<?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-6767168687510823383</id><updated>2012-01-23T23:18:29.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CoQuEtTiNg FaY</title><subtitle type='html'>..With lots of dreams n aspirations ..!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-2186003029017751093</id><published>2012-01-23T23:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:18:29.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men are Honest (Funny story.. :D :D..)</title><content type='html'>One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.The woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt; The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.The woodcutter replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pILpPNhA5B0/Tx2dNgr64lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JprbQ182pSk/s1600/blog_funnyStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pILpPNhA5B0/Tx2dNgr64lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JprbQ182pSk/s320/blog_funnyStory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700885558758924882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up with ANGELINA JOLIE "Is this your wife?" the Lord asked.."Yes," cried the woodcutter.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to ANGELINA JOLIE, You would have come up with AISHWARYA RAI. Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife . Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to ANGELINA JOLIE ." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others..! :D&lt;br /&gt;Lolzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-2186003029017751093?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/2186003029017751093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=2186003029017751093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/2186003029017751093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/2186003029017751093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2012/01/men-are-honest-funny-story-d-d.html' title='Men are Honest (Funny story.. :D :D..)'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pILpPNhA5B0/Tx2dNgr64lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JprbQ182pSk/s72-c/blog_funnyStory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-5788764000836566481</id><published>2012-01-20T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:20:20.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ant and the Grasshopper : Indian version</title><content type='html'>I have no idea whose creative mind this has came out from, but this piece is awesome! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Story:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs dances plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mayawati states this as 'injustice' done on Minorities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven &amp; Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance) .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act'[POTAGA] , with effect from the beginning of the winter..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions in Government Services.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV, BBC, CNN.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy calls it 'A Triumph of Justice'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CPM calls it the 'Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many years later...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley ,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India ,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;....AND&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of losing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers, India is still a developing country...!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-5788764000836566481?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/5788764000836566481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=5788764000836566481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/5788764000836566481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/5788764000836566481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ant-and-grasshopper-indian-version.html' title='Ant and the Grasshopper : Indian version'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-4392010351709076179</id><published>2012-01-18T18:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:10:31.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Suspense Thriller..</title><content type='html'>A father puts his three year old daughter to bed,told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying&lt;br /&gt;"God bless Mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma and good-by grandpa."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day grandpa died.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father thought it was a strange coincidence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, which went like this:&lt;br /&gt;"God bless Mommy, God Bless daddy and good-bye grandma."&lt;br /&gt;The next day the grandmother died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other&lt;br /&gt;side.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her&lt;br /&gt;say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye daddy."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He practically went into shock.He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his&lt;br /&gt;office.He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the&lt;br /&gt;clock.He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there,looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.&lt;br /&gt;Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of&lt;br /&gt;my life."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She said "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what&lt;br /&gt;happened HERE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He asked "What"??????&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She said  "This morning our neighbor James suddenly died."  ;) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-4392010351709076179?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/4392010351709076179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=4392010351709076179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/4392010351709076179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/4392010351709076179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2012/01/suspense-thriller.html' title='Suspense Thriller..'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-3450914431792469393</id><published>2011-11-20T19:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:15:36.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CSR: A Social Mission Creating Societal –Value Creation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is a fact that CSR activities are accelerating at a rapid pace and about 90% of all major corporate firms are involved in these activities. Another surprising but welcoming sight is that the private sector is making its presence felt in CSR activities than the public sector. They work on issues relating to health care, education, women’s empowerment, slum improvement, etc. Most of the companies have a formal policy to hold out CSR activities as internal projects, and a proportion is accorded to the NGOs as direct financial assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been volunteering for promoting social causes since my college times. And when I landed in Accenture, I could use the opportunity to leverage my knowledge and experience here in various CSR initiatives. It gives me immense satisfaction to help others and support them in shaping their lives in better way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very first experience started with plant sapling at Dr. Reddy's foundation club followed by Devnar-a school for blind but phenomenal children- experience to Ashray-Akruti- organization working for hearing impaired and unprivileged children. The journey so far has been full of learning and different experience.aping their lives in better way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many ways to return to mankind. In addition to monetary help, there are other ways to do charity and support less privileged. Love Your Neighbour-Chapter- Hyderabad India- a program I have started in guidance with Katie Spears from Martin country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The motive is to provide a platform to connect and show our love for our neighbours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every month we will plan to help families who are experiencing hardship by preparing and delivering dinner meals or collecting items and/or gift cards for donation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too can help families with basic co&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYN is a non-profit start-up in Hyderabad, which allows you the ways to join this movement of bringing real change in lives of many.mmodities, kids with books, old ones with care and much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me on: &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/loveyourneighbor.Hyderabad/"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/gr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/loveyourneighbor.Hyderabad/"&gt;oups/loveyourneighbor.Hyderabad/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tL3gJMW2zQ/TskEKzlX2pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mnIDHrSr2k0/s320/serving_community4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677073388969384594" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..You can help as many families as you want on a continuous basis thereby ensur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ing that their specific needs are met and they improve overall on a consistent basis. We always think of giving back to the society, to do something for “Social Service”, but we are never able to channelize our efforts and time in an organized and sustained basis. So energize yourself and use today’s day and age technology, which allows you to work through LYN online from your home or workplace. You can regularly update the details of the needy families around you, and we will support you online through the NGO network to enable you to ensure that their needs are met through relevant NGOs with expertise in the field. If you are keen, you can also support through your efforts in the field when you can spare the time individually or through your friends and associates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-3450914431792469393?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/3450914431792469393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=3450914431792469393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3450914431792469393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3450914431792469393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2011/11/csr-social-mission-creating-societal.html' title='CSR: A Social Mission Creating Societal –Value Creation!'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tL3gJMW2zQ/TskEKzlX2pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mnIDHrSr2k0/s72-c/serving_community4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-1496442468375847294</id><published>2007-11-10T20:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:37:21.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The SuCCeSS Mantra..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; comes to those who work 4 it. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;PaSSion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; makes d world go around.&lt;br /&gt;Passion-Passion, for wht u r doin in important. It is d secret of success. More thn academics degree or study courses, I believe this helps. You've to be passionate abt wht u r doing, frm tht comes the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; for quality tht make u successful. Thts goes even for enterprises, private jobs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Might be wondering, y such a thoughtful post instead of lively ones as b4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jst becoz, my exams on d way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-1496442468375847294?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/1496442468375847294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=1496442468375847294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/1496442468375847294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/1496442468375847294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2007/11/success-mantra.html' title='The SuCCeSS Mantra..'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-8810664734261260851</id><published>2007-09-04T15:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:18:09.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BaCk To SchooooOOOOOooooolllLLL .... Yeah..!!! (Confession Time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This post is basically for my Mom n my friend's mom too.. Mom we both r very sorry for our mischievous acts ..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;done during school times&lt;/span&gt; ).Hope u 4give us. Actually Mom ..I'm really sorry.. n this is d best way to apologize but see my frd.. no regrests.. lol &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;... Stop it Taz.. I'm serious while writtin al these down.&lt;br /&gt;Wel dis notion of apology came in mind.. while I was surfing thru various music channel n I came across a video clip of "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PTKK&lt;/span&gt;" .. tht reminded me of my notoriousness .&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Well don't panic so much.. u'l get to know al abt &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PTKK&lt;/span&gt;.. need to go thru my confession letter.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;.. Oops wrong gesture.. man I'm really sorry ..frm bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So Mom ..here d story begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was year 2001 .. wen I was in 9th std. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;not tht small even.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) Yeah quiet small to do al these craps..&lt;br /&gt;U n pa were out of Indore n my dear big B .. struggling hard to score (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;aftral Engg. got very tough since my brother got into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Now scene was such .. I poor baby (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) .. gets a call frm her very beloved n precious frd TAZ (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Actually in skul time, ga'l finds her frd to be sum1 no less thn an ANGEL.. so was I.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to cum 4 a movie .(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;hey 2001 is not sum BC period.. tht time Regal n Sapna Sangeeta(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Inox now ..its new version&lt;/span&gt;)..were Indorian's favourite freaking junctions. &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I told her my situation..n regreted for not joinin her on d mission to excitement. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Though I myself wanted to go n watch d movie.. basic reason was.. its controversies.. for certifying it as 'U/A' .. now I got to understand these tracts to make ur business grow ..lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taz failed to make me agree 4 d movie.. She dropped down d phone. I was very angry wid ownself 4 hurtin my Angel.. I was wonderin.. sumhow I cud make up her mood.&lt;br /&gt;Know wht.. my frd was my copy.. she didnot loose faith.. called me bac stating tht few more classmates (read as &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Saheliya&lt;/span&gt;) r interested too.. to join us in dis expedition..&lt;br /&gt;Bravooooooo.... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:-).&lt;/span&gt; But thn.. I being a perfect daughter..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;com'on every1 tries to be .. dont laugh..&lt;/span&gt;).. felt uneasy to leave d house widout permission..(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;wel.. no doubt.. I was sure not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt; to get their permission 4 d movie even ..tht too PTKK.. neverrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; n also I was left at home 4 security reasons too.. hey hey.. home security.. pity me..&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt; (wen a 9th std ga'l is too small to step out of house widout notifying.. how she can be left alone to take care of d house.. wht if any robber comes n robs d house.. thn wht..????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taz kept trying tht sumhow, I say '&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;'.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Now who'l tell her tht me too diein to watch d movie :p..n not only her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;). She even convinced me tht we'll be bac b4 my parents drop bac into home.(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ya 4got to tell u.. my mom n pa went out 4 a religious ceremony early morning n were to be bac by evenin 7pm&lt;/span&gt;) so had lot much time.. n 12 noon show was d best ever time we cud spend ..watchin &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PTKK&lt;/span&gt;.. wow man. .I was flyin in air wid comely thoughts (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;felt 4 d 1st time. .tht yeah me growin..&lt;/span&gt;).She even told me tht she gonna lie to her mom too(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;her parents were here only.. but see how brave is my Angel... Luv u babes 4 tht&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ..&lt;br /&gt;Like a gud frd. .I finally said yes.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;aftral who wont be happy&lt;/span&gt;). It was 10am in d wall clock.. had 1 n1/2 hrs to dress like princess..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;as if I was abt to leave 4 my own movie premier..lol&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Thank god to technology.. tht time thr was no fashion of catching elements called "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MOBILES&lt;/span&gt;".. So had no fear of being caught .&lt;br /&gt;Now as decided we met at Regal Square at 11:30am. God.. tht was so scary ..she came wid her mom.. my face jst turned pale.. coz thr were no other frds of ours.. jst she n me.. I was gettin buried ..wished if earth cud crack up to engulf me in.. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:-??&lt;/span&gt;... n on top a bullet of question fired on me.. wen I greeted her Mom.. 'Namaste Aunty'.. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Where are Rashi N Swati..??&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God ..now whoz Rashi n Swati.. only these 2 might 've known themselves..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;).B4 I cud open my mouth to spell out few words. .my angel saved me..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;I know.. she saved herself.. huh&lt;/span&gt;).. She said.. " Mom u go.. both r on their way .. Rite Monika.. ?? (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Felt like hitting her down 4 her lie to call me dis way..&lt;/span&gt;).. But thn controllin my emotions.. I gave a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt left her on d square n went off. .Now save Taz frm me.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;y d hell she lied to me.. I was her best frd. .n she my Angel. .Y didnt she made me d part of dis play well in advance&lt;/span&gt;).But she cud read my face.. n said sorry b4 I cud bust out..so sweet&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; :-)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was already 10min wastage in tht useless conversation.. n PTKK excitement was killin me.. so we both went to buy d tickets. I was jst lookin ard.. hidin myself.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;coz it does happen.. wen u r out dis way widout ur parent's concern.. sum1 is likely to see u n catch u... Thank god dis doesnt happened to me tht day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;). Wen we were abt to reach d ticket counter.. sum1 called us frm bac.. "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sunno.. ye toh baddo ki picture hai na.. kya bacche isse dekh sakte hai.. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;We turned bac wid white face to see tht fellow.. goosh.. a 45 yr old stranger man askin us.. n look wht he had done.. He questioned us so loudly tht whole crowd had thr eyes on us (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;felt like criminals.. al eyes on u.. n u r exposed.. &lt;/span&gt;) .Hell !!! Screamed my frd. . '&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No Idea Uncle.. n we r not kids&lt;/span&gt; '.. (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No idea uncle&lt;/span&gt; was gud enuff .. but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;y d hell&lt;/span&gt; she said '&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We r not kids&lt;/span&gt;'.. aftral we were.. &lt;/span&gt;). I was quite sure not to get d ticket coz tht ticket wala (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;) was an active spy in d conversation. But still.. he gave us 2 tickets.. Wow man.. now it was confirm tht we'l get to see d movie 4 sure.. It was 5 mins left to enter for our 12-3 wala show.. me n she ..both were dancin (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;wel not really..dancin wid happiness.. tk it as a gesture man.. lol&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;But tel u..those 5 mins were d terrific ones.. A stupid, silly, cheap,useless,creep (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;actually al these abuses n many more I had learnt frm my angel only.. he he he.. baby thanx 4 tht.. dont give me dis angry look while readin dis.. &lt;/span&gt;) started starring us..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;actually her.. coz she was much more excited thn me&lt;/span&gt;).. He followed us thruout d hall(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;though hall was not tht enuff big even&lt;/span&gt;).. Troubled her.. oops us.. too much. Sumhow we manage to ignore him as if we were not affected.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but we were&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Wht was gud in him was his fair color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.. n nothin else.. (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Oops sorry Taz.. we r here 4 movie only&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Wen it was time to enter in.. a ticket checker pointed few kids who were insistin to enter in.. Man he kicked those kids out.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Were we d nexx in queue to be kicked off ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) .. I do take tensions.. n other tension which was killin me was for my parents. .wht if they get to know al these.. I'l be dead 4 sure.&lt;br /&gt;But as usual again nothin happened.. we got d entry .. n finally.. climbin 4 a floor.. we were inside d hall... Ooooo.. so dark inside.. n &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PTKK&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was a thrilling experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in search of our place.. god.. I expected a centered row n centered seat .. Hell man.. last 2nd row.. 3rd n 4th seats frm d corner.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Such seats r gud 4 love-birds.. not us&lt;/span&gt;).. But thn.. had no option.. coz movie was abt to begin..&lt;br /&gt;so we sat on d chairs we got.. n d movie began.. (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Am I acting as if I was watchin d movie 4 d 1st time.. Well nope.. I had seen movies like Jurassic park n lost world.. wid my family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;) ..&lt;br /&gt;God.. movie began wid sum hot clips.. I was wonderin.. is it really a 'A' movie.. man.. But d movie was'U/A'(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hey a certificate is shown b4 any movie starts.. but still its Ram Gopal Verma's movie.. spicy 4 sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;So d movie&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; PTKK&lt;/span&gt;.. oops.. 'vent I mentioned d name b4.. well it was " &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PYAAR TUNE KYA KIYA&lt;/span&gt;" starring Urmila (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;4 whom I came to see d movie&lt;/span&gt;) wid sum Fardeen Khan (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;who d hell 've any interest in him.. a monkey faced man..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rt1TsuQ_5JI/AAAAAAAAACE/DJwOglXJRFw/s1600-h/Pyaar+tune+kya+kiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106329580306687122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rt1TsuQ_5JI/AAAAAAAAACE/DJwOglXJRFw/s200/Pyaar+tune+kya+kiya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MY GOD am going crazy!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; screamed my Angel again.. drawin all last two row's attention. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;was tht d situation to scream abt.. tht d movie has began.. Hell I cud see tht.. my eyes were not closed.. paid 35/- not to sleep.. huh&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;In the movie everything went well except Fardeen's entry I said who the hell wants him in this movie( &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Urmila is doing great&lt;/span&gt;) and at the same time Taz said WOW Fardeen he is so cute(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;stupid gal you dont know how much i hate him,i am feeling like strangling you to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Ya if it was Aamir instead.. I wud've d same expressions as tht of hers..lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; But had to be sweet... aftral it was her plan tht made my dream cum true.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Ohh com'on..a 9th std ga'l wont dream 4 any IIT or smth..&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;D title track Pyaar tune kya kiya.. raised so many questions in my brain ..n my angel answered thm so well..(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I wonder y dont she solve out our subject ques bank dis way..lol&lt;/span&gt;) .. Infact d whole movie was a hit..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Though a super flop..&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;While it was d ending .. I felt like weepin .. movie's end made me emotional.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;My angel.. didnt even bother to see me.. as if 4 her.. d movie was important n not me&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Finally d movie ended.. n we stepped out discussing d weak points in d movie n gud ones too &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Not to get naughty abt.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I came drivin my white Kinetic to d hall.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;F9.. I had no License even.. so wht.. nobody checked d whole way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;) ..So we said each other bye.. n promised to meet in school 2moro.. Actually it was sunday ..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;but still we cud get d tickets ..jst 1/2 hrs bac.. Yippy..&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I came home by 3:20pm.. feeling so relaxed tht my mom n pa wud never ever sum to know abt this.. But...&lt;br /&gt;Hey bhagwan.. on my gate (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Tht time I used to live in a flat&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;my ......................................&lt;br /&gt;....my neighbor standin on door.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Hell.. wht is he doin here.. I felt as if my big B bac frm to home on his PL.. thank god again.. tht it was no1 frm my family&lt;/span&gt;) . My neighbor was in search of keys if his mom has left those wid us (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Her mom was out too.. Wow.. y dont he too go n watch d same movie.. lol&lt;/span&gt;) . I nodded my face n said ' no bhaiya I dont 've ur keys.. Wonderin ..he enquired ..4 where was I...(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Y dont he mind his own business.. is he my chowkkidar or wht..&lt;/span&gt;)..but still d trouble was not over.. might be he tell his mom n his mom to mine. .tht I was found out of home at such time.. cud 've proved worse 4 me... Smiling... n in cheerful tone ..I said ..I was at my frd's place who stays in d nexx buildin.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Thanks to my bus stop.. helped me to've a new frd 4 me.. She was in APS stayin in nexx buildin of mine..sharing same bus stop..Yuhuuu..&lt;/span&gt;).. He went off n I entered in.. singing d melodious songs frm d movie &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;PTKK&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tht was a nice experience.. I changed n went on bed to take some rest.. Suddenly..d phone rang.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;hell man.. cant sum1 've a peaceful nap 4 a while&lt;/span&gt;).. It was my angel Taz... who called me bac to tell tht she has reached home safely (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;actually she went bac home viz auto.. so I only had asked her to ping me bac.&lt;/span&gt;)..For 20 mins or so.. we talked over d movie .. scene which we liked.. n ones we dont.. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Sum1 tell her. .I liked d whole movie.. even if I had to cry at d end.. lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Sumhow I killed my time. .n it was 7pm ..wen my mom n pa returned bac to home.. My mom took me in her arms as if I was 4 yr old child.. Mom's love.. so pure so divine.. i felt so relaxed..&lt;br /&gt;Wen she asked ..wht I did d whole day alone.. I lied her.. was busy doing my assignments.. hell man.. Y am I liein to my own mother.. D thought was pinchin me inside. . but since my frd told me not to speak a word on dis matter. .I kept shut.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I sudnt do tht.. aftrall my family has got full right on me. I had a sleepless nite.. I was full of fear.. n tears..&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly mom came in ..got shocked to see my situation.. but I again lied her... tht I had a bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;God ..how bad am I..?? Had a gloomy day.. met Taz in school..told her my situation.. I was not able to face my mom even.. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;tht was smth more killin thn Urmila's figure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;I've been admiring Urmila 4 maintaining herself so well.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;.I told her. .tht i'l go n confess to my mom al tht dis evenin itself.. but was bound under her swear..&lt;br /&gt;So mom accept this post as my confession..had no other way out to tell u (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Though i know.. u'l never ever read it..but stil.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;This was jst not one of my naughtiness.. I even didnt tell u tht.. me n Taz had copied d test paper kept in d staff room.. b4 d exams only (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Laughin n pity case.. d paper was changed b4 d exam itself ..poor we.. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;). Didnt tell u.. tht I was d one who threw out hindi teacher's guide out in d school garden.. n also.. I was d one .. who used to sing songs in d class but never got caught..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Taz remember tht.. Pyaar ki Kasthi mai.. d song frm Kaho na Pyaar hai.. Hrithik.. my craze at tht time..lol&lt;/span&gt;).. n also wht we frds used to go in bus.. troublin ppl on roads.. hittin thm down wid chocks.. Didnt even tell u.. tht once I signed myself on ur behalf.. had a bad result in 5th std(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;class test&lt;/span&gt;) ..though I topped thn in finals....(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Mom ur signatures r very easy to copy.. :p&lt;/span&gt;).. n many more..list seem to be endless..&lt;br /&gt;Wud end it here.. Hey Taz baby..waitin 4 ur comments.. Hurrayyyyyyy !!! Now findin myself out of burden I was carrying since tht day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Well to shock u baby.. my mo'm knows everythin.. Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wen I re-collect my school life.. I go mad. .had a splendid n best school life..one cud ever imagine to've... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.L. 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(Confession Time)'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rt1TsuQ_5JI/AAAAAAAAACE/DJwOglXJRFw/s72-c/Pyaar+tune+kya+kiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-145951735769217027</id><published>2007-04-23T13:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:29:04.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>V5 Freaks n Our Sacchi Kahani..</title><content type='html'>I never knew what was the purpose of me gettin into ENGG, until I bumped to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.V.I.T.S., Indore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet the freaks like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;G.Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ankit Saxena&lt;/span&gt;(D cool bunny..oops I mean Kool buddy)... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt; (My Dearest Pal) n our Big B.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ashish Verma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Verma Beta..[;)] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I Never realized wht, True happines was untill I met these ppl......But when I realized it was already too late &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;as I had already met them n there was no way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;....[:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;But since then n now life has not been easy for'em either....They had to bear my poor jokes (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Actually the jokes are not poor rather what's poor is their sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;). Nevertheless in these two years I have taught them too..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the art of cracking poor jokes&lt;/span&gt;...n Laughing Out Load when no one else laughs at ur jokes....[:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here begins d story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Time:12:50pm. Sat April 21. 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...It was a very hot summer day..but wid a cool climate.. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;See even summers r cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..[;)])&lt;br /&gt;We 5.. were feeling exhausted.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y not.. aftr such heavy n borin lectures..wht one can expect frm we serious n studious students..,&lt;/span&gt; planned to run away frm d clg. But see our gud-luck.. the new RULE OF D CLG..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; GA'LS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE D PREMISES WIDOUT PERMISSION..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HA HA HA.. Monika n Shruti needs permission.. not a big deal.. but we wanted to break d rules..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aftr all thts d real fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;Searched ard d whole clg.. didnt took long..coz our clg is hardly few metres wide..[:D][:D].. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope my clg management doesnt read all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a place to eacape out.. but now troubles r, our best-friend. One of our gang member got stuck in bars.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;arre we r not caught man.. story toh abhi shuru hui hai&lt;/span&gt;..).. Now whole of my team got indulged in pullin d pal out frm it. Sum-how, we manage to get thru. Thn like an typical hindi movie.. my duppatta got stuck in spines.. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do I need to explain.. if I was in need of any help too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..[;)])&lt;br /&gt;Walkin along d road.. followin our Raju Guide..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Rahul.. our free ka guide&lt;/span&gt;) went to d hills jst behind our clg campus. No longer it took for us to reach d hills thru plain fertile fields n kaccha-paccha roads..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Waise us raaste ko road kahna wud be an insult&lt;/span&gt;..). Aftr all we did a hard job to climb up a hill. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Not a joke u c&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Riyh5Fo-joI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eyq8j9OGP-Q/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056594483768888962" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Riyh5Fo-joI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eyq8j9OGP-Q/s200/DSC02775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While movin thru our way.. we found a well...(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a well wid water ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;).. Tht was a best place where I had a chance to eliminate a major competition.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Arre. topper of my class was wid me.. we all thought to push him into d well&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;[:D][:D].. But since.. he was our Raju guide.. cudnt do tht. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But Next time..paccha..not gonna miss dis golden chance&lt;/span&gt;..[;)]).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very straight hill.To reach its top was a difficult task which we indeed..did it. Wen we were abt to reach d top, our Big B'.. started speakin..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;God knows wht made him quite thruout d way.. Ankit was already wid cotton balls&lt;/span&gt;..[:D] ).. Yup , so he started off wid his gr8t ideaz n projects..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Technical Banda hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8)]..) .Planned to built up a railway station thr on d flat top of d hill wid a over-bridge connectin our college..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;See how kind Ashish is 4 students frm Ujjain n Dewas&lt;/span&gt;..[:D])&lt;br /&gt;Who cared to listen all tht.. but me a very polite n kind ga'l..cudnt ignore his day-dreams..had to engulf as such..[;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Riymelo-jsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NsESLOMC8ZQ/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056599526060494530" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Riymelo-jsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NsESLOMC8ZQ/s200/DSC02820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thr was a hut&lt;/strong&gt;.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A 5-star room 4 us..since we were so tired climbin all d way to d top&lt;/span&gt;).We sat thr for a hour or so... had warm disccusions.. had friendly fights, cleared all d misunderstandings..(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Frankly speakin..tht was d most memorable moment spent thr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056596880360640162" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/RiykElo-jqI/AAAAAAAAABk/zh9xydjnCKE/s200/DSC02842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Had lot many photo-sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. [/)].&lt;br /&gt;Well it was 4:15 in a watch.. time to leave but.. suddenly.. it clicked us tht we r jst behind our clg campus..(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Actually ..all got all involved tht neither d time, nor d heat nor d place made us feel d terror of d clg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..).So planned to take few snaps of ur clg too..&lt;br /&gt;Thn was d time to cum back.. n let me tell u.. its d most fun-full time..one ever cud 've.We all sumhow got thru d second level of d hill(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ok 1st let me make u know ..a lil bit abt d hill.. it was a straight hill wid wavy slopes.. n was divided into 3 level&lt;/span&gt;.. )..so wen it was time to get down finally..we all got stuck.. coz thr was no way to move thru, slowly n safely.. But our heros RaHuL n AsHiSh.. had a monkey type jump to d level 1st.(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;afterall past is reflected in actions na&lt;/span&gt;..[;)]) . I again.. used my brain..[8)].. followed a long..but a safe route.. Now u see.. accha kaam karo..toh ..ppl tend to follow u.. so was Ankit.. Now Shruti was expected to do d same but.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;few r thr.. never learn anythin b4 gettin hurt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So she tried to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;superga'l..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tried d same way follwed by our Heros..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;phir kya.. she .. FELL DOWN.. [:D][:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humpty- dumpty sat on a wall.. Humpty-dumpty had a gr8t fall.."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A known poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Now read dis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shruti Shruti.. stood on a slope.. Shruti Shruti.. had a gr8t show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Skiddin along d hill flow.. Shruti Shruti..cudnot dive slow.&lt;/span&gt;.[:D][:D]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all Shruti is a real champ.. A very kool n sweet ga'l. Shez d one wid whom..till now..'vin my gr8test time at clg n outside too. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Prayin tht our frdship lasts 4ever&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;She sud thanx Rahul 4 savin her.. N I'm gonna thanx Ashish 4 coverin those sparklin humourous show tht made d trip more full of fun.. masti all d way..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/RiylDVo-jrI/AAAAAAAAABs/9MhjgTNuEtI/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056597958397431474" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/RiylDVo-jrI/AAAAAAAAABs/9MhjgTNuEtI/s200/DSC02862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thn finally.. back to road.. n enter d clg as if we won sum battle flield..Like champions.. fear of nothin.. went to d canteen.. had a very sweet Tea.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now in tht too.. again a prob.. we were 5 n tea-cups were 3&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; ).. Now one can imagine.. kya hua..aftr tht..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I sud end up..coz busses r abt to leave.. n we need to run to catch them.. its already 5:05pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hope to've few more trips.. infact.. few more jolly trips.. Waise had one such trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;MANDAV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.. ab tht story..later on..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-145951735769217027?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/145951735769217027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=145951735769217027&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/145951735769217027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/145951735769217027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2007/04/v5-freaks-n-our-sacchi-kahani.html' title='V5 Freaks n Our Sacchi Kahani..'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Riyh5Fo-joI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eyq8j9OGP-Q/s72-c/DSC02775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-3229533786719199019</id><published>2007-04-13T02:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:55:49.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>S2 n Me..</title><content type='html'>My sweetest pal 4 life.. Suruchi..&lt;br /&gt;Very gud at playin pranks..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thts true.. aftr-all shez my student..&lt;/span&gt;[8)]).&lt;br /&gt;Her fav song.. " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ding-Dong.. Mona Sing a song&lt;/span&gt;.. "&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well I can see 2 ppl smilin readin dis&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052991662177208546" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 204px; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rh_VJRUVSOI/AAAAAAAAABE/DV5CT6pHUgE/s200/dhosi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was mid-nite ..22nd march o7..&lt;br /&gt;I n dhosi..inside d guest house.. god knows wht went wrong wid us.. came out ofour room.. chillin out in d garden.. no fear.. nothin.. all alone.. gosshhh.. enjoyin a photo session.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew.. we can 've life's most unforgetable moments out thr.&lt;br /&gt;We three as a team.. had lots of fun..gained lot much informations.&lt;br /&gt;But ya.. must say.. Abhishek.. wud never-ever 4get our high-level jokes... [:D]...&lt;br /&gt;S2 n me had a fight too.. ab u know na.. its hard to resist wid goody-goody ppl like me 4 long... But all was fine by d time.. I've got a big heart ..u see..[;)]..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-3229533786719199019?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/3229533786719199019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=3229533786719199019&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3229533786719199019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3229533786719199019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2007/04/s2-n-me.html' title='S2 n Me..'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rh_VJRUVSOI/AAAAAAAAABE/DV5CT6pHUgE/s72-c/dhosi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-2890731294332689662</id><published>2007-04-13T02:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:55:49.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FuTuRa-2047</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rh6c-xUVSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/XbArffNmf0I/s1600-h/DSC00048+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052648434160715906" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 183px; height: 146px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rh6c-xUVSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/XbArffNmf0I/s200/DSC00048+%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story begins here..&lt;/div&gt;Year 2047..&lt;p&gt;Well in yr 2047.. in his old age.. was scolded by his oldie-goldie(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;better-half..&lt;/span&gt;)..for jst sittin n doin nothin. So he planned to make his sweety happy. Got up n started clearlin up d book shelves. Suddenly.. a book tumbled down on his head.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dont worry no memory loss..[:D]&lt;/span&gt;).. And a leaf came out flyin . Tht was d frdship leaf.. gifted to him by me n S2.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dilliwal.. now in flashback..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;40 years back&lt;/span&gt;) tellin abt d trip to IIT-Roorkee in yr 2007..March 23rd to 26th to his oldie-goldie n grandchildren....[:D][:D]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a guy named Abhishek.. was a total fuse. But a computer maniac. Got selected for presentin pprs n ideaz in one of d IIT.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanx to his frd Monika.. who used her brain to write all tht stuff in d ppr to make it reach d finals..[8)]&lt;/span&gt;) .&lt;br /&gt;Once while roamin wid his frds..me n S2.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S2--Ohhoo..Suruchi Shinde.. arre baba..even shez in d story&lt;/span&gt;.) Ya.. so while freakin ard d campus of tht IIT.. S2 found few dry-out leaves. Thn we both (Me n Dilli..) were made to pick one each 4 ourself. Tht was a token n memorable sign of our frdship...But since chicki..(Ohh I mean Abhishek).. was a fuse.. didnt follow d utility of those stuffs. Yup..even tht was true.. tht he was a lucky chap(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucky.. wonderin how..?? Well a guy in company of 2 beautiful gal's .. wht if its jst.. 4 d sake of presentation...&lt;/span&gt;[;)]).&lt;br /&gt;Thn..I n S2 made him realise tht importance of those leaves..To keep it safe as a part of golden days as sweet memory. He followed us in a min only n agreely accepted d leaf. Poor fellow.. waise bhi.. he was not left wid any other option even.[/)]&lt;br /&gt;Had a gr8t time .. made many frds.. n since we..Me N S2.. were thr..so Mr. Dilliwal.. had to control his butterflies inside his tommy.. jst to be deccent thruout d journey. [;)]&lt;br /&gt;Thn guess wht.. Dilliwal.. was made to wake up.. He was shocked to find himself in d bus.. infact in d clg bus S.V.I.T.S.,Indore.. n tht was yr 2007 April 12th..II mid-terms.. [:O].. Goosh.. always sleepin.. n day dreamin..[:D]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-2890731294332689662?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/2890731294332689662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=2890731294332689662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/2890731294332689662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/2890731294332689662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2007/04/story-abt-abhishek-dilliwal.html' title='FuTuRa-2047'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R__gctJDTY4/Rh6c-xUVSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/XbArffNmf0I/s72-c/DSC00048+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767168687510823383.post-3440946927119090139</id><published>2007-04-13T02:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:40:59.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Intro Time..</title><content type='html'>Well.. thts me , wid my frds n team-mates @ IIT Roorkee.. Main V.I.P. Guest House.. waitin 4 a yummy break-fast to be served..[:P]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wud like to introduce my frds... Thts Abhishek Dilliwal.. more specificially.. Chicki.. [:D].. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He'll surely kill me aftr readin dis&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Awesome guy ,full of humor n extra long stories.. a total 24X7 radio-station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Followed by lady in pink.. my best frd Suruchi Shinde. Dhosi ..tht wht we address each other. Active, sweet, cute, kind hearted, trustworthy gal.. All in all.. an angel. Fuse sum-times.. [;)].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least.. me..Monika.. Monika Agrawal... jst to describe me in short..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The unfold mystery&lt;/span&gt;..!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet more to discover abt myself..[8)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767168687510823383-3440946927119090139?l=monika-agrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/3440946927119090139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767168687510823383&amp;postID=3440946927119090139&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3440946927119090139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767168687510823383/posts/default/3440946927119090139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monika-agrawal.blogspot.com/2007/04/well_12.html' title='Intro Time..'/><author><name>Monika Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117932602690336767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfE05Oufs8A/TskKmF_DRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4SUJeVdXnIw/s220/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
