s1600-h/1110-hair-cut-poll_bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsOQdyIMyyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FPJfXM0tMAA/s320/1110-hair-cut-poll_bd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387308420612016930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried out a new salon today called "manea".i don't know what was going on my mind,i ended up having a hair cut.i desperately wanted to have a long hair and nearly grew it for 8 months but gone in vain:(.now after having a hair cut,i feel eerie!!why do i had to cut my hair just one month before my di's wedding?*slaps on my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:i want my hair back!!i hate my new hair cut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4366851513089428555?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4366851513089428555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4366851513089428555' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4366851513089428555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4366851513089428555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/want-my-hair-back.html' title='want my hair back!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsOQdyIMyyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FPJfXM0tMAA/s72-c/1110-hair-cut-poll_bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3998322511024604600</id><published>2009-09-28T17:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:43:51.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>vegetarian!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsCodgOJzKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KHqhdiF0pHY/s1600-h/vegetarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsCodgOJzKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KHqhdiF0pHY/s320/vegetarian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386490379154082978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom:stupid girl!i have to separately prepare something for you to eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:ahh!then stop eating non veg.lets all become vegetarian from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom:i've been trying to make you eat chicken since 17 years,but i've given up now.you won't change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:he he...finally!you've given up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped eating non veg when i was 3years old.i'm 20 now and its been 17 years since i've become a pure veggie.i don't even remember me eating chicken when i was a kid.and with this vijayadasami,i have this pride to be called as the only vegetarian in my entire family.many people had tried to turn me into a non veggie but that very idea eludes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,happy dussehra!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3998322511024604600?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3998322511024604600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3998322511024604600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3998322511024604600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3998322511024604600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/vegetarian.html' title='vegetarian!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SsCodgOJzKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KHqhdiF0pHY/s72-c/vegetarian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6332497065502540327</id><published>2009-09-27T23:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:05:03.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dandiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sr-v2YkdMEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hhVnxaUgcjo/s1600-h/dandiya-raas-in-navratri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sr-v2YkdMEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hhVnxaUgcjo/s320/dandiya-raas-in-navratri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386217028201558082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeyy!!i went to play dandiya last night and had lots of fun dancing on the filmy tunes.i couldn't sing the typical gujrathi folk song so the enthu was bit low.what excited me the most is the chaat which i get to eat at the end:).&lt;br /&gt;i noticed today morning that my whole body was aching like anything and my fingers swollen :( but i'm happy about the calories i burnt yesterday..lol*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:planned to go even today as it was the last day but,its raining very heavily so dropped out that plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6332497065502540327?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6332497065502540327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6332497065502540327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6332497065502540327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6332497065502540327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeyyi-went-to-play-dandiya-last-night.html' title='dandiya'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sr-v2YkdMEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hhVnxaUgcjo/s72-c/dandiya-raas-in-navratri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2641415215341742150</id><published>2009-09-25T00:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:40:11.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrvDy3GiLRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/odeg2dK1o0Q/s1600-h/137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrvDy3GiLRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/odeg2dK1o0Q/s320/137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385113058003791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days have come without you,&lt;br /&gt;passed like as they never came.&lt;br /&gt;evenings has come without you,&lt;br /&gt;which filled my eyes with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted you truly.&lt;br /&gt;i have you in my life now, but&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to get you;&lt;br /&gt;this is what kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange this situation seem;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why this distance;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what time wants;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is what it wishes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh baby!why this distance between us?&lt;br /&gt;my life is incomplete with you.&lt;br /&gt;can you ease my pain?&lt;br /&gt;what should i do with this space?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2641415215341742150?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2641415215341742150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2641415215341742150' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2641415215341742150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2641415215341742150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/space.html' title='space'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrvDy3GiLRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/odeg2dK1o0Q/s72-c/137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-466800029074752836</id><published>2009-09-20T12:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:50:11.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>missing what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrXXWzvSi4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gdtC1DXqHZs/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrXXWzvSi4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gdtC1DXqHZs/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383445716436945794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a gift to be loved by everyone..i'm showered with lots of care and affection and i'm extremely lucky for having them in my life but,its becomes so hard to maintain that same bond with them.its so difficult to not make them hurt but,sadly they do get hurt and don't blame me even though i'm the reason for it.i'm just not able to give time to everybody,frankly speaking,i don't find time for myself also.but,what bothers me the most is... &lt;br /&gt;why am i not happy?&lt;br /&gt;why do i still feel there is something missing in life?&lt;br /&gt;why do i still hope for something? which i know it isn't possible!&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel that i need something else?&lt;br /&gt;why do i long to feel someone's love???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when I'm gonna get these answers but,the day when i get the answer to all my questions is the day when I'm completely happy with myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:i need you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-466800029074752836?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/466800029074752836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=466800029074752836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/466800029074752836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/466800029074752836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-what.html' title='missing what?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrXXWzvSi4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gdtC1DXqHZs/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4633740707909728794</id><published>2009-09-19T23:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:58:05.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>make me feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrUiIpgciDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OxbgeG2nj1U/s1600-h/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrUiIpgciDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OxbgeG2nj1U/s320/101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383246461567535154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever you come across;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes always lightens up;&lt;br /&gt;a gleam of hope arises;&lt;br /&gt;hope of being with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to stay like this;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to loose myself;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to win my love;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of loosing you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me feel beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;with your charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;make me feel your love; &lt;br /&gt;with you always beside me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4633740707909728794?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4633740707909728794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4633740707909728794' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4633740707909728794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4633740707909728794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-feel.html' title='make me feel'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SrUiIpgciDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OxbgeG2nj1U/s72-c/101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5738047921565752603</id><published>2009-09-06T14:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:29:10.227+05:30</updated><title type='text'>turned 20!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SqN51MH_ylI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4aoDtPLj9Tk/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SqN51MH_ylI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4aoDtPLj9Tk/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378276334705298002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned 20 yesterday,finally happy to say goodbye to my teenage.being 20 sounds so big though my parents still treat me like a baby.nice to be pampered but not always:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly,i haven't done any shopping this year since i wasn't in a mood in the begining of the week.but when i wanted to shop,there was ganesh immersion and after that our beloved CM passed away.there was a 2day holidays for the whole state.so,i ended up wearing my di's new clothes which she bought for her wedding parties he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents let me go to temple alone!thats the first time when i went to a temple all alone..:).the remaining day i spent with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;this year birthday was peaceful unlike last years...don't ask what happen,it was the worst b'day ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:I'M A BIG GIRL NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SqN5QHmit1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Bktw4rsjLkA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SqN5QHmit1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Bktw4rsjLkA/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275697836078930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5738047921565752603?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5738047921565752603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5738047921565752603' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5738047921565752603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5738047921565752603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/turned-20.html' title='turned 20!!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SqN51MH_ylI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4aoDtPLj9Tk/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5426470285451542380</id><published>2009-09-03T15:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:14:26.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>R I P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sp-d5PO6iRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7jV-xq_omy8/s1600-h/original_YSR_49196e6b7af5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sp-d5PO6iRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7jV-xq_omy8/s320/original_YSR_49196e6b7af5f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377190086770854162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not be a gem of a person...&lt;br /&gt;but made an impact in the state...&lt;br /&gt;lived in the hearts of farmers...&lt;br /&gt;his life was dedicated to the people...&lt;br /&gt;with whole sense of grief and shock...&lt;br /&gt;may your soul rest in peace...YSR !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5426470285451542380?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5426470285451542380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5426470285451542380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5426470285451542380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5426470285451542380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/09/r-i-p.html' title='R I P'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sp-d5PO6iRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7jV-xq_omy8/s72-c/original_YSR_49196e6b7af5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1043956579557786455</id><published>2009-08-30T15:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:17:29.032+05:30</updated><title type='text'>come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppYjZ1kF9I/AAAAAAAAAao/_gk1VLGjo9g/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppYjZ1kF9I/AAAAAAAAAao/_gk1VLGjo9g/s320/54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375706470474323922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with swollen eyes&lt;br /&gt;tears rolling,ready to shed&lt;br /&gt;where do i stand in your heart now,&lt;br /&gt;or rather i say in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;we were so good together&lt;br /&gt;will everything be the same?&lt;br /&gt;i have become astray now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;all i want is the we together again&lt;br /&gt;oh please baby!&lt;br /&gt;doesn't feel good staying away from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1043956579557786455?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1043956579557786455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1043956579557786455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1043956579557786455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1043956579557786455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-back.html' title='come back!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppYjZ1kF9I/AAAAAAAAAao/_gk1VLGjo9g/s72-c/54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6079866920554415453</id><published>2009-08-30T15:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:20:23.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppLTJJ8lxI/AAAAAAAAAag/T2EVhmDGIG8/s1600-h/goth_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppLTJJ8lxI/AAAAAAAAAag/T2EVhmDGIG8/s320/goth_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375691897467344658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt kicks in!!someone close to me is in trouble because of me.it wasn't intentional but it just happened.i can't bear getting avoided...i need to talk!solve things that went wrong...clear the misunderstanding!because i can't loose you at any cost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6079866920554415453?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6079866920554415453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6079866920554415453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6079866920554415453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6079866920554415453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilt-kicks-insomeone-close-to-me-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SppLTJJ8lxI/AAAAAAAAAag/T2EVhmDGIG8/s72-c/goth_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2555325634463010234</id><published>2009-08-20T06:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:55:18.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>time management</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Soyl5Lg9VRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h6J6jBwJLbw/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Soyl5Lg9VRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h6J6jBwJLbw/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371850857308312850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!its been raining heavily since wee hours and this scenario reminds me as my best reason for bunking my school(no attendance problem at all).how i wish i could bunk my college now but sadly,the attendance is the only thing for which I'm going to that stupid college of ours.final year is the stressful year,we gotta maintain 90% of attendance(very difficult,at least for me!)then write all those stupid tests for which i never prepare(i always do one day batting) and attend my tuition which recently got its timings shifted from early morning 6:30 to 5 in the evening leaving me confused whether to join yoga classes or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no clue why I'm not able to find time for myself.besides all this,I've my baby to be taken care...(boo boo is simply not letting me sit on computer even now).i don't know why dogs wake up early in the morning along with the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write something good since I've been updating my blog really slow.but i ended up writing something else which is currently in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all i want and need is the day for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:this is my 102th post..forgot to mention it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2555325634463010234?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2555325634463010234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2555325634463010234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2555325634463010234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2555325634463010234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-management.html' title='time management'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Soyl5Lg9VRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h6J6jBwJLbw/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7245438569985587830</id><published>2009-08-16T18:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:17:04.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy independence day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sof9PH8f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Yy5cCy9v804/s1600-h/the-proud-indian-flag-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sof9PH8f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Yy5cCy9v804/s320/the-proud-indian-flag-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539516935265682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably i think I'm the last one to wish it but its never too late for doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;it is the 62th independence day to India. independence day makes me feel nostalgic about my school days,it an celebration which we should be really proud of.but sadly ever since I'm out of my school,i haven't hoisted flag ceremony :( but i sing national anthem everyday at college.&lt;br /&gt;on the final note,HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;proud to be an indian-jai hind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sof9PH8f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Yy5cCy9v804/s72-c/the-proud-indian-flag-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5302165379589626795</id><published>2009-08-02T13:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:00:12.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>falling in love again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SnVOhHTZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HVysbLIF-Mw/s1600-h/146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SnVOhHTZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HVysbLIF-Mw/s320/146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280861884897682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay next to you&lt;br /&gt;watching you sleeping&lt;br /&gt;holding my hand in yours&lt;br /&gt;smiling which was so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying on your chest&lt;br /&gt;feeling your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;wondering if it beats for me&lt;br /&gt;a small hope that tickles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to miss anything&lt;br /&gt;i wanna record everything &lt;br /&gt;every expression of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing you sleeping peacefully&lt;br /&gt;wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;expecting if its me who's in your mind&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could pause this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could spend all my life with you&lt;br /&gt;i could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;every moment i spent with you &lt;br /&gt;is making me fall in love again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5302165379589626795?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5302165379589626795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5302165379589626795' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5302165379589626795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5302165379589626795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-in-love-again.html' title='falling in love again!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SnVOhHTZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HVysbLIF-Mw/s72-c/146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5841835287564123251</id><published>2009-07-26T19:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:38:59.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sm3Cu0BI2OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-8Irvw-IfSg/s1600-h/98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sm3Cu0BI2OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-8Irvw-IfSg/s320/98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363156840761317602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"the most joyful sentence is BUT,I LOVE YOU....&lt;br /&gt;the most painful sentence is I LOVE YOU,BUT..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she met him after a long sabbatical,it was just like they'd met yesterday.the long break din't seem to bother them at all,perhaps there a bit starting problem for her.they laughed,fought,played pranks..they did everything which they used to do earlier.they got so involved in each other's company that they forgot about the rest of the world.they still seem so fresh to each other though they knew each other for 6years.the lost magic had recreated with so much of love pouring from their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she:you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he:what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she:I STILL LOVE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he:*smiles*and hugs her real tight and says "I LOVE YOU BUT,..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........the whole atmosphere was just silent...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5841835287564123251?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5841835287564123251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5841835287564123251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5841835287564123251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5841835287564123251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/but.html' title='BUT...'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sm3Cu0BI2OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-8Irvw-IfSg/s72-c/98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3614563908642439270</id><published>2009-07-24T18:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:45:14.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ad shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmmzrjOFUII/AAAAAAAAAZY/WmnFJuvG54U/s1600-h/CIMG1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmmzrjOFUII/AAAAAAAAAZY/WmnFJuvG54U/s320/CIMG1202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362014392131342466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could sleep on 21st night...i was excited,nervous and tensed.i managed to sleep somehow for 2 hours before my alarm woke me up.it was sharp 5 in the morning,i rushed to my balcony to see the eclipse but gone in vain cause the sun was covered with the clouds.i had to convince my daddy to drop me at 6:30 but reached there at 7:45 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an ad shoot...my first ad shoot!!went pretty well but had to sit there totally jobless till i was called for my shot...i hated that waiting part and the make up...it was sick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3614563908642439270?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3614563908642439270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3614563908642439270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3614563908642439270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3614563908642439270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ad-shoot.html' title='ad shoot'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmmzrjOFUII/AAAAAAAAAZY/WmnFJuvG54U/s72-c/CIMG1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3160605278500416641</id><published>2009-07-20T01:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:07:09.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmODL4LCrPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Oi6fT7EXEoA/s1600-h/ATcAAABiYuM2evNnsi0hx_FheE474nhKcU7oaowQnCLhndHY9w77rPHQFhy0ij22nW4TeFHN8-yHSkxP66hOW51FpVl5AJtU9VDCAJJZiQ42BAliJ6Yzha_fVPyXYQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmODL4LCrPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Oi6fT7EXEoA/s320/ATcAAABiYuM2evNnsi0hx_FheE474nhKcU7oaowQnCLhndHY9w77rPHQFhy0ij22nW4TeFHN8-yHSkxP66hOW51FpVl5AJtU9VDCAJJZiQ42BAliJ6Yzha_fVPyXYQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360272221581520114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes getting a call after a long hiatus, from a person you used to die for creates a lot of apprehension within yourself.though the intentions may be genuine but can't be overwhelmingly happy...there arises the fear of getting hurt again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3160605278500416641?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3160605278500416641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3160605278500416641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3160605278500416641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3160605278500416641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-getting-call-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SmODL4LCrPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Oi6fT7EXEoA/s72-c/ATcAAABiYuM2evNnsi0hx_FheE474nhKcU7oaowQnCLhndHY9w77rPHQFhy0ij22nW4TeFHN8-yHSkxP66hOW51FpVl5AJtU9VDCAJJZiQ42BAliJ6Yzha_fVPyXYQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7110935889727260214</id><published>2009-07-17T00:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:15:46.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blank message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sl-DWnpuGkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/av7kOFkUh94/s1600-h/180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sl-DWnpuGkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/av7kOFkUh94/s320/180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359146506218510914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 3 months now that she hadn't heard from him...she sits in her class trying to listen to the boring lecture bends towards to her friend and takes his name out.suddenly her mobile vibrated,she picks it up and was shocked to see "new message".her eyes couldn't believe it.there was a "BLANK MESSAGE" from him.yes!a blank message...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they stopped talking to each other for no reasons...no quarrels...!no crying...!there was complete silence in her life.she wanted to call him but wanted to see whether he would ring her if she doesn't.but he din't!he never bothered to call her when she needed him.but still she believed that he would call her up and he also misses her in the same way she does.her belief started fading away and still wonders what made him not call her all these days.she counts the no of days since they had not spoken and thinks about him every single day which make her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what does she supposed to understand by this blank message?plenty of thoughts popped up in her mind...some good!and some bad!but couldn't get the ultimate reason why has he sent a blank message which made her even more disturbed....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7110935889727260214?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7110935889727260214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7110935889727260214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7110935889727260214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7110935889727260214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blank-message.html' title='blank message'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sl-DWnpuGkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/av7kOFkUh94/s72-c/180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2998303366068578774</id><published>2009-07-09T20:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:45:13.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one month-the gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYJYNnAqrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xbC0-0NUxKQ/s1600-h/ATcAAABRnICA09Glve5LnrJgLdHJpsyRd_Y7Zi7Q8SR090H4q_lbnmR4nlCs3AAAUuvgqjA9EUdp-d7YdEN_vGi7OUQwAJtU9VCoHNmKziXKoI33_434ikUWzE80Fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYJYNnAqrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xbC0-0NUxKQ/s320/ATcAAABRnICA09Glve5LnrJgLdHJpsyRd_Y7Zi7Q8SR090H4q_lbnmR4nlCs3AAAUuvgqjA9EUdp-d7YdEN_vGi7OUQwAJtU9VCoHNmKziXKoI33_434ikUWzE80Fg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356479118378576562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost been one whole month since i've been away from blogging and i would come online very rarely to check my mails and scraps.the main reason was i wasn't feeling well(my health is completely ok though!)i was not in a mood to do anything and can say that i was a loner.don't know why but i was lost somewhere,felt as if there is something missing in my life and could say that i was not happy with life.this feeling lasted for a very long time then the things came which brought me back to the normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister got engaged and i got so damn busy shopping for it.then my college started,got some quality time to spend time with my friends and it made me even more busier.my bro had come from Manchester,hence added smile to my face.sadly,he is leaving in 2 days,will miss him!and lastly boo boo entered in my family and in my life.he is like my own baby now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm back,i'll try my level best to post regularly... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2998303366068578774?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2998303366068578774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2998303366068578774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2998303366068578774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2998303366068578774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-gap.html' title='one month-the gap'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYJYNnAqrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xbC0-0NUxKQ/s72-c/ATcAAABRnICA09Glve5LnrJgLdHJpsyRd_Y7Zi7Q8SR090H4q_lbnmR4nlCs3AAAUuvgqjA9EUdp-d7YdEN_vGi7OUQwAJtU9VCoHNmKziXKoI33_434ikUWzE80Fg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-653833472701375689</id><published>2009-07-09T19:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:10:18.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>welcome boo boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYBQuKIQHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ToqrPumKczo/s1600-h/DSC08657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYBQuKIQHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ToqrPumKczo/s320/DSC08657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356470193583833202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!finally my longing for a puppy is over.i was gifted a cute male puppy by my mama.and i named him boo boo(i know sounds weird but i loved it though).to start about boo boo,i never imagined lhasapoo breed would be so hyper and naughty.earlier when i'd seen the same breed puppy which my friend had was very dull yet a cute one.and boo boo is completely opposite.he loves my slippers and door mats and licking my foot all the time.it made me feel sick before but i'm getting used to it after all its my own boo boo.and yes!hez no less than a baby,and he loves attentions and hates people who irritates him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-653833472701375689?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/653833472701375689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=653833472701375689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/653833472701375689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/653833472701375689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-boo-boo.html' title='welcome boo boo!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SlYBQuKIQHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ToqrPumKczo/s72-c/DSC08657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4362928596804406508</id><published>2009-06-10T22:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:09:03.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>i'd been away from my blog and computer for a quite long time now and would be continuing for another 1 week.a very special occasion which i was longing for is finally happening.my di's marriage is fixed all of a sudden and the engagement is on 17th of june,yes!the next week and the time is very less.so me all excited about it and being busy with the shopping part and the arrangements.my day is becoming very tiring with all this stuff and with my college reopening.i can bunk my college but,don't wanna screw up my attendance at the beginning of year unlike the last years where I've been tortured like crazy.so have no other option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:my second year results has come today and i'm so glad that i cleared all the subjects and managed to get 72% despite having a thought of flunking :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4362928596804406508?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4362928596804406508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4362928596804406508' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4362928596804406508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4362928596804406508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4903518910458826192</id><published>2009-06-06T00:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:10:39.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>his first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SilzfQzvTTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RC5uR0esQt0/s1600-h/ATYAAAAbzvszYt-NEsuI9DUeqGGWaM0p-kQ7APRAGeI7D0hL6R6MCXU_HpvrcW2ZH1wzQ5_AxExgZaH49XzOfcmxxqs8AJtU9VCH_M0phn75P7s4Yhx5ZToVgWReeA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SilzfQzvTTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RC5uR0esQt0/s320/ATYAAAAbzvszYt-NEsuI9DUeqGGWaM0p-kQ7APRAGeI7D0hL6R6MCXU_HpvrcW2ZH1wzQ5_AxExgZaH49XzOfcmxxqs8AJtU9VCH_M0phn75P7s4Yhx5ZToVgWReeA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343929413776919858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a saying that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"the guy who flirts a lot with the girls are the one who falls in love seriously".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a guy like that.he was hot,insane and a very big flirt.he used to flirt around with almost every single girl(mind you!an healthy flirting).the duration wouldn't last long..just say for a week and then after a week,he changes the girl.all his friends thought that he would never stick to one particular girl and that he would never get any,until a cute girl entered his life.a sweet girl for an insane guy,they had nothing in common but yet they became friends.she din't know what kinda music he listen to but she sang along with him.she gave him all the time he needed a girl to spend with him.he shared all his happiness and sorrows with her which he never shared with anyone.they grew closer and closer day by day and he never knew when that girl stepped into his heart.until then she was more than a friend,then realized that he was in love with her.he left all his past girlfriends when that girl entered in his life.all his time was hers and her's his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she became his world,his life,his every breath that he takes in.he knew it that she the one made for him.he was crazy about her.all his friends were shocked to see him getting involved so much with only one girl.he sits with his friends like before but spends all the time either by messaging her by talking to her ignoring the whole world.they saw the change in him and were quite happy to see him fallen in love finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first love is always pure and innocent and unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:just wanted to write about him and his first love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4903518910458826192?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4903518910458826192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4903518910458826192' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4903518910458826192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4903518910458826192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-first-love.html' title='his first love'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SilzfQzvTTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RC5uR0esQt0/s72-c/ATYAAAAbzvszYt-NEsuI9DUeqGGWaM0p-kQ7APRAGeI7D0hL6R6MCXU_HpvrcW2ZH1wzQ5_AxExgZaH49XzOfcmxxqs8AJtU9VCH_M0phn75P7s4Yhx5ZToVgWReeA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6033398691739337548</id><published>2009-06-05T00:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:52:54.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wanted to clear</title><content type='html'>there was a slight misconception in my previous post.i wrote about a girl who was asked to get married according to her parents choice.and people have it as it was me.common guys i'm still 20 years old and have loads of time for marriage,i don't even have the taught of my marriage.i just referred the girl like it was me...not me in real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6033398691739337548?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6033398691739337548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6033398691739337548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6033398691739337548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6033398691739337548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanted-to-clear.html' title='wanted to clear'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3734151852249231576</id><published>2009-06-04T16:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:41:55.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sie4INe1MGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/THZvByCVsKs/s1600-h/2379250918_f4d1a55b82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sie4INe1MGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/THZvByCVsKs/s320/2379250918_f4d1a55b82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343441934095822946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asked to come home early from my office.i finished my work and started heading home.there was a lot of noise at home,everyone busy with the cleaning and arranging things in a proper way.i understood that there was someone important coming home.i went up to my mother and asked her&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"who is coming ma?"&lt;/span&gt;.she kept silent for a while and asked me to find out from my dad.having no idea about it,i went and asked my dad"dad, at least will u tell me who is coming?".there was a pause and he opened his locked lips and said "a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guy is coming to see you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked as i haven't got any clue about it and bout the guy(not even his name).my parents knew it that i wasn't ready for marriage now.i told them that i needed time to be mentally prepared.but they aren't ready to listen to me anymore.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Dad,i think i told you what happen to me in the past and i want some time to get out of it"."and i promise you that i'll marry someone of your choice but not now".&lt;/span&gt;he puts his hands on my shoulder and said&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"the guy who is coming is very nice,just talk to him".&lt;/span&gt;as i was bout to say something else,he stopped me and raised his voice&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"enough sneha! I've heard enough from you,you did what you want.listen to me now,go get ready".&lt;/span&gt;i helplessly went to my room and my mother came inside my room and got me ready,avoiding direct eye contact.he had no words to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy has come,my mom took me out and made me sit opposite to everyone.one women checking my every move and her eyes scanning me from head to toe.i feel disgusted as if i'm doll and they have come to purchase it.they made me talk to the guy separately.i spoke how exactly my parents asked me to speak.i was helpless yet angry for treating me like a small girl. I've  grown up,i earn enough to take care of myself,i just don't need any guy to support me.but,it doesn't work here,i've got to listen as my parents say.i want to see them happy but all i do at the end of the day is to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"regret being born as a girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sie4M5KRgBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gsILsbtcaUQ/s1600-h/Muslim+Bride+Sexy+Eyes+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sie4M5KRgBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gsILsbtcaUQ/s320/Muslim+Bride+Sexy+Eyes+Pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343442014540234770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3734151852249231576?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3734151852249231576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3734151852249231576' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3734151852249231576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3734151852249231576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/regret.html' title='the regret'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sie4INe1MGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/THZvByCVsKs/s72-c/2379250918_f4d1a55b82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3414962336100078971</id><published>2009-06-03T16:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:46:51.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>her prince-not anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiZbikVrCXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XJn19NFVm4c/s1600-h/ATcAAABX3X1CbU6MHGwnd6i8RFJUaf_hRrcmIzFTDjRFeTfsCN-HNzVWAWqIXAiK-x03QETKW8SpjU6zz-fj9ULozbxUAJtU9VBpNyG3Y3fw69JzZae-zd7CatHXag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiZbikVrCXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XJn19NFVm4c/s320/ATcAAABX3X1CbU6MHGwnd6i8RFJUaf_hRrcmIzFTDjRFeTfsCN-HNzVWAWqIXAiK-x03QETKW8SpjU6zz-fj9ULozbxUAJtU9VBpNyG3Y3fw69JzZae-zd7CatHXag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343058657349929330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was her prince,&lt;br /&gt;who swept her off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;made her fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;said she was the one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knew how to make her smile,&lt;br /&gt;her smile was his strength.&lt;br /&gt;strength that he can win her,&lt;br /&gt;her only dream was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wiped her tears,&lt;br /&gt;the tears which he couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;now makes her cry for him,&lt;br /&gt;her cry has become his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept hurting her but,&lt;br /&gt;never left her be her own,&lt;br /&gt;thinks has every right on her,&lt;br /&gt;when he himself ended the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wiped her tears,&lt;br /&gt;made up her mind,&lt;br /&gt;mind that was stronger&lt;br /&gt;and got rid off him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3414962336100078971?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3414962336100078971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3414962336100078971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3414962336100078971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3414962336100078971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/her-prince-not-anymore.html' title='her prince-not anymore!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiZbikVrCXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XJn19NFVm4c/s72-c/ATcAAABX3X1CbU6MHGwnd6i8RFJUaf_hRrcmIzFTDjRFeTfsCN-HNzVWAWqIXAiK-x03QETKW8SpjU6zz-fj9ULozbxUAJtU9VBpNyG3Y3fw69JzZae-zd7CatHXag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7195089340655584994</id><published>2009-06-01T15:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:03:10.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiOuKs6Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/TcwPFOvU1t4/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiOuKs6Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/TcwPFOvU1t4/s320/girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342305081868840818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after all those lousy holidays,spent an happy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend teju came back from Scotland for her vacations.she is here for 3 months wanting not to miss my birthday at least this year(the last spend i spent my b'day with her was in my 10th grade).we spent time talking all girlie stuff(as always)and spoke how mad we've missed each other at bad times.apart from talking,we managed to play uno(last time i played was at school),stupid girl!made up her own rules which she was comfortable with taking advantage of the fact that i forgot how to play it.and the result was i kept loosing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently I've taken up reading novel again after a long hiatus. I'd been reading "i did a bad thing" by Linda green all the while.finished with the book last night and i got carried away and was immensely touched with the story.i could see myself sometimes when an same kinda thing happened to me and in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all had an happy week!&lt;br /&gt;c ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7195089340655584994?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7195089340655584994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7195089340655584994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7195089340655584994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7195089340655584994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-week.html' title='happy week!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiOuKs6Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/TcwPFOvU1t4/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6926785059086993917</id><published>2009-05-30T21:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:46:35.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i'm a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiFby3OjS9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/agID5gOemdc/s1600-h/ATcAAADKHekuuKQEM-TRcFF2a5pk0TCOwqRdmbcW-x_kb69PQrwjAcQvj9cOtkMOkG2NHcMV_POT7XpxOZYO4FiBJnO4AJtU9VClmDJ-dDYUEVZw3tjGoJ93sS-sHw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiFby3OjS9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/agID5gOemdc/s320/ATcAAADKHekuuKQEM-TRcFF2a5pk0TCOwqRdmbcW-x_kb69PQrwjAcQvj9cOtkMOkG2NHcMV_POT7XpxOZYO4FiBJnO4AJtU9VClmDJ-dDYUEVZw3tjGoJ93sS-sHw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341651562414689234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:why did you hung up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:cause you asked me to..dint you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:so what??will you do whatever i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:I'm a girl,and i have every right to change my mind.you should have used your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:*scratching head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6926785059086993917?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6926785059086993917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6926785059086993917' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6926785059086993917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6926785059086993917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-girl.html' title='i&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SiFby3OjS9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/agID5gOemdc/s72-c/ATcAAADKHekuuKQEM-TRcFF2a5pk0TCOwqRdmbcW-x_kb69PQrwjAcQvj9cOtkMOkG2NHcMV_POT7XpxOZYO4FiBJnO4AJtU9VClmDJ-dDYUEVZw3tjGoJ93sS-sHw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7153813006314806677</id><published>2009-05-27T23:59:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:28:49.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>forever love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;whats wrong sweety?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her concerned parents asked....(she looked upset and hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she answered back savagely...her parents did not want to force her,she is a big girl now...but couldn't see her daughter in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got up when her parents were coming nearer to console her...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"leave me alone!!i don't need your help"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she said and ran across the room..wanting to hide herself from the world...she goes out from her house and finds solace in the corner most stone beside the lake.she sits on it,dips her foot into the water and starts playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2XGv3SqgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x-fGWpNBxmo/s1600-h/ATcAAABf5QCdHulv0lwOdI3RSmuqKRdJ4AkdxkaP1GevQInhyNqChIDZajeoUTzNPENPgh-9jsmOz1ENMhEfivSovvjwAJtU9VDpUmk_z-O5oH8mZjR7a3_M0lUkmA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2XGv3SqgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x-fGWpNBxmo/s320/ATcAAABf5QCdHulv0lwOdI3RSmuqKRdJ4AkdxkaP1GevQInhyNqChIDZajeoUTzNPENPgh-9jsmOz1ENMhEfivSovvjwAJtU9VDpUmk_z-O5oH8mZjR7a3_M0lUkmA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340590875314661890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play dint last long...she remembered it again and tears ran down slowly.unable to digest the fact that she had been rejected...she had been deceived...she had been dumped...knowing clearly that he doesn't love her anymore...but she still wants him!&lt;br /&gt;she still loves him!she is still ready to give up the whole world for him...!&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;soon her welled eyes caught on a small little girl playing on her own.running innocently wherever her ball took her.she got immensely lost in that little girl's world..she slowly started forgetting the actual reason for her sadness and was smiling while watching at the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2X7Rui5xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2v6OaMc1Bo4/s1600-h/30327093-ChildrenOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2X7Rui5xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2v6OaMc1Bo4/s320/30327093-ChildrenOutside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340591777757980434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was happy to watch that kids every move...and suddenly she notices that the girl had fallen down.as she was going to pick up the kid,she sees the girl's parents rushing towards her as if it was competition going on...they pick her up and hugged that lil girl tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently,all these things made her remember her childhood.she has a glimpse of those sweet memories.how her parents used to cry when she fell down from a bicycle...how they laughed when she was happy...how they were nervous when she was writing the exams...and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2YH1R70yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mqiWCuFBZ8M/s1600-h/td12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2YH1R70yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mqiWCuFBZ8M/s320/td12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340591993460085538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing what mistake she had done,she felt guilty being rude when they asked her dearly trying to help her out...she says to herself&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm crying for someone who doesn't even care about me and I'm not caring someone who loves me to the core"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she soon rushes back to her house and apologize to her parents for being rude.parents having a great heart forgives her and hugs her tightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:this kind of situation comes in everyone's life.sometimes with so many tensions in personal life,we unknowingly ignore our parent's affection and love.it happened with me also(perhaps not the dumping part).i just feel like its parents who will love us right from the beginning of our birth till the end.they come first for me!the one who comes in between is also important but not as important as parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2YYH-OFrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Vg0_SXVVE_0/s1600-h/parent-play1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2YYH-OFrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Vg0_SXVVE_0/s320/parent-play1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340592273355577010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7153813006314806677?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7153813006314806677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7153813006314806677' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7153813006314806677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7153813006314806677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever-love.html' title='forever love'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sh2XGv3SqgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x-fGWpNBxmo/s72-c/ATcAAABf5QCdHulv0lwOdI3RSmuqKRdJ4AkdxkaP1GevQInhyNqChIDZajeoUTzNPENPgh-9jsmOz1ENMhEfivSovvjwAJtU9VDpUmk_z-O5oH8mZjR7a3_M0lUkmA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8681251869712823053</id><published>2009-05-27T13:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:21:06.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shzvk6w-W4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/RyvilMqfeWA/s1600-h/dc-winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shzvk6w-W4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/RyvilMqfeWA/s320/dc-winner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406675683564418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy!!i know too late to post this post but couldn't come online.&lt;br /&gt;DECCAN CHARGERS are the champions of the IPL2...the 8th one in the last year came to the 1st.*sounds so great*&lt;br /&gt;this shows their optimism and true commitment for the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS....!!*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:the prayers and the fingers crossed hadn't gone in vain...&lt;br /&gt;i was so tensed that i wouldn't have been so much for my results...i just wanted DECCAN CHARGERS name craved for 2009 below the rajasthan royal on the trophy..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8681251869712823053?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8681251869712823053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8681251869712823053' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8681251869712823053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8681251869712823053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dc.html' title='DC!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shzvk6w-W4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/RyvilMqfeWA/s72-c/dc-winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1983466205568538692</id><published>2009-05-22T23:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:01:57.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DC makes it to finals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shbu60PLdTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mxd4yvgt59Q/s1600-h/b-Deccan-Chargers-team-483bb52b769f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shbu60PLdTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mxd4yvgt59Q/s320/b-Deccan-Chargers-team-483bb52b769f.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338717102516434226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC is on a row...it makes it to the finals&lt;br /&gt;it blew off the top team DELHI in just 17 overs.&lt;br /&gt;DC has surely had an great impact this season.they were at the bottom most in the table last year.so were the royal challengers..they had a great comeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was gilly who stole the show today with his amazing hits which scored 85 runs from just 35 balls.&lt;br /&gt;there is also a big match coming tomorrow..its between csk and rc!lets see whoz gonna be the 2nd finalist...*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:CONGRATS DC!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1983466205568538692?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1983466205568538692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1983466205568538692' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1983466205568538692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1983466205568538692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dc-makes-it-to-finals.html' title='DC makes it to finals!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Shbu60PLdTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mxd4yvgt59Q/s72-c/b-Deccan-Chargers-team-483bb52b769f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4173881191819317545</id><published>2009-05-21T13:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:51:40.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShUcP7S_j9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/m6iRsdgrN1A/s1600-h/ATcAAAAVy_jxCzCnQcYAuHBU930u65ziRjn9lVxIGENO1InC5936ZLtTJNhkRhBBFYWD9jPJg8OnLEwEKQODS58laPZqAJtU9VDDgQF1U3ZzWMDekI3AAW7h7y7wtg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShUcP7S_j9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/m6iRsdgrN1A/s320/ATcAAAAVy_jxCzCnQcYAuHBU930u65ziRjn9lVxIGENO1InC5936ZLtTJNhkRhBBFYWD9jPJg8OnLEwEKQODS58laPZqAJtU9VDDgQF1U3ZzWMDekI3AAW7h7y7wtg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338203993258561490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see someone far away&lt;br /&gt;making their way towards me&lt;br /&gt;as he comes close,the vision clears&lt;br /&gt;yes its him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks tuns pink&lt;br /&gt;eyes rolled down outta shy&lt;br /&gt;i have a smile&lt;br /&gt;stretched from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;its the first meet after&lt;br /&gt;knowing our real feelings&lt;br /&gt;what exists for each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unable to look straight into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;when his eyes are locked at me&lt;br /&gt;noticing every move of mine&lt;br /&gt;smiling within himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bends close to my ears &lt;br /&gt;and whispers,"I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;and kisses me on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;and embracing me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shook me off&lt;br /&gt;from my dream&lt;br /&gt;i look around&lt;br /&gt;but can't find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShUdEb42KrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YD9ox1EhSHw/s1600-h/ATcAAAC1PTNj97ky7iGCRTos0W3KHA-dXz9ufCQTEIvVwzRVDtMc-ZeGca9ZSJ8dm_Mjh0cm_D4NvWnKMON-ZGaHWKMaAJtU9VBq3cw_gMo3HKvrKsPKPHSY6Rmzsw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShUdEb42KrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YD9ox1EhSHw/s320/ATcAAAC1PTNj97ky7iGCRTos0W3KHA-dXz9ufCQTEIvVwzRVDtMc-ZeGca9ZSJ8dm_Mjh0cm_D4NvWnKMON-ZGaHWKMaAJtU9VBq3cw_gMo3HKvrKsPKPHSY6Rmzsw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338204895360461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4173881191819317545?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4173881191819317545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4173881191819317545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4173881191819317545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4173881191819317545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-meet.html' title='first meet'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShUcP7S_j9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/m6iRsdgrN1A/s72-c/ATcAAAAVy_jxCzCnQcYAuHBU930u65ziRjn9lVxIGENO1InC5936ZLtTJNhkRhBBFYWD9jPJg8OnLEwEKQODS58laPZqAJtU9VDDgQF1U3ZzWMDekI3AAW7h7y7wtg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1119782251277733736</id><published>2009-05-18T00:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:02:40.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wondering day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShBlKXrDG5I/AAAAAAAAATU/Km8E50dxh0s/s1600-h/ATcAAACCIFn5q2cvJvDA6PK7v58uKrckn2inNR-apXMJrBxHlBPOBaDqxpR-FXztH8eHAzS29vzsefLFAyBhd0reTaSuAJtU9VB8QHwbfn_ZpmOzw31f0P5WM5_dAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShBlKXrDG5I/AAAAAAAAATU/Km8E50dxh0s/s320/ATcAAACCIFn5q2cvJvDA6PK7v58uKrckn2inNR-apXMJrBxHlBPOBaDqxpR-FXztH8eHAzS29vzsefLFAyBhd0reTaSuAJtU9VB8QHwbfn_ZpmOzw31f0P5WM5_dAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336876787261709202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i got to do today was just WONDERING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly my grand ma started telling me off the stories of her children and how their marriages happened...itseems that my grand pa used to just get a guy of his own wish for his daughter and got them married to him in just 15 days...i mean that was something that i wasn't able to digest it.and there were lots more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,was first shocked and then started wondering after seeing my beauty parlor bill....i could have got lots of dresses instead of it...i spent as if it was my wedding day...was it all that worst??any guess how much i spent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly,DC lost against k11punjab...it sucked!rohit again played well today but bloody got out...(sad)and it needed just 4 runs outta 1 ball...dammit that harris fella could have lifted a ball a bit so that it would go for a six...idiot!its a very crucial stage for dc to get into semi-finals now...hope they win the next match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly,I wentto a party in the evening,it was celebration of 1st birthday.and there some stupid host called me a kid and included me with the bacha party...with the tinny little kids...barely my knee length! in what angle do i look like kid to him?think that he badly needs glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a day full of wonders and a bit fun too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1119782251277733736?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1119782251277733736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1119782251277733736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1119782251277733736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1119782251277733736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wondering-day.html' title='wondering day!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ShBlKXrDG5I/AAAAAAAAATU/Km8E50dxh0s/s72-c/ATcAAACCIFn5q2cvJvDA6PK7v58uKrckn2inNR-apXMJrBxHlBPOBaDqxpR-FXztH8eHAzS29vzsefLFAyBhd0reTaSuAJtU9VB8QHwbfn_ZpmOzw31f0P5WM5_dAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7349908836365682970</id><published>2009-05-17T00:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:00:07.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happies..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sg8T8LmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAATE/m6CgmTcZbY4/s1600-h/15-210907rohit-sharma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sg8T8LmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAATE/m6CgmTcZbY4/s320/15-210907rohit-sharma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336506008084278578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so f****** happy today....sorry mind my language!&lt;br /&gt;DC won against kolkatta knight riders..well thats not the exact reason for my happiness.the reason that i'm happy because DC won because of rohit sharma!&lt;br /&gt;my friends know that i'm crazy and madly in love with him...and they always have their own reasons to abuse him just because i like him.*groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the victory of dc is because rohit sharma...i got an opportunity to prove them all wrong...he he(i know i sound like a crazy girl but,can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw the match was terrific...i almost lost all my hopes and then rohit did his magic in the last over...which was spectacular...kudos to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't why i wanted to write this post....its outta my mixed feeling(weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:don't mind this post....i'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;       I LOVE ROHIT SHARMA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sg8UJoViRiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Jx9ZN__NGag/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sg8UJoViRiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Jx9ZN__NGag/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336506239136450082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7349908836365682970?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7349908836365682970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7349908836365682970' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7349908836365682970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7349908836365682970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/happies.html' title='happies..!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sg8T8LmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAATE/m6CgmTcZbY4/s72-c/15-210907rohit-sharma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5862828307762924055</id><published>2009-05-14T12:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:02:18.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love is never a fault!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SgvT6B7qAKI/AAAAAAAAASk/aEOKHJJUSCE/s1600-h/ATcAAAAgJtYgZ-Wde78viwReWa1fJiv8vhmGnXW6o4Rf2sxZE1bnaJJZgvoFEtC4BwxOADlRtSRsXYjN9zgsDwS91HcSAJtU9VCVBc2bqOKLNNkCZ_1sToAvrNvIyw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SgvT6B7qAKI/AAAAAAAAASk/aEOKHJJUSCE/s320/ATcAAAAgJtYgZ-Wde78viwReWa1fJiv8vhmGnXW6o4Rf2sxZE1bnaJJZgvoFEtC4BwxOADlRtSRsXYjN9zgsDwS91HcSAJtU9VCVBc2bqOKLNNkCZ_1sToAvrNvIyw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335591177455009954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of him has been dominating a lot in her mind...she takes out her mobile and checks her inbox...to just see his name on the screen and to see just his message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes pass by....she still staring at the same message...and reading his message again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"wondering what made him not text her again...wondering what made him not call her all these days..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she held her mobile close to her heart and closes her eyes...and tears slowly leaks out,when she compares the way he now writes to the way he used to...she opens her watery eyes and thinks about the promise which she made to herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SgvxiPmdX0I/AAAAAAAAASs/C23HaKFgGvQ/s1600-h/ATYAAADD1b5ITi42tnl_vIfp2aKolnC9uFlNpTA88B6pKvUhW6PtCpnxw1geJQ_xZ0eWzIQ88VJKaiOiEwV9Qi8NoHTFAJtU9VDX86p0ne8uEzd4HOhI3JK7CB10Hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SgvxiPmdX0I/AAAAAAAAASs/C23HaKFgGvQ/s320/ATYAAADD1b5ITi42tnl_vIfp2aKolnC9uFlNpTA88B6pKvUhW6PtCpnxw1geJQ_xZ0eWzIQ88VJKaiOiEwV9Qi8NoHTFAJtU9VDX86p0ne8uEzd4HOhI3JK7CB10Hw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335623754156171074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"a promise that she would never cry for him,a promise that she won't waste her tears for someone who doesn't care about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was helpless....it was a weak moment....it was her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRUE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;...the love which she never felt like that with any other guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was perturbed for thinking about him who doesn't even think about her...she wants to hate him for making her love him like crazy...she wants to forget everything that has happened between them...she wants to kick out the past which haunts her wherever is she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FORGET!.... FORGET!.... FORGET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the only thing which she wanted but she is unable to do it....she pretends as if everything is alright with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her lips lie whenever she says "I'M ALRIGHT" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgvyqd1vl5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xgZCl8uPfXg/s1600-h/ATcAAAD3IFNOwX0BLCaWwA3vFvGL7jRGWZ9OvcZH1rahL104XYiaA-4mwXm7WW2A0OhpThFc8VTkBUJnz7Gt7L67w_EaAJtU9VDypmTsuk7q9VEXrSBb4iNGbHMcVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgvyqd1vl5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/xgZCl8uPfXg/s320/ATcAAAD3IFNOwX0BLCaWwA3vFvGL7jRGWZ9OvcZH1rahL104XYiaA-4mwXm7WW2A0OhpThFc8VTkBUJnz7Gt7L67w_EaAJtU9VDypmTsuk7q9VEXrSBb4iNGbHMcVA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335624994928957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;it is him who taught what love is&lt;br /&gt;it is him who made her feel special&lt;br /&gt;it is him who made her essence it&lt;br /&gt;it is him who made her smile once&lt;br /&gt;it is him who made her fight and then patch up&lt;br /&gt;it is him who made her learn what reality is&lt;br /&gt;it is him whom she loved...truly...deeply...purely...innocently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may not have him in her life now but she will always remember him for making her love him and making her know what LOVE is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgvx3AgLbHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Qb6Np5V0hMQ/s1600-h/ATcAAACXvVI4FU3lKUfUVunMv_pF4StbvjyPYDLLP9G2c_N03paTKhWO9Fsj0zVu8sPVq8oYFQG92Ve2QVgASw5l8dWjAJtU9VABwvliDwJ6wIfh57kkFRF83IBnvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgvx3AgLbHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Qb6Np5V0hMQ/s320/ATcAAACXvVI4FU3lKUfUVunMv_pF4StbvjyPYDLLP9G2c_N03paTKhWO9Fsj0zVu8sPVq8oYFQG92Ve2QVgASw5l8dWjAJtU9VABwvliDwJ6wIfh57kkFRF83IBnvg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335624110880550002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE IS NEVER A FAULT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never regret it!...it is a special feeling felt for only special people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5862828307762924055?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5862828307762924055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5862828307762924055' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5862828307762924055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5862828307762924055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-never-fault.html' title='love is never a fault!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SgvT6B7qAKI/AAAAAAAAASk/aEOKHJJUSCE/s72-c/ATcAAAAgJtYgZ-Wde78viwReWa1fJiv8vhmGnXW6o4Rf2sxZE1bnaJJZgvoFEtC4BwxOADlRtSRsXYjN9zgsDwS91HcSAJtU9VCVBc2bqOKLNNkCZ_1sToAvrNvIyw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-806341070874021529</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:34:57.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>he'll pass in the test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgk7U4KcpXI/AAAAAAAAASc/y01gB42x5uo/s1600-h/bubble-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgk7U4KcpXI/AAAAAAAAASc/y01gB42x5uo/s320/bubble-kid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334860463456691570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never he used to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i see him lying down,&lt;br /&gt;on the hospital bed now,&lt;br /&gt;helplessly sleeping on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never he used to be quite,&lt;br /&gt;i see him being calm,&lt;br /&gt;lost in his world,&lt;br /&gt;in the world of school and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time the doctor comes,&lt;br /&gt;the funk on his face clearly shows,&lt;br /&gt;dreading from the injections,&lt;br /&gt;which causes him distressful pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asking me sweetly for chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;like any other kids of his age,&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't allowed to give him anything,&lt;br /&gt;except the bitter medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god,what is his mistake?&lt;br /&gt;why does he have to suffer like this?&lt;br /&gt;why does he have to take all this pains?&lt;br /&gt;when we being big can't bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleeds when,&lt;br /&gt;i see him crying,&lt;br /&gt;i see him wondering whats wrong with him,&lt;br /&gt;i see him thinking that its a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks its a punishment,&lt;br /&gt;that we've given to him,&lt;br /&gt;for not doing his homework,&lt;br /&gt;how innocent that his thoughts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts even more,&lt;br /&gt;pretending that everything is fine,&lt;br /&gt;when knowing everything,&lt;br /&gt;just to make him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god,he is just 5years old,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't he deserve to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't he deserve to be naughty?&lt;br /&gt;seems like its a test for him,&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE WILL PASS IN IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 5years old nephew(DINKU) is suffering from blood cancer and he is admitted in the hospital for treatment.he doesn't know anything,just thinks that its a punishment for not eating properly and for not doing his homework.its not easy to see a kid of 5years old lying on a bed for a month.its not easy to see a kid taking those strong doze of medicines which makes him even more weaker.&lt;br /&gt;it will take another 2 years for him to get cure.....&lt;br /&gt;but what is this kids mistake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-806341070874021529?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/806341070874021529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=806341070874021529' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/806341070874021529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/806341070874021529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-pass-in-test.html' title='he&apos;ll pass in the test'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgk7U4KcpXI/AAAAAAAAASc/y01gB42x5uo/s72-c/bubble-kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4812953371564493186</id><published>2009-05-11T15:49:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:22:25.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>interiors of andhra</title><content type='html'>I'd finally visited all those places which i wanted to since my childhood.i never got an opportunity to explore the greenery of Andhra as i always kept traveling to other places and not to my very own state.so,here i come up with few pictures that i clicked of the beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-MFm_IpI/AAAAAAAAARE/HhJwPX8PWak/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-MFm_IpI/AAAAAAAAARE/HhJwPX8PWak/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334511767261225618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this view from my balcony of my hotel at annavaram...its a religious place&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-hwyfZHI/AAAAAAAAARM/yXKykOJZc3Y/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-hwyfZHI/AAAAAAAAARM/yXKykOJZc3Y/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334512139629454450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-1JtikXI/AAAAAAAAARU/2T3zUQ-nz-s/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-1JtikXI/AAAAAAAAARU/2T3zUQ-nz-s/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334512472737091954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_YuxvX-I/AAAAAAAAARc/khYsGrNQ15c/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_YuxvX-I/AAAAAAAAARc/khYsGrNQ15c/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334513083982241762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to take these pics when i was on my way to another temple.these places reminded me of kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_rM8-4CI/AAAAAAAAARk/QxCNJUdUgu0/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_rM8-4CI/AAAAAAAAARk/QxCNJUdUgu0/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334513401320103970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were at godavari....i was heading to papikondalu...very famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_3MhXfKI/AAAAAAAAARs/LhO81hxLK3g/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf_3MhXfKI/AAAAAAAAARs/LhO81hxLK3g/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334513607362706594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAHl0tn2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-49e1XH4Ncc/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAHl0tn2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-49e1XH4Ncc/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334513889032642402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAX7jQwfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X8avvTdMDh4/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAX7jQwfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X8avvTdMDh4/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514169742934514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAlrz0VcI/AAAAAAAAASE/7jr3KqzAT-g/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggAlrz0VcI/AAAAAAAAASE/7jr3KqzAT-g/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514406035576258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggA_2OMs6I/AAAAAAAAASM/Dkbay5QZVMM/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggA_2OMs6I/AAAAAAAAASM/Dkbay5QZVMM/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514855507178402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggBRrFh4NI/AAAAAAAAASU/pCLr9YKW7ho/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SggBRrFh4NI/AAAAAAAAASU/pCLr9YKW7ho/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334515161755672786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:the only thing is regret is that i got tanned as if i was in Goa...really dint expect this to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4812953371564493186?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4812953371564493186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4812953371564493186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4812953371564493186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4812953371564493186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/05/interiors-of-andhra.html' title='interiors of andhra'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sgf-MFm_IpI/AAAAAAAAARE/HhJwPX8PWak/s72-c/DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8687671488756071832</id><published>2009-04-29T01:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:18:27.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>anybody there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SfdrY1YVy4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9_kROtDbwOs/s1600-h/ATgAAADJ3nXIEwDSb_-4jrgPmlf0hOXFXqVJMikyDxnjOeDLOkSMsmZpDXJk6l8_lTU2EIZBJcWOwZqvRFFu-ZD9coCAAJtU9VB6dqCDhM4SATfZ3srI4hCHtR3aaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SfdrY1YVy4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9_kROtDbwOs/s320/ATgAAADJ3nXIEwDSb_-4jrgPmlf0hOXFXqVJMikyDxnjOeDLOkSMsmZpDXJk6l8_lTU2EIZBJcWOwZqvRFFu-ZD9coCAAJtU9VB6dqCDhM4SATfZ3srI4hCHtR3aaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846758406474626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in this world,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find out,&lt;br /&gt;the reasons why,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wake up in tear drops,&lt;br /&gt;now there's no tears left to shed,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to cry like before,&lt;br /&gt;but my tears isn't on my side anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the world moving on,&lt;br /&gt;everyone busy with their life,&lt;br /&gt;i stand up,numb knowing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;why am i left alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see people laughing,&lt;br /&gt;why am i not smiling?&lt;br /&gt;looks like i forgot,&lt;br /&gt;what laughter is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody there to take my hand?&lt;br /&gt;anybody who can get me out of this?&lt;br /&gt;anybody who can make me laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;anybody there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SfdrL5zOrdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D9U-g5TJ3rk/s1600-h/ATYAAAAogKkefo7n2mKw-ws4RaQb_zTDPqcCpTFXwS9ULkeoyjV_IhkQIjSAYCZ_m7lESSTmfk-eOCMoxhWTvipz4S_oAJtU9VDgnpfJxdmCFxHWWB4EFyYX9l82tg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SfdrL5zOrdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D9U-g5TJ3rk/s320/ATYAAAAogKkefo7n2mKw-ws4RaQb_zTDPqcCpTFXwS9ULkeoyjV_IhkQIjSAYCZ_m7lESSTmfk-eOCMoxhWTvipz4S_oAJtU9VDgnpfJxdmCFxHWWB4EFyYX9l82tg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846536254696914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8687671488756071832?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8687671488756071832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8687671488756071832' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8687671488756071832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8687671488756071832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/04/anybody-there.html' title='anybody there?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SfdrY1YVy4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9_kROtDbwOs/s72-c/ATgAAADJ3nXIEwDSb_-4jrgPmlf0hOXFXqVJMikyDxnjOeDLOkSMsmZpDXJk6l8_lTU2EIZBJcWOwZqvRFFu-ZD9coCAAJtU9VB6dqCDhM4SATfZ3srI4hCHtR3aaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-226688202145976898</id><published>2009-04-21T01:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:31:26.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>no end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2ZX8BK4oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nIJWbChr7yE/s1600-h/ATcAAAAE6J4oAY7cchO9wRFYAjAXrGgIzwUeH88mw-UbS1VeJzfXgSD02J7jbi6DhOuPS6DfNoutBfkClo9IFjr5q52eAJtU9VDUSR_-FcMOzgUcNqerGiC9YbYljg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2ZX8BK4oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nIJWbChr7yE/s320/ATcAAAAE6J4oAY7cchO9wRFYAjAXrGgIzwUeH88mw-UbS1VeJzfXgSD02J7jbi6DhOuPS6DfNoutBfkClo9IFjr5q52eAJtU9VDUSR_-FcMOzgUcNqerGiC9YbYljg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327082570776240770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:hey H!why are you so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:i don't know,probably its might be because she spoke to him after a longtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:aah!not again please!anyway who called first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:its him,not her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:hmm....what are you gonna do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:i don't know,why do you think he called her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:how does it even matter to her?remember!she is not even supposed to feel about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:it does matters B!!how can she ever forget it so easily?it may be easy for you but not for her.it hurts to see her love going with another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2Y7BDtblI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GcjChxPH6fw/s1600-h/ATcAAACQlkNRHYyH30yuBLL5BNHgGsTsH3JUgCkQF7zqLKyb16fzwXnqhxc47JkzqfoxS_mJ1v8XofRDrbEbADkSjerCAJtU9VAnVR_jnLRMSHgmQpSx_pF_LHxuOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2Y7BDtblI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GcjChxPH6fw/s320/ATcAAACQlkNRHYyH30yuBLL5BNHgGsTsH3JUgCkQF7zqLKyb16fzwXnqhxc47JkzqfoxS_mJ1v8XofRDrbEbADkSjerCAJtU9VAnVR_jnLRMSHgmQpSx_pF_LHxuOQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327082073912864338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:see that's what I'm trying to say....its better to forget about the past and move on...don't hurt yourself ceaselessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:do you think I'm happy to get hurt every time?i don't know what happens to me when i hear his voice.i forget about the whole world.he ease my pains and his voice makes her smile every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:will all these things last forever? NO!right? this has to stop one day and she has to live her life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:i know it wont last forever but what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IGNORE&lt;/span&gt; him and make her throw him outta her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:that is one such thing that I'm unable to do...though they aren't together  anymore,they can't do without each other.whenever she stop talking to him,he ends up calling her after few days,i don't know why it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2YR1MRu5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/usnQjiz8Xm0/s1600-h/ATgAAAAi-8G2rWELAB0fpD_fbinfNimLgEyp6RhfKr8bSgFzl9fbxWIY5YCte81X7tk5h_bdHimDAz7nbLACcCLDQ7IwAJtU9VBv9zkVBCGYuo1pfDOdKiCepVMQwg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2YR1MRu5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/usnQjiz8Xm0/s320/ATgAAAAi-8G2rWELAB0fpD_fbinfNimLgEyp6RhfKr8bSgFzl9fbxWIY5YCte81X7tk5h_bdHimDAz7nbLACcCLDQ7IwAJtU9VBv9zkVBCGYuo1pfDOdKiCepVMQwg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327081366352935826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:you have to get over it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:its not that easy buddy,just imagine yourself in my place and now think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:i don't wanna be in your place..I'm happy being practical in life without any emotional attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:see!that's the difference between you and me.you don't care about emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:well!that isn't the purpose i exist for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:but i exist for that...&lt;br /&gt;  no wonder how practical you become and make her to throw him outta her life but he belongs to the me because its all about LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:ummm.....well so why does he call her when he has someone else.why does he tries to talk to her when he doesn't love her anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:that is what i'm contemplating about.i don't understand what makes him call her back when he himself fights with her.i don't find him the same one whom i knew but somewhere i have this soft corner for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2WwaRf1OI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2v-6Id58NyI/s1600-h/ATcAAABIE66_SLDDVjEfkBoepFz9S0BaxIGqzG5A7fqm00tgNWmDIU47QrYWpK_ekpQNolUhj4CExQ8WaeYlJhansKOiAJtU9VBEvNSlV8gGBkYWmxmgaMOGS4yEdA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2WwaRf1OI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2v-6Id58NyI/s320/ATcAAABIE66_SLDDVjEfkBoepFz9S0BaxIGqzG5A7fqm00tgNWmDIU47QrYWpK_ekpQNolUhj4CExQ8WaeYlJhansKOiAJtU9VBEvNSlV8gGBkYWmxmgaMOGS4yEdA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327079692679763170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:oh dear!the answer is so damn clear.he talks to her when he gets bored,when his girl isn't speaking to him.at that moment he needs someone to give him company and she always have time for him.he knows that she can do anything for him,that is the reason why he calls her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:PLEASE!don't say all these things,it hurts her even more.i can't take it when you say all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: its a FACT dear!its up to you whether you wanna believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:i just hope that she is fine and don't wanna see her getting hurt because it effects me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:why isn't there any end to it??I'm bleeding with the pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2WHyOy4tI/AAAAAAAAAPw/goDHanZxnT8/s1600-h/ATcAAABWxMvnwinz4xzxh-ydu5k_bE8wOsIjVT5QgR6wWNq_6BTnXUfACHLQODdYQ2-qw54KYezGEOk3W2xU9KtGthvmAJtU9VA7Cfjh9jiBZIEJDc8hguS18MZK1Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2WHyOy4tI/AAAAAAAAAPw/goDHanZxnT8/s320/ATcAAABWxMvnwinz4xzxh-ydu5k_bE8wOsIjVT5QgR6wWNq_6BTnXUfACHLQODdYQ2-qw54KYezGEOk3W2xU9KtGthvmAJtU9VA7Cfjh9jiBZIEJDc8hguS18MZK1Q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327078994736243410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is HEART and B is BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;this is a conversation between both heart and brain when the heart was in a chaotic stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-226688202145976898?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/226688202145976898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=226688202145976898' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/226688202145976898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/226688202145976898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-end.html' title='no end?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Se2ZX8BK4oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nIJWbChr7yE/s72-c/ATcAAAAE6J4oAY7cchO9wRFYAjAXrGgIzwUeH88mw-UbS1VeJzfXgSD02J7jbi6DhOuPS6DfNoutBfkClo9IFjr5q52eAJtU9VDUSR_-FcMOzgUcNqerGiC9YbYljg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5241235677400083443</id><published>2009-04-14T01:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:20:07.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>things which i had in mind</title><content type='html'>post exams now i find myself completely jobless and sluggish.and i wonder where have those plans vanished which i once forethought during my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were the things that i planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;:i want to learn guitar very badly,i don't know from when i got this feeling and my dad was shocked when i told him about me learning guitar because he once forced me to take up some music instruments when i was young and at that time i wasn't interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOlCWJ0HxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-euuwCbUgPU/s1600-h/ATcAAAA7AlOEAunlMgdNnkNIKyOA_uvQT3Y3GS9-I8BgbWizDpXZp3FdUnxiltbSD2sozAxmUe_0EbQtGX0_ef1A8KvsAJtU9VDCHDR0cU2ujbW2A2Ymp_SgCNMweg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOlCWJ0HxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-euuwCbUgPU/s320/ATcAAAA7AlOEAunlMgdNnkNIKyOA_uvQT3Y3GS9-I8BgbWizDpXZp3FdUnxiltbSD2sozAxmUe_0EbQtGX0_ef1A8KvsAJtU9VDCHDR0cU2ujbW2A2Ymp_SgCNMweg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324280644207124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;salsa&lt;/span&gt;:god!!i have this thing in my head for a very long time now...like say for almost 3 years but sad :( never happened to learn till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOjIWF5ONI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BWQezXfm7Ac/s1600-h/salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOjIWF5ONI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BWQezXfm7Ac/s320/salsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278548246640850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt;:for at least once in my life,i want to go to college without my driver.im so much desperate to learn driving and my uncle promised me to get me someone who would teach me but he is busy with his own work.damn!but i wont give up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOj-yZk0HI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fJ-09o4zG_w/s1600-h/driving.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/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOj-yZk0HI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fJ-09o4zG_w/s320/driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279483558318194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt;:aah!if not this summer i can do this course at the end of my final year.my dad wants me to prepare for CAT and stay here itself.but no!i just wanna get out from here and live my life on my own for at least 1 year.luckily!my dad had agreed to send me abroad...but only to U.K where my bro stays...*groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOjnAdbe9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xsNhlIqjtmo/s1600-h/Woman-Studies-Degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOjnAdbe9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xsNhlIqjtmo/s320/Woman-Studies-Degree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279075015719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fashion/interior designing&lt;/span&gt;:i know i know that doing fashion designing isn't a easy task.you have to be so much dedicated and spend most of the time on it.but it was my childhood dream to become an interior or fashion designer and I'm more likely a creative person so would wish to have two professions side by side.lol*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOkd6g0uUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wzkFqtTXaxo/s1600-h/fashion+drawing+sketch+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOkd6g0uUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wzkFqtTXaxo/s320/fashion+drawing+sketch+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324280018312149314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides all these things,i wanted to hang out with my friends and catch new films,go on vacations in just  one and half months and plus the most important one(not for me)is that i got 33 bloody assignments to complete given by my stupid principal.dunno when I'm gonna do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:I'm a very bad planner...as nothing is going according to the way i planned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5241235677400083443?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5241235677400083443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5241235677400083443' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5241235677400083443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5241235677400083443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-which-i-had-in-mind.html' title='things which i had in mind'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOlCWJ0HxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-euuwCbUgPU/s72-c/ATcAAAA7AlOEAunlMgdNnkNIKyOA_uvQT3Y3GS9-I8BgbWizDpXZp3FdUnxiltbSD2sozAxmUe_0EbQtGX0_ef1A8KvsAJtU9VDCHDR0cU2ujbW2A2Ymp_SgCNMweg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1646691361656370515</id><published>2009-04-14T01:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:16:46.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NINE WORDS WOMEN USE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOWZDePnoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mpPiZ3TrDy0/s1600-h/ATgAAADLP_OKU6U_mFxwxX9Su2mslkA-dBxXRBHdxJsSUr1-Sex2FxVh8jYsQZ2F-VwB1k4pQ0rm3iJlniFsq-2F5FXMAJtU9VAOynUhAvI4DdhahFB8o2cgm6lCag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOWZDePnoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mpPiZ3TrDy0/s320/ATgAAADLP_OKU6U_mFxwxX9Su2mslkA-dBxXRBHdxJsSUr1-Sex2FxVh8jYsQZ2F-VwB1k4pQ0rm3iJlniFsq-2F5FXMAJtU9VAOynUhAvI4DdhahFB8o2cgm6lCag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324264541655113346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this mail which mentions nine simple words which are used by women...and i somehow agree that the intentions are true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Fine&lt;/span&gt;: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt;: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;:This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;:This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;:This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That's Okay&lt;/span&gt;:This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;:A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;:Is a woman's way of saying F--YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;:Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you have to say girls??do you agree with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1646691361656370515?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1646691361656370515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1646691361656370515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1646691361656370515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1646691361656370515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/04/nine-words-women-use.html' title='NINE WORDS WOMEN USE'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SeOWZDePnoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mpPiZ3TrDy0/s72-c/ATgAAADLP_OKU6U_mFxwxX9Su2mslkA-dBxXRBHdxJsSUr1-Sex2FxVh8jYsQZ2F-VwB1k4pQ0rm3iJlniFsq-2F5FXMAJtU9VAOynUhAvI4DdhahFB8o2cgm6lCag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2461378151307800187</id><published>2009-04-10T01:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:49:15.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5jr-LMPxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tWq93X2yvwY/s1600-h/ATcAAAAbIRySYBHXhViTWM_PlDA-rmBtM7UT0x8hkQjx-YQrmR0DS1-vHxcG6HEMrvzWvHXBCHMCK_m4Sbp99kQV5NsiAJtU9VCaKa9S5DHPbC-vbCg7M1P0AB-6nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5jr-LMPxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tWq93X2yvwY/s320/ATcAAAAbIRySYBHXhViTWM_PlDA-rmBtM7UT0x8hkQjx-YQrmR0DS1-vHxcG6HEMrvzWvHXBCHMCK_m4Sbp99kQV5NsiAJtU9VCaKa9S5DHPbC-vbCg7M1P0AB-6nw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322801416673967890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freed after writing my exams continuously for 20days.these 20 days has completely drained me of all strength.i used to sleep for only 3 hours because that was the first time that I'd actually opened my brand new books and looked into the chapters name which was like a quiz to me.so i thought that opening my text book before one day of the exam was a completely bad idea and opted for test papers rather.i thought that at least these text papers would help me at the peek stage but no I've found that equally difficult because it had all the questions which isn't possible to read in one night.so i did combine studying on phone the whole night.i used to read one answer and explain it to my friend and vice versa.it is obvious that during combine studying,studying is less and gossiping is more and it undoubtedly happened the same thing to me.we had keep reminding ourselves that we have an exam the next day.but that process helped me a lot because when my friend used to ask me any question which i don't know then that feeling made me worry and boosted me to study them.i really hated that feeling when i had to put up a blank face when the questions which i dont know were asked by my friends.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5mEzSPnpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/13fmnBxgtV4/s1600-h/ATgAAABz2fPB_dki4qYzPbywC2tDElqp1rqqXOGsMEMXJmln97BkAzNN9LYlhkje7y6hZQXddoPqEuY9A0BIEei11tgLAJtU9VBLiQ4F7n2YzeIgqzF65lkS5dhoBw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5mEzSPnpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/13fmnBxgtV4/s320/ATgAAABz2fPB_dki4qYzPbywC2tDElqp1rqqXOGsMEMXJmln97BkAzNN9LYlhkje7y6hZQXddoPqEuY9A0BIEei11tgLAJtU9VBLiQ4F7n2YzeIgqzF65lkS5dhoBw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322804042270744210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd given my last exam today and i screwed it up very badly.i had DBMS(database management system) which is a very mystery subject for me.it was so complicated and confusing because it had many technical terms and i ended up writing some other term instead of the right which makes a huge difference.i just hope that the evaluator doesn't read each and every line,if he does then he would evidently go mad.the remaining exams were superb unlike today's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5je-KbLAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9s-Rk8gnYQs/s1600-h/ATcAAAA8xJ5TZhneh_9Kr2K-eJnXjB33hECU5csO2hGCOd80bfTwdIMIusf2hlCV-CeQDYFMZmZ7Lf390x7Lo3ULQGEXAJtU9VCRTCStqAglyDPQ57v0fZDfva9Nbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5je-KbLAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9s-Rk8gnYQs/s320/ATcAAAA8xJ5TZhneh_9Kr2K-eJnXjB33hECU5csO2hGCOd80bfTwdIMIusf2hlCV-CeQDYFMZmZ7Lf390x7Lo3ULQGEXAJtU9VCRTCStqAglyDPQ57v0fZDfva9Nbg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322801193332452354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to come back to blogging.i missed my blog a lot.i have my holidays so I'm totally jobless for one whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5kHVvq4JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wb098pnOsVY/s1600-h/ATcAAAA_TD9J7qClSx5fiO6hmD0Bt2UYuk6FmHdMuTGiffvwTqVex0Q0gm7f0sQ5_rCGkJ4jsgBbPxy4gJFP9COTG4O6AJtU9VAPTq-7q_sDAv2dJhmDRO2TFAL2fQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5kHVvq4JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wb098pnOsVY/s320/ATcAAAA_TD9J7qClSx5fiO6hmD0Bt2UYuk6FmHdMuTGiffvwTqVex0Q0gm7f0sQ5_rCGkJ4jsgBbPxy4gJFP9COTG4O6AJtU9VAPTq-7q_sDAv2dJhmDRO2TFAL2fQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322801886857453714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2461378151307800187?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/Sd5jr-LMPxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tWq93X2yvwY/s72-c/ATcAAAAbIRySYBHXhViTWM_PlDA-rmBtM7UT0x8hkQjx-YQrmR0DS1-vHxcG6HEMrvzWvHXBCHMCK_m4Sbp99kQV5NsiAJtU9VCaKa9S5DHPbC-vbCg7M1P0AB-6nw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5055734355117785715</id><published>2009-03-19T22:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:40:36.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>awaiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ScKI09_yL3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/H6Li4mEpo9Y/s1600-h/ATcAAAB5ON1aFGg1lyX1GgtcWkx54CTG80bEAmh_iC7AWf9LNfQucmDy9BkIORcPltoQNLPM3rtLd73hIYVxEmM4DwM8AJtU9VAaeEPXMZXEopS-zUeK7Etv8x18-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ScKI09_yL3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/H6Li4mEpo9Y/s320/ATcAAAB5ON1aFGg1lyX1GgtcWkx54CTG80bEAmh_iC7AWf9LNfQucmDy9BkIORcPltoQNLPM3rtLd73hIYVxEmM4DwM8AJtU9VAaeEPXMZXEopS-zUeK7Etv8x18-w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314960953827274610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone i stand,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you those,&lt;br /&gt;three beautiful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples around me,&lt;br /&gt;reminding me of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;wondering we both look cute together,&lt;br /&gt;like made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worn your favorite skirt,&lt;br /&gt;which you'd asked me to,&lt;br /&gt;saying that i look pretty,&lt;br /&gt;and it makes you allure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long while honey,&lt;br /&gt;that I've been waiting,&lt;br /&gt;but i seemed to enjoy it,&lt;br /&gt;every breathe i take,its you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes longing to see you,&lt;br /&gt;rambling around to catch you,&lt;br /&gt;before anyone could see you,&lt;br /&gt;making your way towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come fast baby,&lt;br /&gt;we've got less time,&lt;br /&gt;this life is too short,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live every bit of it with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5055734355117785715?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5055734355117785715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5055734355117785715' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8349691827150386529</id><published>2009-03-18T02:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:42:49.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>reminisce of past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ScAgFn-0qpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJfMPeykVFc/s1600-h/ATgAAADJ3B5JKSyGe4zALVU_s1MT9NXURRTXYusQqx0XRBEXNcvNZ8TDijXjFTZd4F8SmC68nvxnGvDSyO4fDY5RFMGqAJtU9VAUkfiXfzfpRvMG0T4r2uo7wH_mmQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/ScAgFn-0qpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJfMPeykVFc/s320/ATgAAADJ3B5JKSyGe4zALVU_s1MT9NXURRTXYusQqx0XRBEXNcvNZ8TDijXjFTZd4F8SmC68nvxnGvDSyO4fDY5RFMGqAJtU9VAUkfiXfzfpRvMG0T4r2uo7wH_mmQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314282841301101202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look into the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;wondering how i look now,&lt;br /&gt;do i have that charm?&lt;br /&gt;which you'd fallen for,years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while cleaning the old room,&lt;br /&gt;been ages since we've used,&lt;br /&gt;found my diary,which&lt;br /&gt;used to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i opened it,&lt;br /&gt;i found few pictures,&lt;br /&gt;of you and me during,&lt;br /&gt;our college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smile while seeing those pics,&lt;br /&gt;lovely there were,&lt;br /&gt;we looked so much in love,&lt;br /&gt;as we both were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sad at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;when compared both of us,&lt;br /&gt;the past and present,&lt;br /&gt;a huge different there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we are married,&lt;br /&gt;the love between us,&lt;br /&gt;seems to have lost,&lt;br /&gt;our address and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont remember the last time,&lt;br /&gt;we hugged,we kissed,&lt;br /&gt;we spent the weekends,&lt;br /&gt;we shared our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o honey,life is too strange,&lt;br /&gt;we left things which&lt;br /&gt;made us live a beautiful life,&lt;br /&gt;a life made my both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss that love,&lt;br /&gt;miss that real you,&lt;br /&gt;miss that old days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8349691827150386529?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8349691827150386529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8349691827150386529' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4349598154830743841</id><published>2009-03-14T20:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:57:38.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>it worked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbvMzWEwEmI/AAAAAAAAANw/xUwl6xRzPKA/s1600-h/ATcAAABcCpkyqj3Q-D_47OcPZ7ckfdtMqPjwz2D64EQydA5OUx_envGDeL7eprYzmorrVAc4saB7USXJ4lzSMXtSIVg0AJtU9VB2wVlV3346xddISLxbOWY5EDLkVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbvMzWEwEmI/AAAAAAAAANw/xUwl6xRzPKA/s320/ATcAAABcCpkyqj3Q-D_47OcPZ7ckfdtMqPjwz2D64EQydA5OUx_envGDeL7eprYzmorrVAc4saB7USXJ4lzSMXtSIVg0AJtU9VB2wVlV3346xddISLxbOWY5EDLkVA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313065367884534370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a ray of hope that I'm gonna pass through my exams this march.&lt;br /&gt;till yesterday i was completely jobless.i used to wake up leisurely at 11 and then do nothing.i used to have my notes in one hand,and my mobile in another one and my eyes busy watching that idiotic box...!and sometimes my blogging and facebook as well.i used to read 2 to 4 lines and then think that i'd studies enough and take a break for hours.i'd become very very lazy and these books makes me doze whenever i open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the day when i actually started studying.i happened to go to my friends place for combing studying and guess what??it actually worked for me.couldn't believe that and was wondering what was i doing all these wasting my time.*two tight slaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here the count down begins for me as i have just 8 days left for my exams..!!&lt;div 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worked'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbvMzWEwEmI/AAAAAAAAANw/xUwl6xRzPKA/s72-c/ATcAAABcCpkyqj3Q-D_47OcPZ7ckfdtMqPjwz2D64EQydA5OUx_envGDeL7eprYzmorrVAc4saB7USXJ4lzSMXtSIVg0AJtU9VB2wVlV3346xddISLxbOWY5EDLkVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3813126926890881855</id><published>2009-03-14T00:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:20:59.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i'll wait for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbrHHmSxWvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vkN-bsWQnE0/s1600-h/ATcAAADbDweDlr01no17PWXv1L0Oe7_GHsa8_rprP4dtmkNzRgh9qWa7ShZNysD7VKZydJHpZRy4ShQ30-QRm3hPjjh6AJtU9VDNGAQV4lyXbBcexl_Q8S-V6DuTKg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbrHHmSxWvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vkN-bsWQnE0/s320/ATcAAADbDweDlr01no17PWXv1L0Oe7_GHsa8_rprP4dtmkNzRgh9qWa7ShZNysD7VKZydJHpZRy4ShQ30-QRm3hPjjh6AJtU9VDNGAQV4lyXbBcexl_Q8S-V6DuTKg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312777643789212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;searching for an answer,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a hope,&lt;br /&gt;hoping we would never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you pack your bag,&lt;br /&gt;ready to leave the town,&lt;br /&gt;your heart wants to stay,&lt;br /&gt;but the brain isn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;pulled me closer,&lt;br /&gt;my head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;tears slowly ran down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hand ruffling my hair,&lt;br /&gt;another on my waist,&lt;br /&gt;kissing me slowly,&lt;br /&gt;like a new born baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to lay in your arms forever,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so safe and secure,&lt;br /&gt;that i wouldn't care about anything,&lt;br /&gt;nor fear of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has arrived,&lt;br /&gt;you had go,&lt;br /&gt;with no options left,&lt;br /&gt;helpless that you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and promised me that,&lt;br /&gt;you would come back for sure,&lt;br /&gt;with a diamond ring to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my answer,&lt;br /&gt;i got a hope,&lt;br /&gt;i got my true love,&lt;br /&gt;and i got my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait all my life for you,&lt;br /&gt;i would rather die without you,&lt;br /&gt;my life has just started with you,&lt;br /&gt;and would end with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbrGLwUiQpI/AAAAAAAAAME/FUTVzOdRaZ0/s1600-h/ATgAAABOP-s58VXJRWS5RozWVvRXFm7MBswzm_js51_t5RZ3cEy-j1MvL6jpk-EsS576ldrwUkLTcUYRZU7CWvouT26NAJtU9VAp9o7BGTzid74faCRQvEjC8wuOig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbrGLwUiQpI/AAAAAAAAAME/FUTVzOdRaZ0/s320/ATgAAABOP-s58VXJRWS5RozWVvRXFm7MBswzm_js51_t5RZ3cEy-j1MvL6jpk-EsS576ldrwUkLTcUYRZU7CWvouT26NAJtU9VAp9o7BGTzid74faCRQvEjC8wuOig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312776615688815250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3813126926890881855?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbrHHmSxWvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vkN-bsWQnE0/s72-c/ATcAAADbDweDlr01no17PWXv1L0Oe7_GHsa8_rprP4dtmkNzRgh9qWa7ShZNysD7VKZydJHpZRy4ShQ30-QRm3hPjjh6AJtU9VDNGAQV4lyXbBcexl_Q8S-V6DuTKg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6842537437221420901</id><published>2009-03-11T11:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:08:42.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nature=my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdZ4hRdBEI/AAAAAAAAALM/Z333f5jeOnI/s1600-h/ATgAAABhmDhUa6NTn35wJywanx6RMUQsthELxtcCaqSO591vMXQtDt2xTlkYUxDmmNGYDUjDNlUP_l_xGrGL0Z1bmXe4AJtU9VBi7Wu4hbfT934-aGz_jrtsnGQwuA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdZ4hRdBEI/AAAAAAAAALM/Z333f5jeOnI/s320/ATgAAABhmDhUa6NTn35wJywanx6RMUQsthELxtcCaqSO591vMXQtDt2xTlkYUxDmmNGYDUjDNlUP_l_xGrGL0Z1bmXe4AJtU9VBi7Wu4hbfT934-aGz_jrtsnGQwuA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311813113045910594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit by the window,&lt;br /&gt;staring up at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;that what could it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold breeze passes,&lt;br /&gt;like its saying hello,&lt;br /&gt;like giving me an assurance,&lt;br /&gt;that its with me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are drizzles now,&lt;br /&gt;the rain water slowly falls,&lt;br /&gt;like drop by drop,&lt;br /&gt;which kisses my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss which is natural,&lt;br /&gt;a kiss which is eternal,&lt;br /&gt;a kiss which isn't fake,&lt;br /&gt;a kiss which feels like everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes the bright sun,&lt;br /&gt;its rays poking me as hard as it could,&lt;br /&gt;making me feel like,&lt;br /&gt;life is not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like life isn't a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;like life isn't easy to survive,&lt;br /&gt;like life isn't always lucky,&lt;br /&gt;like life is gift,utilize it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all these with me,&lt;br /&gt;comes the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;with seven beautiful colors,&lt;br /&gt;each color having a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving me a new idea,&lt;br /&gt;that life is all yours,&lt;br /&gt;all bout how you make it and &lt;br /&gt;all bout how you break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nature is my friend,&lt;br /&gt;the nature is my guide,&lt;br /&gt;the nature is my love,&lt;br /&gt;the nature which i cannot live without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdaUIy7HgI/AAAAAAAAALc/42mZKn5ma3Y/s1600-h/ATgAAAAk7XVjRPVDo5o993gSOTcfBPswKfEySLpjx_oER9THwPfh0pZdxLPxMkKGl2KwmdyD2yuE2fh_hLNEwx0zifsnAJtU9VCDqGVXPj3gUITtuM-3BhKrnFRrPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdaUIy7HgI/AAAAAAAAALc/42mZKn5ma3Y/s320/ATgAAAAk7XVjRPVDo5o993gSOTcfBPswKfEySLpjx_oER9THwPfh0pZdxLPxMkKGl2KwmdyD2yuE2fh_hLNEwx0zifsnAJtU9VCDqGVXPj3gUITtuM-3BhKrnFRrPA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311813587511746050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdaB3bxwII/AAAAAAAAALU/e-RbfGWGcs8/s1600-h/ATgAAABTx6mSreX3A04UhcHRo-cc7RR_hhgEmjJP0r54jtiHHsRpUvJ_W7bdTbOJAprunBfj6_ZeTNxmov0AvCyzhFKAAJtU9VDghwuV32AiEX7-dBRw1nvhvhxovw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 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width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-751279719034697744</id><published>2009-03-11T10:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:24:22.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>holi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdRiT081PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mCLcjujcLng/s1600-h/holi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdRiT081PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mCLcjujcLng/s320/holi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803935386555634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah!this is gonna be my 11th year of not celebrating holi or i would say 11th year of not playing holi.i still remember that stupid crazy day when i was just in 3rd grade where i used to play holi all by myself...lol.that was totally bizarre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wake up early in the morning and wear off white clothes and used to see whether anyone would come and put colors on me...sadly!it never happened so i somehow managed to mix all the colors in water and pour it on me(which actually looks so stupid!).actually my family is not that fond of playing with colors which was the major reason for me to play it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdRrOFwRXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vDp3wzvxe8Y/s1600-h/holi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdRrOFwRXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vDp3wzvxe8Y/s320/holi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804088465245554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how i totally lost interest on the most colorful festival.even though now that i have grown up and have lots of friends who play on holi,i prefer staying away from it.they have a ball on this day and they actually force me to come along with them.i have totally lost interest and prefers sleeping for the whole day...*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again HAPPY HOLI!and play safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdR8NSuJCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Jjsf7Bmx3pg/s1600-h/holi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdR8NSuJCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Jjsf7Bmx3pg/s320/holi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804380308972578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbdRiT081PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mCLcjujcLng/s72-c/holi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7140768891522973579</id><published>2009-03-09T12:50:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:18:58.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fading away....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbTjP3SSg0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pIFitNf6Sm4/s1600-h/ATcAAACZWqoc1twRMmfZ2DYprerYrbJkBK9ltEVBdSldPcEHAvMg5xLp183LHKP2QS5lapmVtKw6K0vDPV0iBEl5gj5dAJtU9VDwV-U4IDYgQpKVrCkT8hVyQC7gzg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbTjP3SSg0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pIFitNf6Sm4/s320/ATcAAACZWqoc1twRMmfZ2DYprerYrbJkBK9ltEVBdSldPcEHAvMg5xLp183LHKP2QS5lapmVtKw6K0vDPV0iBEl5gj5dAJtU9VDwV-U4IDYgQpKVrCkT8hVyQC7gzg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311119722254861122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found a place, &lt;br /&gt;in the corner most which is dark,&lt;br /&gt;to hide myself or,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm running away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toes numb with cold,&lt;br /&gt;even though its hot summer,&lt;br /&gt;too numb with fear to cry out,&lt;br /&gt;just scared to show my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe that its all over,&lt;br /&gt;i thought this love would never end,&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were my friend,&lt;br /&gt;who always stood by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have called me,&lt;br /&gt;When you were lonely,&lt;br /&gt;When you needed me to be there,&lt;br /&gt;with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly,you never gave me,&lt;br /&gt;too many chances,&lt;br /&gt;to show you how much i care,&lt;br /&gt;and how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would,&lt;br /&gt;turn back the time,&lt;br /&gt;and ease the pain and tears,&lt;br /&gt;but its all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship necklace we had,&lt;br /&gt;To sides of a heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wore a part of yours around my neck,&lt;br /&gt;you had half my heart from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was blind,i dint realize, &lt;br /&gt;you could cause me so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;give me back my piece of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i need it to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of you and me, &lt;br /&gt;are just fading away in vain,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to store them forever but, &lt;br /&gt;you ain't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my love,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my friend,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my pain,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbTicJa5x1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hGkeg1pln74/s1600-h/ATYAAAB67gkccRuLAbR1qlDQBmDCW84npdSfapRVBOGaLpOXqIbY4BtEWDk3e8DKZTmXQRb2QE0XcJ-FoxERfAwwpYa4AJtU9VCwyoiLjUHKdIxzVkTLsdovNXd7xg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbTicJa5x1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hGkeg1pln74/s320/ATYAAAB67gkccRuLAbR1qlDQBmDCW84npdSfapRVBOGaLpOXqIbY4BtEWDk3e8DKZTmXQRb2QE0XcJ-FoxERfAwwpYa4AJtU9VCwyoiLjUHKdIxzVkTLsdovNXd7xg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311118833769629522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:this ain't from my personal experience.its all imaginary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7140768891522973579?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7140768891522973579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7140768891522973579' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7140768891522973579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7140768891522973579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/03/fading-away.html' title='fading away....!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SbTjP3SSg0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pIFitNf6Sm4/s72-c/ATcAAACZWqoc1twRMmfZ2DYprerYrbJkBK9ltEVBdSldPcEHAvMg5xLp183LHKP2QS5lapmVtKw6K0vDPV0iBEl5gj5dAJtU9VDwV-U4IDYgQpKVrCkT8hVyQC7gzg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1876641491628718257</id><published>2009-03-01T00:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:55:59.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'>march</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamPweZR-gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KYpWz0gTtaY/s1600-h/ATcAAAB9_dwkqJm_Dy8t-XCu4LlnLUKPAKabHyQs4bdtgilm3oFck077Vj0ZZckaQqZczJk5fBwwiatiouvCIjkPljmLAJtU9VCpbLma2ZiUvAViQp5tkuy4EE_Rtw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamPweZR-gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KYpWz0gTtaY/s320/ATcAAAB9_dwkqJm_Dy8t-XCu4LlnLUKPAKabHyQs4bdtgilm3oFck077Vj0ZZckaQqZczJk5fBwwiatiouvCIjkPljmLAJtU9VCpbLma2ZiUvAViQp5tkuy4EE_Rtw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307931698788432386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is called and known as a month of love..the month where all the people who are in love would celebrate and would spend the maximum of their time with their loved one which they would cherish those moments forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unlike feb there is a total opposite month which would keep all the students locked in a room and eyes locked onto the most sick subject books...yea!!march is on other hand is known as the month of EXAMS!!the word exam itself would appall us...!&lt;br /&gt;the only thing one has on their mouth when they study is&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"yaar,yeh exams kaun invent kiya?agar woh abhi zinda hotho jaan se mardhungi"&lt;/span&gt;....don't you people say that??&lt;br /&gt;we would be so frustrated and all we have within us is aggression...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to complete off my exams soon and go on a nice holiday...i just hope that the examiner should be in a good mood while he is setting up the paper and sets it off really easy...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1876641491628718257?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamPweZR-gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KYpWz0gTtaY/s72-c/ATcAAAB9_dwkqJm_Dy8t-XCu4LlnLUKPAKabHyQs4bdtgilm3oFck077Vj0ZZckaQqZczJk5fBwwiatiouvCIjkPljmLAJtU9VCpbLma2ZiUvAViQp5tkuy4EE_Rtw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4092688673414558379</id><published>2009-03-01T00:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:31:03.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJ4pfHtoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/P_yzLM-vT4k/s1600-h/ATcAAAA9vHQeZ-E96YZIBBoPID7Wgapak9yyLs7k6f8E4VJwN5Ri9VGCE4eQApe2k_M-10VdNOba0X-kM0gRp8EMPmJDAJtU9VD4lAo3gkNpjUXArcOMTvhsi5cgSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJ4pfHtoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/P_yzLM-vT4k/s320/ATcAAAA9vHQeZ-E96YZIBBoPID7Wgapak9yyLs7k6f8E4VJwN5Ri9VGCE4eQApe2k_M-10VdNOba0X-kM0gRp8EMPmJDAJtU9VD4lAo3gkNpjUXArcOMTvhsi5cgSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307925242134902402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling in love with this song....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4092688673414558379?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4092688673414558379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4092688673414558379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4092688673414558379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4092688673414558379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-holding-on.html' title='keep holding on...'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJ4pfHtoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/P_yzLM-vT4k/s72-c/ATcAAAA9vHQeZ-E96YZIBBoPID7Wgapak9yyLs7k6f8E4VJwN5Ri9VGCE4eQApe2k_M-10VdNOba0X-kM0gRp8EMPmJDAJtU9VD4lAo3gkNpjUXArcOMTvhsi5cgSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5334662826144594388</id><published>2009-02-28T01:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:27:26.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qt'/><title type='text'>hating qt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJBADaceI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ObpQRmeVYuk/s1600-h/ATYAAADZWberWmP0o0PixhtRqK2t-YIQ7-LVc6xVdOams4OJPvZdLE-nvAS2rYKSO8RclOevGWqIJI8cDGhxPvk1N_JJAJtU9VBuB5D1Y4GyLvFNvJem-GowP3zisA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJBADaceI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ObpQRmeVYuk/s320/ATYAAADZWberWmP0o0PixhtRqK2t-YIQ7-LVc6xVdOams4OJPvZdLE-nvAS2rYKSO8RclOevGWqIJI8cDGhxPvk1N_JJAJtU9VBuB5D1Y4GyLvFNvJem-GowP3zisA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307924286120030690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started hating QT...its called QUANTITATIVE TECHNIQUES!!&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be one of the important subject for us,its all bout maths and statistics...as far as i remember,the only subject which i hated the most was science because of which i dint get into science field in my +2.but now there is another subject which added to ma list and that's qt.first year was atleast fine,probably i started developing this hatred because the faculty which i got this year.shez nice but she doesn't teach well or perhaps she does but i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a qt exam yesterday and i was shit nervous that i wasn't able to solve even one single problem...i felt so sick of myself for not even attempting that paper...and the most unexpected thing was that ma mum and dad dint even say a word.usually they take these examinations very seriously but i don't know what happened to them they were the one who asked me to take it easy if i'm not prepared...it completely shook me off..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first and the foremost thing which i'd done yesterday was calling up my tutor and asked him to make it before my exams.because if i take this subject easy then i would have a backlog this year which i desperately don't wanna *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5334662826144594388?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/5334662826144594388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=5334662826144594388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5334662826144594388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/5334662826144594388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hating-qt.html' title='hating qt'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SamJBADaceI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ObpQRmeVYuk/s72-c/ATYAAADZWberWmP0o0PixhtRqK2t-YIQ7-LVc6xVdOams4OJPvZdLE-nvAS2rYKSO8RclOevGWqIJI8cDGhxPvk1N_JJAJtU9VBuB5D1Y4GyLvFNvJem-GowP3zisA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6768245066514147078</id><published>2009-02-24T19:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:15:28.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaQH8_xmevI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EC30H02im10/s1600-h/ATgAAAD_yVBBQ4Z7wzZiO9DYS_Twc73c2XKYFGPLXxtrHx9eWAwXJLsASAfuWPPLQhrjHbanQbmEdUpyGEWv3LF1NSuAAJtU9VBQc5SoJLxC5H6b89N9vlU6OA1zKg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaQH8_xmevI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EC30H02im10/s320/ATgAAAD_yVBBQ4Z7wzZiO9DYS_Twc73c2XKYFGPLXxtrHx9eWAwXJLsASAfuWPPLQhrjHbanQbmEdUpyGEWv3LF1NSuAAJtU9VBQc5SoJLxC5H6b89N9vlU6OA1zKg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306375005442308850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit...!!&lt;br /&gt;i met with an accident today....and my feeling was very abominable!&lt;br /&gt;it just happened suddenly on pav's bike.i was taking a turn and suddenly i don't know what happened the accelerator got raised off on its own and i lost the control on breaks..i was not able to stop it and me and pav hit the wall off and fell on the road.thank god i dint hit the scorpio car which was heading towards us.as we fell,the accelerator had not stopped and hence got dragged.we were lucky enough that the people who were near us came and helped us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first 5mins i dint feel anything and after that started the real things.my right leg started paining as i'd fallen on the front tire and pav on the back one.i realized that my dress got tore near the leg....and was badly hurt innermost...i had to cover the torn part with my dupata which was a very difficult task for me...the wound looks simple just like a scratch but its aching like hell inside...i'm not able to walk properly...i was more worried about the dress...coz its my di's and i wore it without her permission...haven't told my parents yet about the accident as i don't wanna trouble them but told ma grand ma as she stitched my di's dress....muaah!so sweet of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that the pains won't become gruesome by tomorrow.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6768245066514147078?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6768245066514147078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6768245066514147078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6768245066514147078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6768245066514147078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-hurting.html' title='its hurting'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaQH8_xmevI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EC30H02im10/s72-c/ATgAAAD_yVBBQ4Z7wzZiO9DYS_Twc73c2XKYFGPLXxtrHx9eWAwXJLsASAfuWPPLQhrjHbanQbmEdUpyGEWv3LF1NSuAAJtU9VBQc5SoJLxC5H6b89N9vlU6OA1zKg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4539867957850802091</id><published>2009-02-23T13:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:03:18.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaJfRbWUjHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e7_U6ld9tgM/s1600-h/ATgAAAAUcAelmOZhf0u6x0RP4WGZaQ03Gf85SCYh1fEf3tExYiltUcVLH2QA-Fv7jb1Q3PieMi_Vn80hWE8ainUosN4oAJtU9VDSaTq9IKDc8azOXjE-nIXdjhQwsw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaJfRbWUjHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e7_U6ld9tgM/s320/ATgAAAAUcAelmOZhf0u6x0RP4WGZaQ03Gf85SCYh1fEf3tExYiltUcVLH2QA-Fv7jb1Q3PieMi_Vn80hWE8ainUosN4oAJtU9VDSaTq9IKDc8azOXjE-nIXdjhQwsw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305908063999659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaJfGS5ReuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2HZr6r5jtII/s1600-h/ATcAAADf9nhe6TgH--i42AVrSsFTIBrDzpqJIU508e94rHrvnCk2gGB4lAXX9Sq4sxCCtIvMmjuLEqtF5L-jvxWnHYF4AJtU9VABkqC1aqr9QJQJ5YaswNMHgYIayw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaJfGS5ReuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2HZr6r5jtII/s320/ATcAAADf9nhe6TgH--i42AVrSsFTIBrDzpqJIU508e94rHrvnCk2gGB4lAXX9Sq4sxCCtIvMmjuLEqtF5L-jvxWnHYF4AJtU9VABkqC1aqr9QJQJ5YaswNMHgYIayw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305907872751778530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate them....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fasting today and all my friends call me up and talk only bout food :(&lt;br /&gt;even after me telling them that I'm on a fast,instead of not taking the food topic out they started explaining me in detail bout the dish they were having it....bloody!!&lt;br /&gt;that surely shows their sadism and anirudh was actually chewing something wantedly so that i can hear it....psycho that hez become....!!they all reminded me of food now....i'm hungry!can't wait for another 4 hours and i don't wanna break my 11 years of record....i've been fasting since 4th standard when i was 8 years old....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4539867957850802091?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4539867957850802091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4539867957850802091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4539867957850802091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4539867957850802091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/idiots.html' title='idiots'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SaJfRbWUjHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e7_U6ld9tgM/s72-c/ATgAAAAUcAelmOZhf0u6x0RP4WGZaQ03Gf85SCYh1fEf3tExYiltUcVLH2QA-Fv7jb1Q3PieMi_Vn80hWE8ainUosN4oAJtU9VDSaTq9IKDc8azOXjE-nIXdjhQwsw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2781050992782407224</id><published>2009-02-20T21:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:47:58.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>painful past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ7XsQpu2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ccC_opu1FQA/s1600-h/ATcAAAA9evYYVOii2M5C5Og3EgQEZ_NHzdZBxLSxVJt3APBCn2lbBjMjEB97m5t0zGavLQlZG4joSukVN2uBCqSMpoFRAJtU9VCSV1TQj5i7Lj_m1obtVw6NedvoFw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ7XsQpu2PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ccC_opu1FQA/s320/ATcAAAA9evYYVOii2M5C5Og3EgQEZ_NHzdZBxLSxVJt3APBCn2lbBjMjEB97m5t0zGavLQlZG4joSukVN2uBCqSMpoFRAJtU9VCSV1TQj5i7Lj_m1obtVw6NedvoFw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304914566473242866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....i've been thinking over something since evening...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its regarding to a lovely relationship which i'd shared with a dear friend of mine.everytime i think bout it,i get lost somewhere and takes a lot of time to get back to normal again.i don't know what god has written for us but i accept the fact that i was somewhat wrong and i honestly agree to it.but it wasn't completely my mistake, i had many hard consequences which led to such painful end.well!its not completely an end as we are still are in touch with each other but there is a lot of distance between us.we talk,fight,have coffee together but the magic of our relationship has lost forever.i can't even expect us to be normal again because its too too late.i feel so bad that i've hurted someone very badly and feels so guilty bout it.i've lost such a wonderful person in my life,the person is still in my life but ain't the same one.i was so stupid to loose such a person who was a major reason for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both know very well that we do miss eachother but we aren't ready to accept it.we still care for eachother like before but aren't ready to show it.infact we wish that we could be like before but we cannot.its an highly impossible thing in this whole world because the reality is much more stronger than anything...like any other people,i started facing the truth of my life and moved on forever...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the moments spent with my friend are locked in my memory and has no key to erase them.there are really precious and the best moments ever in my life.the only thing i can do now is that to wish that my friend is happy always and i will always be there when that person needs me.i just have only one thing to say i.e SORRY,i know you've heard that many times from me but i couldn't resist myself from saying so.all the best my friend and remember i'll always be there when you need a old best friend of yours...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2781050992782407224?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2781050992782407224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2781050992782407224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2781050992782407224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2781050992782407224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/painful-past.html' title='painful past'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ0kwhL1UHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-6DntlWs4G4/s320/ATgAAACdw5rTzU_IPy7rTU0FtJVKl-UarqNSwHC2yKSkIzwmB1UlzZARTGp1kVHCY1eJ7GpWJeQKK-75WTT3buXBUs5nAJtU9VCQY5WxtGLBvzRsxfuViwFXFKz6eA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304436352072634482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ0kH_jUQ2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/KnT8JaIPjUA/s1600-h/ATcAAABgKKMbMds070tytZvXYElXWlt1XaijIwm-YeluHcET7HfMG_07dl9lEOW8CQ5PqDhHT2JHLlmg7JsPt-NGx-phAJtU9VAvEe3RGwNyyG2SUoOZIiHGAAuS9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ0kH_jUQ2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/KnT8JaIPjUA/s320/ATcAAABgKKMbMds070tytZvXYElXWlt1XaijIwm-YeluHcET7HfMG_07dl9lEOW8CQ5PqDhHT2JHLlmg7JsPt-NGx-phAJtU9VAvEe3RGwNyyG2SUoOZIiHGAAuS9A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304435655849558882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...I was as usual single yet again this valentines day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Feb is the day which pisses me off the most...because i really get confused whether to be happy or feel unlucky that i don't have that so called special someone!&lt;br /&gt;I've got answers to satisfy the questions put up by me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy for not being committed to anyone.there are so many reasons to enjoy this space which I've got.i get to be myself and I'm free from everything.i don't need to give any kinda explanations to anyone if i put his call on call waiting.lol!i get so much time to spend with my friends and have helluva fun with them.i don't need to screw up my mobile bill or spend my pocket money on recharging my mobile.no need for presenting gifts and surprises.most importantly I'll be saved from shortage of attendance...he he!having a boyfriend would cause a lot of bunking so I'm free from that...i can have a long slumber without messaging nor calls in the midnight or wee hours.i don't need to restrict my meetings with my other friends.i won't be getting scolding from my parents for spending most of my time on mobile(very happy for this atleat!)and yeah!i get to check out other guys...well!thats what freedom is called.for example,if you are out with your lover and you find some hot chick sitting right in front of you...don't you people stare at her??by looking at all this,your girl friend goes mad and start putting restrictions..this ain't for gals only,its meant with guys as well.so i must say i'm free from possessiveness and restrictions....yeyy!!and the headache of convincing parents for a marriage is really really a tough task....thank god!i don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well despite me having so many reasons to be happy being single makes me feel unlucky for not having special someone in my life.i get jealous when i see a cute couple passing my way.i miss the love and the bond which they share with each other.they share an amazing relationships,the cute fights and cute kisses and hugs etc.and bloody!my friends are the major culprits for this....most of my friends are committed except me and teju....so whenever i go out with these people,they behave so weirdly as if i do not exist in this world.they get so involved in each others  company that they totally avoid me and i end up being alone.i class,when we get bored of the lectures..ofcourse!its boring always...my friends start chatting with their boyfriends and omg!i get so frustrated when they blush by seeing their boyfriends reply.hate them to the core for making me feel unlucky,bitches theu are!!:(..even i feel like texting someone special whoz always there for me,who can share everything with me and who can spend a lot of quality time with me....bad luck!!i'v never got a chance to celebrate the valentine's day with my special someone as i don't have any....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one such sms which makes me feel good when i miss all these things in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"don't rush into falling in love for love,if somebody asks you why are you still single?just tell them that god is busy writing the best love story for me!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you get your true love...enjoy being SINGLE!!and be ready to experience the best love story of yourself....*smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8231018854276770081?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8231018854276770081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZ0kwhL1UHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-6DntlWs4G4/s72-c/ATgAAACdw5rTzU_IPy7rTU0FtJVKl-UarqNSwHC2yKSkIzwmB1UlzZARTGp1kVHCY1eJ7GpWJeQKK-75WTT3buXBUs5nAJtU9VCQY5WxtGLBvzRsxfuViwFXFKz6eA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2605613850881236413</id><published>2009-02-15T16:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:20:13.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>aaah....its been a really long time since i've updated my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far this whole month was a bit tiring....my brother has left to Manchester on 6th for his masters....i was very busy with his shopping and packing stuff as he had only one weeks time...miss him loads!!soon after,i had my final practical exam n after that was my cousin's wedding on 14th.dammit! i have 4 more important functions lined up plus have my other 2 practicals on the same day itself....!don't know how am going to manage all these.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2605613850881236413?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2605613850881236413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2605613850881236413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2605613850881236413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2605613850881236413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8202310039293186085</id><published>2009-02-15T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:08:17.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>relationships..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZfwjqJ5QzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HExJPUflzNM/s1600-h/ATcAAACrcE6IF4vp6qSU8Gu55Gy3pHGJr8bfZ90o4KV8Nku30tXWSy8b0YKHRd1SYM8ru_95aB7z-6cdY0ue5A0R8ycZAJtU9VAV2leQhB0_v2SAuLsKI8SCPfPShA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZfwjqJ5QzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HExJPUflzNM/s320/ATcAAACrcE6IF4vp6qSU8Gu55Gy3pHGJr8bfZ90o4KV8Nku30tXWSy8b0YKHRd1SYM8ru_95aB7z-6cdY0ue5A0R8ycZAJtU9VAV2leQhB0_v2SAuLsKI8SCPfPShA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302971581653926706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought what this world is full of?its RELATIONSHIPS..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody share a special relation with different people be it like parents,siblings,friendships,love etc...it a emotional or other connection between people.relationships is a bond which hold us together with each other and can make our lives beautiful and wholesome.we tend to make efforts to make the relationship strong which we share with special people.it is the only thing which we don't wanna give up so easily nor wipe it off from our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are all alone and feeling sad,we often think about the special people in our lives and that is what brings either a smile on our face or tears.according to me,the most strong and important relationship in this world is the relationship which we share with our family-(dad,mom,bro,sis).it is the first most relationship we have when we step into this world.we get emotionally attached to them and give them the first preference in our lives no matter what happens.family is also our guidance and always a well wisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second most important relationship in our life would either be friendship or love.but i would choose friendship over love first.friends are almost like a family,they are always with you in your good and bad times.they always have their hand on our shoulder and give us theirs when we wanna cry.they are the one who tells the good and the bad,they always want our happiness and the one to show the right path of the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third most thing is the love which we fall with a person whom we wanna spend our whole life with.life is extremely wonderful when we find the right one in our life.few people who get the right one early are lucky ones but the others who are yet to find are also in a way lucky to see the things happening in others love life.they get to meet different people,know them and then decide.broken hearts are the ones who gets badly hurt in life.life would seem very hard for them.so never rush into things or else it will ruin our lives.finding true love is very difficult....true love just comes at the right time in the right moment....don't search for love...it just comes knocking the door of your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these three are the important relationships in my life....there may be other relations as well but family,friends and love are more important..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is worth living if we have good relations and we love the way life treats us as it wont be boring for us ever....so try not to spoil any relationship in our life infact make it even more stronger and love them...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8202310039293186085?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8202310039293186085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8202310039293186085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8202310039293186085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8202310039293186085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationships.html' title='relationships..!!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SZfwjqJ5QzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HExJPUflzNM/s72-c/ATcAAACrcE6IF4vp6qSU8Gu55Gy3pHGJr8bfZ90o4KV8Nku30tXWSy8b0YKHRd1SYM8ru_95aB7z-6cdY0ue5A0R8ycZAJtU9VAV2leQhB0_v2SAuLsKI8SCPfPShA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4339650903762030402</id><published>2009-02-03T21:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:35:45.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>postponed</title><content type='html'>grrr!!.....my exams has been postponed!:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been likely to start from 14th feb....and i'm seriously unhappy bout it.not that that i don't wanna prepare for the exam...but i've my cousins wedding that day...and i don't wanna miss it.but if i happen to miss even one exam,then i won't be given my hall ticket...screw my principal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like my time is really bad...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4339650903762030402?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4339650903762030402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=4339650903762030402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4339650903762030402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/4339650903762030402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/02/postponed.html' title='postponed'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3983758299182134473</id><published>2009-01-27T19:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:31:57.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>exams....!exams...!</title><content type='html'>the one thing which i hate the most in my whole life is exams!uhh man!they really piss me off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my pre-finals from 31st onwards and trust me i don't even know the syllabus....i've got all the model papers but aint in a mood for studying...even if i force myself,nothing is going into my head..damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in a mood to spend some time with my friends and check out the new films with them...as even teju is in town,wish to spend some more time with her but no!!my parents expect me to sit and study for 2hrs...sucks big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah!my college has come up with new conditions now regarding the pre-finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we cannot skip our exams as we wont be given our hall tickets if we do so.&lt;br /&gt;*if we flunk in any of the paper so we have to write the exam again and again until you get 60 marks...(no doubt!i've to write them again!)&lt;br /&gt;*those people who doesn't want to write the pre-final should take permission from the principal and instead he'll be giving an assignment where we have to write answers of three model papers of every subject and submit it before 31st jan....(who had that much of patience to sit and write for that assole?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accept the fact that these exams helps us a lot but shouldn't be compulsory...ofcourse!everybody's gonna flunk this time as 2nd year is really a tough year so,it would be really difficult to overcome it....i don't know about others but i should burn off my ass to get through it....i don't want to have any backlog!!*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really loving my life now...things are happening in the way as i always wanted...came across a beautiful person who has a major hand in it...!but these exams don't seemed to get postponed....i get intimidated by hearing the word call EXAMS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='exams....!exams...!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5317677782709844261</id><published>2009-01-22T01:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:45:32.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday nishuuuu</title><content type='html'>ahem ahem....a new character in my life...thats NISHANTH!i like to call him nishu which rhymes with mine(aishu)..isn't it cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know from where to start....we both met each other through a common friend raj and went on a long drive in the first meet itself....(there were other friends as well).me and nishu have almost everything similar,right from the way we talk to the way we think.he is very bindas type...loves to live his life to the fullest...nishu undoubtedly falls into the bracket of the line "LIVE LIFE LIKE KING SIZE"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hez crazy bout shopping like me...finally!i got a nice company....loves long drives like me...he he...omg!i almost died coz of his driving but i'm happy now cause i got used to it....and ofcourse boozing and fagging is a must for any guy...but he reduced a lot for "someone"(don't wanna take that name)and has become a complete vegetarian for that "someone"....sweet na?he also started studying to settle down for that "someone" again....man hez damn cute!!isn't it?i mean which guy is ready to do these kinda things for someone yaar?i've neva seen this kind of guy anywhere who is ready to do anything for the loved one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only been a short time since we met...but i feel that i've almost known everything bout him...and guess so does he...hez special to me...!!and he says that "MY WISH IS HIS COMMAND"....CHOO CHWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,nishu MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY....and hope that this birthday becomes special to u...and yeah!i hope you get nice birthday bums from ur friends especially from the woodland stuff lol(i hope u can understand)....let your friends take revenge on you..he he and have a nice egg,tomato and whisky bath..and lastly get beaten up by the rods and stones....*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nishu would definitely kill me tomorrow after reading this post...he he&lt;br /&gt;and he would come up to me belaboring bout his experience....look i already got a call from him....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-5317677782709844261?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3000960348933713512</id><published>2009-01-18T16:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:44:25.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what does my b'day mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Although you are on the quiet side, but you enjoy excitement and changes. Routine is something you cannot stand. Because of your extreme confidence, you hardly ask others for opinion. You believe in leading your own life, and you have got the gift in doing so. Your Love, Nothing can stop you from making progress in your love life. Once you are in love, you feel the ownership of your lover. A third party can only makes your jealousy becomes worse." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from facebook,and i totally agree with it as its absolutely true...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i abhor my life when its routine where there ain't any excitement nor anything which interests me.i truly follow my own footsteps,yes i do ask others opinion but don't follow them.i do things which i like and which i feel its right.i believe in myself!.coming to love,well if i love anyone that person would be my world...i'll love that person from my deepest chords of my heart..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started believing the daily horoscope as its turning out to be true....whatever is written over there,the same happens in my life...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3000960348933713512?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3000960348933713512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3000960348933713512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3000960348933713512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/3000960348933713512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-my-bday-mean.html' title='what does my b&apos;day mean?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2767884229632188631</id><published>2009-01-08T15:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:37:49.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my love qualities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWXeZxT7TwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-X3Iwv2TQIk/s1600-h/ATcAAAAlc08iAmzUQ5DKIK4iSr1_Ydrz4xDEO3v7PeMUXQT9oj_jVs-ggrNSmEhFvAY_fMQ72RhhUEk4vApC1WMezuo3AJtU9VBdEUAkYVadTbVUGkie0YdjVczMrw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWXeZxT7TwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-X3Iwv2TQIk/s320/ATcAAAAlc08iAmzUQ5DKIK4iSr1_Ydrz4xDEO3v7PeMUXQT9oj_jVs-ggrNSmEhFvAY_fMQ72RhhUEk4vApC1WMezuo3AJtU9VBdEUAkYVadTbVUGkie0YdjVczMrw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288877871731527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! I'm being stupid to post this but i just don't want it to be in my diary all alone...i want be frank and open bout my personal things...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always kept asking me bout my love qualities and my type of guy so i have written bout certain things which i expect my guy to do....wrote this long back but posting it now...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes my list or qualities which I'm expecting from my man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me when I'm bored;&lt;br /&gt;hug me when I'm sad;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me when I'm happy;&lt;br /&gt;love me till I'm alive;&lt;br /&gt;miss me when i ain't with him;&lt;br /&gt;cry for me when i die;&lt;br /&gt;trust me even if i lie;(minor issues)&lt;br /&gt;understand me and giving me my own space;&lt;br /&gt;fight with me for small things;(a healthy fight-nothing serious)&lt;br /&gt;irritate me to the core;&lt;br /&gt;n later convince me with his cute apology and a big tight hug;&lt;br /&gt;scold me when I'm terribly wrong;&lt;br /&gt;a hand on my waist so that i would never fall;&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder so that i can rest my head and cry;&lt;br /&gt;should dry my tears and;&lt;br /&gt;who can do anything for my smile;&lt;br /&gt;who hates to see tears in my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,who gives me an assurance that i'm the only one and protects me all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i expect from my guy!i promise that I'll follow all these things and treat him the same.&lt;br /&gt;i know many people after reading this say that every guy can do it...yes!i agree but i want the person whom i love to do all this for me...thats enough for me to lead a happy life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2767884229632188631?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2767884229632188631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2767884229632188631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2767884229632188631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2767884229632188631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-love-qualities.html' title='my love qualities'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWXeZxT7TwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-X3Iwv2TQIk/s72-c/ATcAAAAlc08iAmzUQ5DKIK4iSr1_Ydrz4xDEO3v7PeMUXQT9oj_jVs-ggrNSmEhFvAY_fMQ72RhhUEk4vApC1WMezuo3AJtU9VBdEUAkYVadTbVUGkie0YdjVczMrw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7886284509499271060</id><published>2009-01-06T22:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:08:07.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWOW7SlHLKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dx6_n4pPTLM/s1600-h/ATYAAAByrNBuFBVG6C_HoOG-X3DnUsqVNED4q7GSS5NpuG59AdIDK08nOlarGVXlx9kqHI7xckzzarc4oelF6I5KNgwRAJtU9VDMxVB_LyMtVI-SYb2_rO4yaljPWg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWOW7SlHLKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dx6_n4pPTLM/s320/ATYAAAByrNBuFBVG6C_HoOG-X3DnUsqVNED4q7GSS5NpuG59AdIDK08nOlarGVXlx9kqHI7xckzzarc4oelF6I5KNgwRAJtU9VDMxVB_LyMtVI-SYb2_rO4yaljPWg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288236332807040162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dint feel like writing my blog for 4 days...i was really feeling sick bout the things going around me.i can't exactly figure out the reasons behind my moody behavior but i was obsessed about something which was killing me inside....i couldn't take it nor could discuss with my friends as i don't know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could do was to find a nice cozy place to sit and think think and think!!&lt;br /&gt;think bout what?the answer is NOTHING!i don't know what am i thinking bout...I've no clue what am i upto...all my other peers have started preparing for the pre-finals and I'm here busy thinking bout nothing!!i know it sounds really weird and annoying.but i can't help it as i myself is pissed with what I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know one thing perfectly,that is i'm bored with the things around me...i can say that its my environment or with my lifestyle!...but don't get me wrong!i ain't bored with my family and friends.my life is so routine now a days,i want something interesting and happening.but the main problem is i do hang out with my friends and family,laugh and cry with them and share a great relationship with them...what else i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything in my life....but there is something missing....i just wanna get rid off with this sick feeling in me....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:(this is only to my friends)&lt;br /&gt;NO!!I'm not missing anyone....I'm really happy without it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it?'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SWOW7SlHLKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dx6_n4pPTLM/s72-c/ATYAAAByrNBuFBVG6C_HoOG-X3DnUsqVNED4q7GSS5NpuG59AdIDK08nOlarGVXlx9kqHI7xckzzarc4oelF6I5KNgwRAJtU9VDMxVB_LyMtVI-SYb2_rO4yaljPWg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2553888088841171005</id><published>2009-01-02T01:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:49:38.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SV0zZETnSQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/naEb_01Cn7c/s1600-h/ATcAAACp7egBHd1vpD-_C-Ul6jq-7yq2xaI87aYmERYOChm2lepyncR746SZnVuuJX2i0ZrPqdyDEOZ3V33A1DmGCY2LAJtU9VAPBdy5mptTHZL5fMh2ukckYOx1Vw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SV0zZETnSQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/naEb_01Cn7c/s320/ATcAAACp7egBHd1vpD-_C-Ul6jq-7yq2xaI87aYmERYOChm2lepyncR746SZnVuuJX2i0ZrPqdyDEOZ3V33A1DmGCY2LAJtU9VAPBdy5mptTHZL5fMh2ukckYOx1Vw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286438043348584706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to my routine life now...been to my college nearly after 1 week on the first day of the year.it was so damn good to see my friends after many days,and the best part was my friends were missing my absence very much.i constantly received messages and was getting calls at mumbai almost threatening me to come back soon...he he love you guys!i really loved the care and love which you guys have shown me..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met two of my other dear friends ARJUN and PRANAV today!we've been to water front for lunch.i had a good time with them as we met after 3 months and they both are leaving Hyderabad today!arjun is a future doc as he is in 3rd year medicine right now...and pranav is also into 3rd but engineering at Nagpur.I've known pranav for 4 years but never really got an opportunity to know him personally...but now,all i can say is that he is really a good,simple,reserved person and my dear friend.we are yet to know each other well.we both planned for a pani puri competition,lol but unfortunately we couldn't make it this time but will surely try when he comes to hyd next time.well!talking bout arjun,i've known him for a very long time and we are good friends.he doesn't speak much with gals but if he does,then he'll surely make them his good good friends.hez damn sweet and an introvert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dint have my tuition today*smiles* so met mama and then met my other friend JAYESH hardly for 5 minutes when i was just passing by some place.i've known this fella in a very weird way,and i can't stop myself from smiling when i recall that moment!i call him sleepy ass cause i always find him on bed and he loves sleeping...hez  very caring and a very good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day of the year was almost spent with my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2553888088841171005?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2553888088841171005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2553888088841171005' title='3 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-8085527298991870145</id><published>2009-01-02T01:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:51:37.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>new year..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SV0lxYNWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FY4_xmYBbHI/s1600-h/ATcAAAAjSIADDEJheAu5DntkaAWJYrJbklMy5p2G4Rsq0TcZltS4C_Pq30AEvrNao8cjfe5V-sbDlRhGZM-yN1NQ6Ic-AJtU9VDs6qyqzXUeX9cFCWshjx0FttdiGw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SV0lxYNWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FY4_xmYBbHI/s320/ATcAAAAjSIADDEJheAu5DntkaAWJYrJbklMy5p2G4Rsq0TcZltS4C_Pq30AEvrNao8cjfe5V-sbDlRhGZM-yN1NQ6Ic-AJtU9VDs6qyqzXUeX9cFCWshjx0FttdiGw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423067845109922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first post in the new year....the year has passed so fast....can't believe that its 2009!&lt;br /&gt;i came back from mumbai on the last day of the year and went for a party in the evening!i was too tired and wasn't really in a mood for celebrations but had to go for the sake of passes..there was some film awards program at FNCC club and i hardly stayed there for an hour.i just had my dinner and celebrated new year in the car with my brother and di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really feel like its a beginning of another year ...I'm still stuck up in 2008...infact i would say that my most horrible year.i had good times too but i suffered a lot and gone through many many unfortunate things in my life...anyways i don't wanna recollect them anymore...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh...so my 2008 has started with a trip to Goa and had ended with a trip to mumbai.the starting few months and ending few months were good,the middle few months weren't much favorable to me.i don't wanna repeat the mistakes which I'd done earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to always hope that the coming year would bring lots of happiness and bring no sorrows but now,i have stopped wishing and don't really hope about anything.i just wanna accept life as it comes.i guess that enough for any person to survive strongly and happier.good bye to my bad days...don't wanna u anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would just say "WELCOME 2009"...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-8085527298991870145?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/8085527298991870145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=8085527298991870145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8085527298991870145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/8085527298991870145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='new year..!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SV0lxYNWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FY4_xmYBbHI/s72-c/ATcAAAAjSIADDEJheAu5DntkaAWJYrJbklMy5p2G4Rsq0TcZltS4C_Pq30AEvrNao8cjfe5V-sbDlRhGZM-yN1NQ6Ic-AJtU9VDs6qyqzXUeX9cFCWshjx0FttdiGw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6712091953558192883</id><published>2008-12-28T14:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:14:54.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeyy!im currently in mumbai now.reached in the morning around 4:30,couldn't sleep for the whole night.im at colaba right now shopping with my dad...*grins*&lt;br /&gt;and luckily i got a chance to update my blog as i gotta take my di's hallticket print out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now...loads to shop...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6712091953558192883?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6712091953558192883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6712091953558192883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6712091953558192883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6712091953558192883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeyyim-currently-in-mumbai-now.html' 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320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVToCTVhZyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1OiTIexqM7A/s320/ATgAAABhxUmSncLxSHbRhVSpvTsGNyeLk7QWMgdIeBk3NYF47db6GsqCYPluk7vWuJnqD7_161S5E_rvxdgfuq0uRl6-AJtU9VCdKkyckbgFR5lGFGNKeo5liPhtzQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284103389060359970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVTnjbWW4cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jniVLfxw6L0/s1600-h/ATcAAABiG3s3tsCG6q-Gt-5obIo-6cyt4W03r25IB8EvJ1mZjIQDwCRoofBydhpPHgXl4_Gkgdk5QLDzkxpj32_Wcm1MAJtU9VC8Djt0Jnwd3V942EscI1p_YhDIfA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVTnjbWW4cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jniVLfxw6L0/s320/ATcAAABiG3s3tsCG6q-Gt-5obIo-6cyt4W03r25IB8EvJ1mZjIQDwCRoofBydhpPHgXl4_Gkgdk5QLDzkxpj32_Wcm1MAJtU9VC8Djt0Jnwd3V942EscI1p_YhDIfA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284102858635403714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i would like to thank my di on the first note because she has chosen mumbai as her center where she'll be writing a stupid exam..!i shouldn't be calling a stupid exam but i can't help it!shez done with her post graduation in bio-medical genetics and did some diploma course in patents law and now working as a patent executive.despite having a wonderful job,she is writing a exam on the same patents thing but an advance one.i don't know from where she gets so much patience to take leave and sit and study at home.i mean me and my classmates are dying to give our 2nd year exams and my di tho she ain't ready to say good bye to the books.i really appreciate my sister who never gave up and always wanted to stand on her own feet and has always inspired me in almost everything but i want her to say good bye to the books now cause the more she studies,there will be more burden on me...i have to burst my ass off to compete with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday,i'm sure that someone says this dialogue to me "your sis had studied so much and look at you,what are you doing?"damn!how i hate to hear that.....errrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah....coming back to the main topic....yes!I'm going to mumbai along with my di *grins*not because to encourage her,but for shopping!lolzzz i know i being a bit mean but that's that,I'm being frank...I'm going there for shopping which i love the most and the very good part is that even my dad is coming with us so not a problem for the budget he he.this is gonna be my third visit to mumbai and I'm very much excited bout it.I'm gonna loot my dad's pocket over there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dying for a break from my irritating college life and this trip is happening at the time i wanted...but will surely miss my fiends for a week!sounds really stupid but will miss all of them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2546349537872488234?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2546349537872488234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2546349537872488234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2546349537872488234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2546349537872488234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVToCTVhZyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1OiTIexqM7A/s72-c/ATgAAABhxUmSncLxSHbRhVSpvTsGNyeLk7QWMgdIeBk3NYF47db6GsqCYPluk7vWuJnqD7_161S5E_rvxdgfuq0uRl6-AJtU9VCdKkyckbgFR5lGFGNKeo5liPhtzQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7631534678282020666</id><published>2008-12-25T11:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:20:40.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVMrXMFG6NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0Cnp2kbQtow/s1600-h/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVMrXMFG6NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0Cnp2kbQtow/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283614465215359186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i celebrated Christmas eve was in school.we made a Christmas tree and loved decorating it.we all students were asked to get one gift each and our teachers used to mix up our all gifts in a bag.one of our mam who used to get dressed up like a Santa Claus comes and distribute the gifts which we got.at that age,we ought to believe that it was the real Santa who has come.this was the most exciting part of the celebrations cause we used to find out who receive the gift brought by us and what gift we got..!!i always loved to receive gifts....who doesn't like gifts?but i hated to give mine to others...he he...sad!but never mind!i got something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly we ended up our celebrations by singing the most famous Christmas song...remember jingle bells??i bet,nobody can ever forget it....this was how we used to celebrate it in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;"faith makes all things possible,&lt;br /&gt;hope makes all things work,&lt;br /&gt;love makes all things beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;may you all have these three things for this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this song right now....here goes the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashing through the snow&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;O'er the fields we go&lt;br /&gt;Laughing all the way&lt;br /&gt;Bells on bob tails ring&lt;br /&gt;Making spirits bright&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to laugh and sing&lt;br /&gt;A sleighing song tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or two ago&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd take a ride&lt;br /&gt;And soon Miss Fanny Bright&lt;br /&gt;Was seated by my side&lt;br /&gt;The horse was lean and lank&lt;br /&gt;Misfortune seemed his lot&lt;br /&gt;We got into a drifted bank&lt;br /&gt;And then we got upsot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one horse open sleigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7631534678282020666?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/7631534678282020666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=7631534678282020666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7631534678282020666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/7631534678282020666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVMrXMFG6NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0Cnp2kbQtow/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-7155309893968177219</id><published>2008-12-24T02:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:52:11.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>missed it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVFkg8wi7MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/97HtQTLh3qg/s1600-h/ATgAAABgMqxWg9GpCUAexIK5ceuvF_sqJTwUaksWuGzxOvrQzi3FbyUPcMEIioJLbp_bxEeU16hB4FDpWMfvv4aLZtAVAJtU9VDriMaUxK_rHdoTwwfCUTbeouJMFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SVFkg8wi7MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/97HtQTLh3qg/s320/ATgAAABgMqxWg9GpCUAexIK5ceuvF_sqJTwUaksWuGzxOvrQzi3FbyUPcMEIioJLbp_bxEeU16hB4FDpWMfvv4aLZtAVAJtU9VDriMaUxK_rHdoTwwfCUTbeouJMFA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283114355110636738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah!....I'm feeling so bad that i couldn't make it to my school reunion! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 years that i haven't been to my school after my 10th and I'm missing my school days badly.we actually had a reunion for my batch on Monday 22nd December.i was informed by anirudh on Monday morning itself when i was going to my college.i anyway planned to bunk after my lab cause i was desperate to go to school and meet my favorite teachers rajini mam,karunakar sir and ramani mam!vivi had already made a plan with his friends so i thought of going with anirudh as he was the only one left in hyd with whom I'm still in touch.a good friend though!.when i was almost done with my lab,anirudh called me up and said that he has some work so he cannot come and i dint wanna go there alone perhaps i attended all the class without any of my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best phase so far in my life was my school days...get up early in the morning around 6:30 am and go to my bus stop at 7:30.damn!i love my school bus,it was so much fun..i used to enjoy the cool breeze in the morning.i love dreaming when i was traveling so in the evening,i was always the first one to get into the bus and occupy my favorite window seat.i used to peep outside the window resting my head upon the glass pane whereas teju used my other arm as a pillow for sleeping!lol.i thoroughly enjoyed looking at the outer world and used to make up a story through what i had seen and that gave me so much of satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously!those days were so nice where we dint have mobile phones,attendance problem,bunking,stupid projects,backlogs,etc like what all we have today...all we had to do at that time was just home work,prayer in the morning,uniform and term exams.to be frank,i had more freedom during my school when compared to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days!we can never get back those cute moments....all i can do is cherish them forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-7155309893968177219?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of sms and mails bout our government showing a real fact!&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna put it in my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"an Olympic shooter wins gold(only a game) and our government gives him 3 crores plus awards...&lt;br /&gt;another shooter dies,fighting with terrorist(saving our country and our lives) and government pays his family 5 lakhs!truly great India!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say great india but i would rather say great government!we can now understand whoz more important to the government!they suck big time!&lt;br /&gt;these people are never gonna change unless and until we kick them out not giving them another chance coz they truly dont deserve to be a leader...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2835063650338802640?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-5032895871762634489</id><published>2008-12-19T23:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:24:16.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a new member!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUvseUBJsEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MtJ9yP7-eRE/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUvseUBJsEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MtJ9yP7-eRE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281574993535807554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bhabi gave birth to a baby boy today!&lt;br /&gt;my bro and bhabi became the proud parents of a lovely boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!hez so adorable and so delicate.hez so damn fair and about the looks,hez gone on both my bhabi and bro.i haven't seen him till now but have seen his picture.my brother ANOOP who is a kid himself is a father now!he he.his mom(my big mum)still feeds this guy lol.well!have to see how well he can manage his son...coz hez always been a naughty chap and troubles his parents all the time perhaps nothing serious...so bhayya!stop going to these bachelor parties when u no longer a bachelor and no playing cricket,instead start teaching your son when he grows up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way when a baby holds my finger with their tinny hands...i cannot express that feeling!it can only be felt...and no doubt that when his guy grows up,he'll surely go upon his father and piss him to the core...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i welcome him to our sweet family!waiting for this baby to come home soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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member!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUvseUBJsEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MtJ9yP7-eRE/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2820153853765140689</id><published>2008-12-18T22:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:48:36.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUqF39-C0KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0kLOViKmO44/s1600-h/ATcAAABv1CHI_FE2eh4GMKPsJpBbNhVqCGG7-K5quFyIUkGgHmSYqUZUrCIszS9XIpQ9ViGeHH-7fU76YmloocYuy-yMAJtU9VB6Lw9XxtRToxt6Mwg5En15s2CpOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUqF39-C0KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0kLOViKmO44/s320/ATcAAABv1CHI_FE2eh4GMKPsJpBbNhVqCGG7-K5quFyIUkGgHmSYqUZUrCIszS9XIpQ9ViGeHH-7fU76YmloocYuy-yMAJtU9VB6Lw9XxtRToxt6Mwg5En15s2CpOQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281180709619421346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous post had lot of mistakes regarding my friends vivi and avi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dint have any intentions to hurt you people....i wanted to say something else and it came out in a wrong way.never thought that there would sucha a negative impact on them.i personally dint like that way i had written about you people where you guys were always there with me no matter what happened.*slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deeply lament to whatever i had written and i don't mean it...i have edited it now!&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys forgive me...i had made a mistake and asking for an apology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry!i don't wanna hurt you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2820153853765140689?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2820153853765140689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2820153853765140689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2820153853765140689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2820153853765140689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/chorry.html' title='chorry'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUqF39-C0KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0kLOViKmO44/s72-c/ATcAAABv1CHI_FE2eh4GMKPsJpBbNhVqCGG7-K5quFyIUkGgHmSYqUZUrCIszS9XIpQ9ViGeHH-7fU76YmloocYuy-yMAJtU9VB6Lw9XxtRToxt6Mwg5En15s2CpOQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1467818439775678247</id><published>2008-12-18T11:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:06:56.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUnlaHKpMaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P45qQda_hJs/s1600-h/DSC00606+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUnlaHKpMaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P45qQda_hJs/s320/DSC00606+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281004274831667618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing teju like hell these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still has one more month to come to India :(my bitch is independent over there and having helluva fun...she has a major problem over here,her parents wants to get her engaged to someone he he..i pray that you get married before me lol :p.and become mamma soon and have two evil kids at the time of my wedding...he he!and you complete your graduation after u get married*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,baby i wanna sit with you and talk for hours.i wanna listen to you and share my feelings.i really miss that gtalk that we always used to have and ofcourse the bitching! and also talk bout guys he he.i hope that we all(vivi,avi,vikas) take out some time and spend some quality time together as we did on your b'day..remember alankrita resorts?man!that was an awesome day da....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we meet up almost everyday when your here...I'll bunk my college if my parents doesn't allow me everyday!and we gotta plan out our night out either at your place or mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just come home soon papa...missing u like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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back!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUnlaHKpMaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P45qQda_hJs/s72-c/DSC00606+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6367337876375179356</id><published>2008-12-16T20:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:55:29.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rab ne banadi jodi</title><content type='html'>it was just a sudden plan made by my bro to this film.i was just returning home at 5:15 and my bro happened to call me up and just said that "show is at 5:45,rab ne banadi jodi" heck!how did he manage to get the tickets on the 1st day? and plus i wasn't in a mood to watch any film coz i was fatigued by the time i went home!i finally managed to go watch the much hyped film of this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surinder Sawhney (Shahrukh Khan) is an average, timid and unattractive government employee. He likes Taani (Anushka Sharma) when he goes to her wedding. She is the daughter of his college professor. When the groom-to-be dies in an accident, the dying professor asks Surinder to tie knot to Taani. They return to Amritsir and Taani tells Surinder that she wont love him even though she married him. But Surinder loves her a lot, but refrains from expressing it. It all changes when dance loving Taani wants to join a dance club. A stylist buddy of Surender gives him a new look. And he attends the dance club and gets introduced to Taani as Raj.i found this scene really stupid..why can't she recognize the person with whom she stays that too her own husband?lol.then Over a period of time, Taani gets bored with her husband Surinder and likes the company on Raj. raj proposes her and she falls in love with him and gets ready elope. on the final day of their dance competition,she refuses raj and says that she loves her husband surinder,she says that "mujhe unpe rab dekta hai" and finally raj feels happy and tells her that he is surinder in the form of dance!they win the competition...that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the story....1st half was okay and the second one was my god!really boring.they literally dragged it,i was yawning all through the film.the only thing i liked in the film was srk and the pani puri competion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a once watch film!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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jodi'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-508560166622408368</id><published>2008-12-14T12:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:57:57.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>slipped away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1d6elTwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bVN_v7fmtPA/s1600-h/ATcAAAAilAUMHyKRo7-vn6h6ztl6oR1nY5ShikrrJLLe_tEMXqHl7iAzW-cYJLvPLjosxOoXlmYfTa9_yWCo6wHBJudyAJtU9VDQmqPvMF3RkhTa7HChwiOFKBfP2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1d6elTwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bVN_v7fmtPA/s320/ATcAAAAilAUMHyKRo7-vn6h6ztl6oR1nY5ShikrrJLLe_tEMXqHl7iAzW-cYJLvPLjosxOoXlmYfTa9_yWCo6wHBJudyAJtU9VDQmqPvMF3RkhTa7HChwiOFKBfP2A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279544188703428354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget you, oh it's so sad&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me cause I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wake up&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wake up&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking why&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fake&lt;br /&gt;It happened, you passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are gone, now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go, there you go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you back&lt;br /&gt;Now you are gone, now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go, there you go,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere your not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day i found it won't be the same noo..&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day that i found it won't be the same oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this song to you my dear akhil....i want you to be happy wherever you are and will miss you forever!love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-508560166622408368?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/508560166622408368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=508560166622408368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/508560166622408368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/508560166622408368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/slipped-away.html' title='slipped away'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1d6elTwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bVN_v7fmtPA/s72-c/ATcAAAAilAUMHyKRo7-vn6h6ztl6oR1nY5ShikrrJLLe_tEMXqHl7iAzW-cYJLvPLjosxOoXlmYfTa9_yWCo6wHBJudyAJtU9VDQmqPvMF3RkhTa7HChwiOFKBfP2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1917952114896236044</id><published>2008-12-14T12:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:57:17.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i miss you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1TVQA-iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/n7LRNc1VMns/s1600-h/ATcAAAAW6yyWljzSr5hoijY1dYPdN7mGysUg_hGjfw3lfGpL4AFppoSljruJ8D5i3KyDVV3tLuYwSjbQlLG_Rc0SErHrAJtU9VBRnx_CJhDy7g95z1_6XeuUFGWneQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1TVQA-iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/n7LRNc1VMns/s320/ATcAAAAW6yyWljzSr5hoijY1dYPdN7mGysUg_hGjfw3lfGpL4AFppoSljruJ8D5i3KyDVV3tLuYwSjbQlLG_Rc0SErHrAJtU9VBRnx_CJhDy7g95z1_6XeuUFGWneQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279544006911523362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th December is a very gloomy day for me as i lost my friend "AKHIL"...he passed away last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember last year when i heard the news i was in tears and cried continuously for 3 days....no one could understand why i was crying except my mama.i couldn't digest the fact and repeatedly sent him offline messages hoping to get a reply and proving everyone wrong...but i haven't received any ans.i know akhil through my mama...i was very angry on god and i stopped believing him for few months...then i had  realized the truth and accepted the fact that he is no more in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was about to come to india on 16th december and we both planned to celebrate NEW YEAR together but perhaps it was not written in any of our destiny.its so strange that we both have never seen each other and we never spoke also.but the relationship which i shared with him was fantastic!he is a very shy person and i was the first girl whom he spoke to and believe me he was a real sweetheart!he was simple,naughty,kind,caring,friendly,loves chicken like hell!,damn intelligent,topper in his college,he doesn't booze neither fags,very much pampered and  innocent like a baby who wants to live life the most without thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,i know what must be going through his parents as he was the only child to them...his mum fell ill nearly for 6 months after his death and returned from USA recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people had told me that u don't exist at all....my answer to them is no matter what whether u exist or not,i know that we had conversations which i would cherish all through my life,and i can figure out your face in my thoughts and you will always remain "special" to me.i don't care what other think bout you but you will be always remembered and will be missed by me.i know you'll always watch me and you always wanted me to be happy in my life.but sweety!i really miss you loads...why did you ever have to leave?i wanna meet you,spend some quality time with you....there are no answers for my questions and solutions...there is always a "question mark" in my head when i think about you akki...i hope i'm not disappointing you and will always keep myself happy as i promised you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU! and LOVE YOU LOADS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1917952114896236044?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1917952114896236044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1917952114896236044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1917952114896236044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1917952114896236044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you!'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/SUS1TVQA-iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/n7LRNc1VMns/s72-c/ATcAAAAW6yyWljzSr5hoijY1dYPdN7mGysUg_hGjfw3lfGpL4AFppoSljruJ8D5i3KyDVV3tLuYwSjbQlLG_Rc0SErHrAJtU9VBRnx_CJhDy7g95z1_6XeuUFGWneQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3418565565840192350</id><published>2008-12-13T01:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:44:19.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its all over</title><content type='html'>FINALLY..!!&lt;br /&gt;my project is coming to an end and today is the last day for submission.seriously yaar!i got screwed up so badly all these days!i had to carry the damn project file everyday to the college and meet my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah...so no more late night works,no more taking out printouts,no more asking everyone to fill up the questionnaires,no more yelling at my group members..he he!i had to make them do their work yaar!,no more recharging my mobile everday..lol,no more bunking..oops i mean missing my class,no more scoldings from my mum for spending most of the time in front of the computer,and many more....wow!looks like sucha good ending...i'm extremely delighted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only major drawback is that i can't bunk my class in the name of project and there would be regular classes from monday onwards and i have to study for my EXAMS now!... :(i betta study cause 2nd year is damn tough and i don't have any idea bout the topics which i have....&lt;br /&gt;damn!i hate exams...they torment me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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over'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-6909395135186682544</id><published>2008-12-11T00:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:32:59.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>on the road</title><content type='html'>yupiee....finally i had learnt to ride my scooty*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night i had gone to necklace road along with my mama to finally give a end to my driving classes. and guess what?after 2 hours of non-stop driving,i was successful and could balance my bike on my own and i got rid off my dread of turnings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the whole journey as i had a very sensible and exciting chat with my mama, spoke about boo boo a lot..*smiles*. i wish to take boo boo on my  bike sometime,lets see what happens in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had nice panipuri at eatstreet and was overwhelmed cause this was the first time in my life that i had  come out of my house without my parents...aah! loved it!really loved it!i wish to go out everyday like this, i ain't that lucky though. but will surely get a chance to go on late night long drives when boo boo comes into my life!he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeyy!i can drive now....I'm proud of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-6909395135186682544?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/6909395135186682544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=6909395135186682544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6909395135186682544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/6909395135186682544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-road.html' title='on the road'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2633219761579843749</id><published>2008-12-08T22:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:02:51.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>time to play prank</title><content type='html'>time for playing pranks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night,i got a call at around 2am from a unknown number. i immediately cut it and that fella was going on calling me. i text him saying "whoz dis?" i got a reply from the other side that "hey rajesh here! i'm your junior and i'm seriously in love with you,please accept me,i'll go mad if you reject me",i was confused and asked him to talk to me directly in the college. then comes the message from vivi,he confessed that the rajesh fella was none other than him(assole). i very much believed whatever he had said to me and i messaged my friends asking about the non-exist character called rajesh. i'm so stupid to make a fool outta myself!but i ain't that stupid also cause i made a plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now!its my time for me to play a prank and i'm trying to fool my star and another friend ranjith. poor fellas were struggling so hard to find out about rajesh in the college today lolz.they kept asking each and every junior about this guy. star got disgusted watching me by the way i was blushing by taking rajesh's name.he he.chorry star!.here comes the twist, there actually exist a character called rajesh as my junior. i hope these two people don't do anything stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drag this for a longer time cause i'm enjoying every bit of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2633219761579843749?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-748228411537472461</id><published>2008-12-07T11:51:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:29:45.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>weird feeling</title><content type='html'>never in my life i felt so weird and pissed when i was at my cousin's engagement ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i have a ball when we all cousin's meet up and the parties were supposed to be the most memorable days. this time it was totally different,it was as if i was attending some strangers function...lol i couldn't help it neither my cousins cause even they had this same feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that whole evening was spent with my di and my cousin harika(dimpu) blabbering some nonsense to kill time. and our choreographer siddharth was even getting bored so  he cracked some stupid lil jokes which were not at all funny,but i dint have any option other than to laugh...he he.we even danced just for namesake,other wise we used to enjoy dancing. i wanted to go home and sleep so do the others. and the food omg! the worst dishes ever i had in my life. i swear! we seriously hated the food which was served there and went back home empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dying to get back home and eat something and sleep on my cozy cozy bed.i don't know what was wrong there. we felt like complete strangers out there.&lt;br /&gt;hope the marriage coming up on feb 14th doesn't bore us again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-748228411537472461?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/748228411537472461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=748228411537472461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/748228411537472461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/748228411537472461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird.html' title='weird feeling'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-1708736916449901993</id><published>2008-12-04T00:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:14:39.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>yeyy! yeyy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again dancing with my cousins after a long hiatus...*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost 2 years since i had danced with my cousins.idiots!none of them were ready to get married in these 2 years and my di is one hopeless gurl...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah!finally bunty(sandeep)is getting married and is getting engaged on 4th of December.and we all cousins got together which is very rare and had practiced dancing.i have gone to my cousin's place directly after my college,i was fatigued by the time everyone had come there.well!the choreographer siddharth was very very interesting...i swear!he appointed me as his assistant..he he and guess what guys?i got a new name today given by him.its "ESHU",the way he was pronouncing was really nice.I'm dancing on three songs:desi girl(dostana),lucky boy(bachna ae haseeno) and hey ya(kidnap),all the three are lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also challenged my friend that I'll be the first person to wish her on her b'day,hence i won i won!!so anusha HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweety!&lt;br /&gt;its not that i wanted to win,i seriously remember your birthday and i'm damn happy that i was the one amongst all to wish u da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-1708736916449901993?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/1708736916449901993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=1708736916449901993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1708736916449901993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/1708736916449901993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-4284594417730446874</id><published>2008-12-01T23:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:38:03.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>shame on you people!</title><content type='html'>what the hell do these politicians think of themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching television in anguish and anger,what do these politicians think of themselves?we are the one to vote for them and make them win expecting them to develop our country.but what are they doing when so many people are in trouble?they beg for votes only during elections and now when the same public who have once made them win needs help,they aren't ready to help.what kind of government is this?why can't they stick to their words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerala's CM MR.ACHUTHANANDAN has literally insulted major SANDEEP UNNIKRISHANAN and his family.he had made disgusting comments that "IF SANDEEP UNNIKRISHNAN HAD NOT BEEN A MAJOR,EVEN A DOG WOULD NOT HAVE GONE TO HIS HOUSE".is this what we expect a CM to say?i bet,noone would go to see his dead body when he is dead even though he is a CM.what do these bloody bastards know the real pain of losing their only son is?will these politicians sacrifice their lives for the country?well!everybody knows the answer,its NO!instead of feeling plaintive,they come and insult them.this fella has no manners and doesn't even respect anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these politicians who cannot step out of their house with several bodyguards talks about a commando.what a shame?he doesn't even have the right to talk about a commando,he's incapable!he doesn't deserve to call himself a leader.where were these politicians when these officers were fighting with the militants?where were they when the whole city was present near the taj when the operation was going on?and after everything was under control,they walk inside the place as a king as if they were the one who killed the militants.are these officers mad to sacrifice their lives for this country leaving their family and friends behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you people don't know how to the rule the country and don't respect the public,then quite your job and sit at home!let people alone do their work,give back our taxes which we were paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST YOU LOSERS!WE DON'T NEED YOU PEOPLE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN LOOK AFTER OURSELVES AND OUR COUNTRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-4284594417730446874?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/4284594417730446874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-2912560397669425997</id><published>2008-11-29T22:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:08:21.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the real heros</title><content type='html'>the mumbai terror attack has finally come to an end.taj is safe now leaving many dead bodies behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i salute the brave officers who lost their lives fighting for us and for our country without even thinking about their loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the names who sacrificed their lives for our nation are...&lt;br /&gt;hemanth karkare-Anti-Terrorism Squad Chief &lt;br /&gt;Gajendra Singh-NSG hawaldar&lt;br /&gt;vijay salaskar&lt;br /&gt;ashok kamte&lt;br /&gt;sandeep unnikrishnan-NSG commando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely sorry if i had missed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all agree with me that these people who lost their lives are the real heros of India and not the one from bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heartfelt condolence to those families who lost their loved ones in this attack and hopes for a speedy recovery to those who got injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India needs to wake up now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-2912560397669425997?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/2912560397669425997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=2912560397669425997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2912560397669425997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839703883701532025/posts/default/2912560397669425997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-heros.html' title='the real heros'/><author><name>aishu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186059336085113261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Hfc3Yd6nC8/TORChL2aKYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lG1kMRXunS8/S220/075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839703883701532025.post-3654783906085057005</id><published>2008-11-29T02:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:13:24.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>india's 9/11 sms</title><content type='html'>what students study in Pakistan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans:&lt;br /&gt;BE - bomb engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.B.B.S - member of bomb blasting society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIT - islamic institute of terrorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FORGIVING a terrorist should be left to GOD...&lt;br /&gt;but fixing their appointment with GOD is entirely our responsibility"-INDIAN ARMY jai hind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839703883701532025-3654783906085057005?l=aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishu-the-bonhomie.blogspot.com/feeds/3654783906085057005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839703883701532025&amp;postID=3654783906085057005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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