<?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-2267204621012594767</id><updated>2012-01-19T03:41:24.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abt Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-5414318812647872594</id><published>2010-11-06T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:47:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gone are those days!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When frnds were anytime d best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We prefer d Rest...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rather than&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going to a frnd's nest......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gone are those days....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-5414318812647872594?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/5414318812647872594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=5414318812647872594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5414318812647872594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5414318812647872594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2010/11/gone-are-those-days-when-frnds-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-1477573431915999982</id><published>2008-09-24T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:16:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried my best&lt;br /&gt;But could not have it.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing like priceless&lt;br /&gt;Infact It has a price&lt;br /&gt;But my bad luck&lt;br /&gt;I could not turn my dream into reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-1477573431915999982?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/1477573431915999982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=1477573431915999982' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/1477573431915999982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/1477573431915999982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/09/alas.html' title='Alas!'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-544376382966057792</id><published>2008-06-10T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T03:34:15.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'I' Tag from Chakoli.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amxFpWP3ePc/SE5YMfLis9I/AAAAAAAABvA/LB_w-93Q43o/s1600-h/7283_1127852061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210198790465827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amxFpWP3ePc/SE5YMfLis9I/AAAAAAAABvA/LB_w-93Q43o/s320/7283_1127852061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; am: Ofcourse Sandhya.:-)&lt;br /&gt;I think: I should be at my Boss’s chair.&lt;br /&gt;I know: Only how to make “Maggie’.&lt;br /&gt;I want: There should be only 1 working day in a week.&lt;br /&gt;I have: A nice circle of dancing divas.&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I can fly.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: People who spit on roads.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: My Home when I am in office and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;I fear: Of my nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Very alone at sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I hear: My parent’s nok-jhok everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I smell: Perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;I crave: For Someone.&lt;br /&gt;I search: Sharekhan.com everday.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: Why my neighbor’s kids are not in Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;I regret: After cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love: Shopping&lt;br /&gt;I ache: Whenever I have to walk for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I am not: A kid mumma. (Mostly used sentence)&lt;br /&gt;I believe: Whatever happens,happens for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I dance: Everyday in my dance class.&lt;br /&gt;I sing: When I dance.&lt;br /&gt;I cry: While watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always: believe what other say.&lt;br /&gt;I fight: With my younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;I write: Mostly with pencil.&lt;br /&gt;I win: the battle only with my younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;I lose: the bet always.&lt;br /&gt;I never: drink Tea and Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I always: Want to be slim and trim.&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: only others.&lt;br /&gt;I listen: To music while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: Sleeping at my home.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: Of Lizards.&lt;br /&gt;I need: A new dress on every occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: That I don’t have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine: Myself as a Ramp-Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Tag: Aarthi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-544376382966057792?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/544376382966057792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=544376382966057792' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/544376382966057792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/544376382966057792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-tag-from-chakoli.html' title='&apos;I&apos; Tag from Chakoli.'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amxFpWP3ePc/SE5YMfLis9I/AAAAAAAABvA/LB_w-93Q43o/s72-c/7283_1127852061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-5544072163071410604</id><published>2008-05-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:52:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic of the Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Exams are approaching and books are in Hand. The moment I open the book, feel like sleeping. Now, I can understand why the students don’t suffer with insomnia :-). I only study whenever I have an intuition that my mother can ask me to help her in kitchen and as soon as her kitchen work completes my study for the day is also complete. The most hilarious is that my sister has taken official leave from her office for assisting me in studies and I am still coming to the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend I’m planning to visit my nani’s home and I hardy get a sleep over there. So, I have packed my books for the weekend too:-).&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/2267204621012594767-5544072163071410604?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/5544072163071410604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=5544072163071410604' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5544072163071410604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5544072163071410604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/05/magic-book.html' title='Magic of the Books'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-4989304691219555042</id><published>2008-04-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:43:00.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSWORD :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OMG! I am fed up with remembering user id and passwords of g-mail, Rediffmail, Yahoo, SAP Ids, System’s Password, Orkut, PVR Booking user id and passwords, Naukri.com user id and password, Net banking’s id and password, Demat account ids and passwords, ATMs password, Credit Card’s pin no and passoword, Matrimonial’s user id and password and most irony is that some of the ids require changing in the password in every 15 days and some userids are like PS15QXY. They are so hard to remember. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I was booking tickets in PVR and I could not recollect my password and when i got the passoword, all the tickets were sold and the same happened when I could not log in into my D-mat account and after 3 trials my password was locked. The Poor girl has to wait for another 2 days to activate the same and this is not enough I always forget my SAP ids’s passwords due to 3-4 consecutive holidays and after the holidays, when its time to get back to work, I always fill the password on the basis of hit and trial method.&lt;br /&gt;But when I have found solution of this problem, I have made a file in my PC and to protect it from Peeping Toms, File was again asking for the PASSWORD :-Q&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-4989304691219555042?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/4989304691219555042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=4989304691219555042' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4989304691219555042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4989304691219555042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/04/password.html' title='PASSWORD :-('/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-7574039762329738227</id><published>2008-04-22T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:16:14.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. 30 Questions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seems like Exam days are back..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first write why you Blog and then 30Q Tag....... Oh My GOD.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jokes apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chakoli has tagged me. So, here is my answers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1) LAST MOVIE U SAW IN A THEATRE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Krazy 4……………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) WHAT BOOK ARE U READING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eleven minutes…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To send SMS in a contest and then follow up the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I read the magazine by seeing the cover page:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heena&lt;br /&gt;AXE EFFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn’s in Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;New Paint at Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)FAVOURITE SOUNDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sounds which comes from Mosque in the evening. ( Allah Akbar)&lt;br /&gt;Love the sound of Aarti’s in Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody dance better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN U WAKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First thing I do watch my Clock to ensure its 7.20 A.M. I can’t wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) FAVOURITE FASTFOOD PLACE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vedas in C.P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) FUTURE CHILDS NAME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine for Girl and for boy…….. would leave it on my would be….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) FINISH THIS STATEMENT---'IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would leave my job first.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a Bunglow in Parliament Street, C.P&lt;br /&gt;Would organize Fashion Show with Indian designers like Rocky S , Sabyasachi Mukherjee in Lakme Fashion India, Delhi &amp;amp; Mumbai and do the modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) DO U DRIVE FAST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never…………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13)DO U SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mother has given me a warning that either pet or I can live in my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14)STORMS--COOL OR SCARY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lemon Soda by Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17)FINISH THIS STATEMENT-IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Devote it in fulfilling my Hobbies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18)DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19)IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY OTHER COLOUR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will leave it on Loreal's Hair Dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20)NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS U HAVE LIVED IN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faridabad, Delhi, Jaipur, Chandigarh, Hyderbad, Gurgaon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22)ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As her name is vry sweet, the same way her blogs. Seems to be vry Bindaas….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23)WHATS UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y u r asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24)WOULD U LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Frankly speaking------------- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25)MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Morning Person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26)OVER EASY OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27) FAVOURITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Home…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28)FAVOURITE PIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No extra Calaories Plz……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29)FAVOURITE ICECREAM FLAVOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t have sweet tooth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30)OF ALL THE PEOPLE U HAVE TAGGED, WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Guess.....................&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to Tag:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Curious&lt;br /&gt;Aarthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raaji&lt;br /&gt;Ira&lt;br /&gt;Jaggu&lt;br /&gt;Compassion Unlimited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hope I have earned passing marks.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-7574039762329738227?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/7574039762329738227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=7574039762329738227' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/7574039762329738227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/7574039762329738227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/04/seems-like-exam-days-are-back.html' title='Tagged.. 30 Questions....'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-9128484911109604752</id><published>2008-04-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:08:03.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons why I Blog..</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://ootb-jaggu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaggu&lt;/a&gt; to define 10 Reasons why I Blog.....&lt;br /&gt;Here are my 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ere only brain rules. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;an rant about anything from your family drama to your office life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; nice platform to know different people of different country.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou may get nice suggestions/&lt;a href="http://curiously-curious.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-03-03T16%3A59%3A00%2B04%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;information&lt;/a&gt; about any topic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;eard that you may also earn with your blogs but I have not earned a single penny yet. Hope, in future I would earn a million bucks. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou may get a lot of unseen friends with whom you can share your every problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can keep yourself busy in your spare time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f you blog, forget about hiding your personal diary from devil’s eye. Now, No diary, No tension. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ow, facility of astrologers is also available on Blog. Like &lt;a href="http://life-fun-pleasure.blogspot.com/2008/04/caller-tunes.html"&gt;Chakoli&lt;/a&gt; can speak about your personality after knowing your caller tune. Right, Chakoli:-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;here are lots of blogger to whom you can get bundles of inspiration like &lt;a href="http://lifeinabstract.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-04-10T15%3A39%3A00%2B05%3A30&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;Art Blog &lt;/a&gt;of Curious. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eveybody is welcome to take up this Tag......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-9128484911109604752?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/9128484911109604752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=9128484911109604752' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/9128484911109604752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/9128484911109604752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-reasons-why-i-blog.html' title='10 Reasons why I Blog..'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-940857520476949613</id><published>2008-04-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:55:08.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and somthg good about them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://life-fun-pleasure.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chakoli&lt;/a&gt; has asked me to write the good things about men. So, Chakoli Here is my 10.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our Punctuality to be on time while picking me up from my home.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ometimes sending a mail to praise me rather than saying it in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ow patiently you wait for me whenever I am late. I know I always take extra time and hats off to your patience when you wait for me outside the trial room.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ow easily you can find anything new I have wore.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know you don’t know anything about Palmalogy but still how firmly you predict about myself.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sking for another 2 minutes when its time to say goodbye. God knows what will you get in another 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen you say ‘As your wish, Sarkar’ when I say to put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our tendency to always keep me first while entering in a lift or a place.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our late night message to thanks for making your day.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anytimes your expertness of hiding the jealously towards my male friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-940857520476949613?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/940857520476949613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=940857520476949613' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/940857520476949613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/940857520476949613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-and-somthg-good-about-them.html' title='Men and somthg good about them'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6309809580791107019</id><published>2008-03-29T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T04:12:43.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samosa with a Difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday at a Stop, while coming back to Home, I saw a Beggar eating breads filling with Samosa. OMG My mouth was watering to see this. It was so tempting and believes me, for a second I was just planning to snatch it. (What can I do while coming back from Office, I feel too famished. Don’t you?). Now I wanted to have it by hook or by crook. So, I called my mother to arrange it anyhow till the time I reach to home. My mother knows all such my habits that I must have seen somebody to have this Bread Samosa. At home, while I was busy in tasting this, my mother asked ‘&lt;strong&gt;Aaj yeh bread samosa kisne yaad dilaya&lt;/strong&gt;?’ and I was simply smiling……………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-6309809580791107019?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6309809580791107019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6309809580791107019' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6309809580791107019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6309809580791107019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/03/samosa-with-difference.html' title='Samosa with a Difference...'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6750909570917762576</id><published>2008-03-17T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:00:51.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Summers:-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the summer has approached in Delhi, temperature in office is like we are sitting in a refrigerator and outside its hot like hell. To switch off the AC is something like I have committed a crime in the office and I have used all the tricks to cover up all the holes but all in vain. I hardly can adjust in this high and low temperature. In every half an hour I have to go on the terrace for warm up n in a fraction of second I come inside the building to get chilled and this in n out walk continues till the time I am there in my office. After leaving the office, I have to go for my dance class and again get sweaty. OMG I am fed up with summers and when its time to take rest and get relaxed at my home, now it’s the time for Power Cut :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-6750909570917762576?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6750909570917762576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6750909570917762576' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6750909570917762576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6750909570917762576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-summers.html' title='I hate Summers:-('/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-3321325493029216443</id><published>2008-02-20T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:03:28.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scary Dream World.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since my childhood, my dreams were always scary. I have been having all these disgusting dreams for as long as I can remember. Even at this age I get the nightmares of like being chased by Lion or a monkey. A blood hungry Lion run towards me like a hell until I get in my house and I hardly escape screaming out loud ‘Mumma’ at the midnight. Sometimes I am being eaten by Snakes in my nightmares and I wake up at night really sweaty. Often I have the dreams of death of my near and dear ones which always make me feel cry after waking up. In almost every dream I have, I can’t ever find a clean washroom. Reaching at the last moment in exams despite of my all efforts has made falling from my bed several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nightmares are recurring as long as I can remember and seriously I get depress when someone blesses me’ May God fulfills all your dream’. :-))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-3321325493029216443?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/3321325493029216443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=3321325493029216443' title='106 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3321325493029216443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3321325493029216443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-scary-dream-world.html' title='My Scary Dream World.....'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>106</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-2131351207045923460</id><published>2008-02-07T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:29:44.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Mess!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have been writing exactly after 1 month. Thanks Preethilata for remembering me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have thought several times to post a new blog but the question was what I write? Should I write about my broken relationship in which I have taken back steps without uttering a single word? Or should I write about the loneliness of my life that Now I am again searching for someone one else in my life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am always failure in making relationship with someone to whom I like. This is not the first time I have thrown my feelings like garbage.  Actually something is wrong with me. I can’t bear the boundations of any relationship. Just give me some space for breath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like a free bird I am again searching for a nest. Please for GOD sake don’t call me a flirty girl. I am longing for care, affection, friendliness. .That’s all. I am just searching a Pal in every stranger, a healthy relationship…… But I know others take it for granted……… No body understands the true meanings……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-2131351207045923460?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/2131351207045923460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=2131351207045923460' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/2131351207045923460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/2131351207045923460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-in-mess.html' title='Life in a Mess!!!!!'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-4059160160851367531</id><published>2008-01-08T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:30:10.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new in Life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has been changed from last couple of days. It seems to live now. I count a smidgen of every second.&lt;br /&gt;Day starts in getting his one glimpse and ends in the waiting for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nicely dress up, try to be in office before timings, waiting for HIM to reach in office and when he comes enact HIM to show that I am the busiest person on the earth, wait for HIM over the Lunch so that I can get more about HIM, and visit to his friend again and again with my problems (even I don’t what’s the problem?) as he sits nearby HIM, attend every office party just to be friendly with HIM, to leave the office at the same time so that we can go in same lift atlesast. Even this is not enough, now days holidays are hell to me. I just want to spend as much as time in office. After leaving the office, I always try to find out the ways to speak with HIM. I have found new symptoms in me also- smiling at all the time, to see myself in the mirror in every 10 minutes to check my lipstick, spray a tonne of perfume everyday. I don’t know what’s happening with me. Is it ….????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-4059160160851367531?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/4059160160851367531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=4059160160851367531' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4059160160851367531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4059160160851367531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-new-in-life.html' title='Something new in Life.....'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-1533073835198223949</id><published>2007-12-15T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:26:43.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Thing...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, you get one of your dreamy things in a short span of time and as you acquire this too early, you yourself don’t believe that now this Special thing is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You just touch this thing and feel elated to be the owner of that Special thing. You discover yourself the most happiest person on this Globe. But this happiness also remains for a short span of time as you have to complete the other goals of&lt;/span&gt; your life too……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-1533073835198223949?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/1533073835198223949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=1533073835198223949' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/1533073835198223949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/1533073835198223949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-special-thing.html' title='That Special Thing...........'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-3934789644934001697</id><published>2007-12-10T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:05:37.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolution- Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanx &lt;a href="http://shals88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shalini&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the New Year come thoughts of new beginnings. Reflection. Introspection. Long lists of things to do differently this time around- Go for a daily walk, buy a house, be the mamma’s girl, no gossiping, be punctual, good bye to junk foods &amp;amp; late night parties, make a lot of friends, stability in job, warm relationship with colleagues, making of money, setting priorities, mind in balance, to get the award of Best employee, no lie, build up confidence, join dance classes, avoid silly giggling n list go endless. But some will work. Some will fail and some will be forgotten. May be we can use this time to appreciate what we have and set our priorities straight. To agree to bring on the laughs, the cuddles, the hugs, the smiles………….and not to spread the love too thin. To listen, to speak, to encourage &amp;amp; let be. Joy, singing birds, no means, Longing, watchful smile &amp;amp; peace…………. Everywhere. Hope the next 12 months bring all this and more!.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-3934789644934001697?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/3934789644934001697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=3934789644934001697' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3934789644934001697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3934789644934001697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-year-resolution-tag.html' title='My New Year Resolution- Tag'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-231550544123722163</id><published>2007-11-28T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:14:05.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wave in my Life...........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday. I got the news of sudden demise of one of our near and dear ones. This news has given a shock to my whole world. I have become more serious and practical in Last 24 hours. Love and desires have taken a back seat and emotions have come on first place. A feeling of insecurity is doing rounds in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized these types of feelings many times in my life. I have been living the life in a usual way and suddenly heavy wave passes nearby me and it always change my perception towards life, my attitude towards others, my understanding and makes me more practical and calmer. I start thinking about others which I usually don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know slowly and gradually, the effect of this wave will vanish and I will be back on my track....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-231550544123722163?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/231550544123722163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=231550544123722163' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/231550544123722163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/231550544123722163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/11/wave-in-my-life.html' title='A Wave in my Life...........................'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6884339150469768120</id><published>2007-11-15T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:26:43.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- 8 Facts about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanx Aarthi for tagging me.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, here's my eight random habits/Facts/Secrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Zero in Household Chores:&lt;/strong&gt; People generally don’t believe when I tell them that I don’t know how to make a cup of coffee even. My mantra of the life is ‘Never do housework. No man ever loved a woman because the house is spotless’.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Totally Money Minded:&lt;/strong&gt; You know when I was a kid, I have sold my sister’s photograph to one of her classmates (Actually he likes my sis) for Rs. 10/-. You can think how weird I can be????&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry, No calls please:&lt;/strong&gt; I can’t understand how these girls can talk continuously on phones and especially during night. In my case, after half an hour, my ear and Cell phone dispenses fire. !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Soft corner for middle aged persons:&lt;/strong&gt; Plz don’t think wrong. But it’s true. Always fascinated with the middle aged male like between the age group of 30-40. Uff………. What a habit……..&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Chitchat with myself:&lt;/strong&gt; I know it’s horrific but it’s true. I always chitchat with myself in the loo. Wow…….What’s a best place….. . Is'nt it?????&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Opposite with my nick name:&lt;/strong&gt; My nick name is ‘Cheeni’ means sugar. But neither m having a fair complexion nor speaks sugar coated words to anyone. I guess my nick name should be ‘Karela’. Hozzzz dat?????&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;My day starts and ends with:&lt;/strong&gt; My day starts with selecting my dress for the same day and ends with selecting my shoes for the same day. No worries in life except Dresses and Shoes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;I can:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, can sleep more than 24 hours at a time. No intervals. Can one beat me for this??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyone, who is interested can tell her 8 random Facts/ habits. All are Great welcome!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-6884339150469768120?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6884339150469768120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6884339150469768120' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6884339150469768120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6884339150469768120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-8-facts-about-me.html' title='Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- 8 Facts about me.'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6216932897454424966</id><published>2007-11-03T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:38:27.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the reason?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I am not flying high&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are not becoming practical&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m far way from my expectation&lt;br /&gt;My desires are not fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;But what is this reason????&lt;br /&gt;Why I can’t see the sunlight anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No flower, no colour, no rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything is shattering&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;But what is the reason???&lt;br /&gt;Why this situation is so longer&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breath&lt;br /&gt;Why there are dull faces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find a path anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;But what is the reason???&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/2267204621012594767-6216932897454424966?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6216932897454424966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6216932897454424966' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6216932897454424966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6216932897454424966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-reason.html' title='What&apos;s the reason?????'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-4580891603769759154</id><published>2007-10-30T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:17:12.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was not an ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every day, when I used to comeback to my office, my mother is all set to pamper me with her homemade dishes. Starting from Lemon Soda followed by fried dry fruits and then fruit salads, apple shake, dinner, a glass of hot milk &amp;amp; blah blah blah. She hardly misses anything as according to her all these things are essential for me. In between we always chit chats about any gossip whether it’s a purchase of any new thing by our neighbors, any mischievous things done by my neighbor’s son, her grocery shopping or it may be anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I reached home, she was looking tired. Her face was so exhausted and she was lying on the bed with closed eyes. First time she did not ask anything which usually she asks. She only asked me to take the juice from the kitchen. I got to know that she was having fast as yesterday was Karva Chauth and she would break her fast only when Moon will rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.30 pm. Anyways, I had had my snacks. Time was passing by but she did not wake up from the bed. I tried to speak with her but she was not in the position to speak anything. I realized that she wanted to have some tea. I saw the watch. It was only 7’o clock. To see my mother in a situation like this was very painful to me and slowly and gradually, this pain was escalating. Near about 7.30 pm, I could not resist my self and went upstairs. First time, I silently prayed for my mother with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I was preparing Pooja Ki Thali in the kitchen for my mother. But after every 5 minutes I was staring at sky to have a glimpse of moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 8.20 pm it came on my terrace and I shouted from the kitchen ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mamma, Uttho, Chand aa gaya’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-4580891603769759154?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/4580891603769759154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=4580891603769759154' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4580891603769759154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/4580891603769759154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-was-not-ordinary-day.html' title='Yesterday was not an ordinary Day'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6364601031672743247</id><published>2007-10-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:58:01.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a sin to help somebody?????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Savita, One of my Office colleagues is having an affair with Rohan. He lives in Mumbai and came back to Delhi for a day after a handful year. This couple had decided to spend time together. My friend called me near about 8’o clock in the night and asked me to do a favour. Actually Savita told her parents that she is going with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;Ok No Probs’&lt;/em&gt;-I told her and then she put the phone to Rohan to say thanks to me. The story started from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I don’t what happened between these guys. Rohan called me at 10’o clock in the midnight and told me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Your friend is yelling at me at the top of her voice and I think she has gone mad. ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;So, what can I do for you, Rohan?’&lt;/em&gt;- Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;Nothing, but I just want to talk with you. Sorry for disturbing you at this time’&lt;/em&gt;- Rohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘It’s Ok’&lt;/em&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Can I come to meet you tomorrow???????’&lt;/em&gt;- Rohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Sorry Rohan ‘m busy tomorrow’&lt;/em&gt;.-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;Okay, Bye.’&lt;/em&gt;-Rohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me again next day saying thanks for listening him n after that he was continuously making calls to me but I was avoiding him half of the times. I did not speak harsh words to him, which was my mistake. Anyways, he always talked me about his relationship with my colleague only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague got to know somehow and then the rumor she has spread in our office regarding me was too scared to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody from Junior to Senior is gossiping but me sitting calm in my nest thinking where is my mistake in this chapter?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-6364601031672743247?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6364601031672743247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6364601031672743247' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6364601031672743247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6364601031672743247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-help-somebody-is-greatest-sin.html' title='Is it a sin to help somebody?????????'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-5774295008020099586</id><published>2007-10-24T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:11:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be what u wanna Be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was watching MTV Wear their skin on Sunday. The show was about changing the look of a person as their favorite stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the show, a boy was called and he just wanted to look like Abhishek Bachhan. Hair stylist chaned his hairdo n makeover and Neeta Lulla, fasion Designer dressed him as Junior B and in a few minutes, the replica of Abhishek Bachhan was there. I can’t believe on my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was an average Girl, was very much inspired by Bipasha Basu and in a couple of minutes when she was out of the curtain, she was looking cynosure of all the eyes. Completely Hot n sexy as Bips!!!!!!!!!!!. (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Come on Guys. What are you waiting for……………………… (U can win a chance to be like whatever u wants……………. Rush…. Rush……..Rush……………..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-5774295008020099586?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/5774295008020099586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=5774295008020099586' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5774295008020099586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5774295008020099586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-what-u-wanna-be.html' title='Be what u wanna Be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-5402428252134543878</id><published>2007-10-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:24:20.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y???????????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes a thing comes in my mind how safe are we on a social networking site??????? Be it Orkut, Database, Facebook and Blogspot n I think girls are the most favourite victim. Don’t believe on me????? Just logon by a name of a girl and see the results. Sometimes you just get out of control to read the scraps but sender just enjoy by all means. They don’t even vacillate to post them. Now m too scared to see my profile on orkut to open in a social scenario. You don’t know one can write anything dam hell anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people intrude in other’s life????? Why they love to be a peeping tom????????? Why they don’t put themselves in other's shoes???What they do get after writing such awful words??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be this is the price everyone has to pay to be in a loop of social network.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Price!!!!!!! Is'nt it??????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2267204621012594767-5402428252134543878?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/5402428252134543878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=5402428252134543878' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5402428252134543878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/5402428252134543878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/10/y.html' title='y???????????????????????'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-7686439493978623090</id><published>2007-10-17T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:39:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from my Heart !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone somewhere is made for you. I have been believing in this fact since my teenage and neglecting all the future proposals. I think that God will decide my destiny but heard somewhere that you have to choose your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at my age, where all my friends have been disappeared (Means, got married), m feeling completely aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes u realize the loneliness not from with in but seeing the others like couples going for shopping, holding hand together, sitting on a beach n blah blah……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what GOD has decided about me. But m very inquisitive to know about this………………….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-7686439493978623090?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/7686439493978623090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=7686439493978623090' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/7686439493978623090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/7686439493978623090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/10/speaking-from-my-heart.html' title='Speaking from my Heart !!!!'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-3991406863247682269</id><published>2007-09-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:02:18.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If&lt;br /&gt;If I&lt;br /&gt;If I were&lt;br /&gt;If I were Rain&lt;br /&gt;I would pour down on the Shrubs&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Plants that have dried&lt;br /&gt;Birds would sing, flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Trees grow fresh with new leaves &amp;amp; bear fruits&lt;br /&gt;If I were Rain&lt;br /&gt;If I&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;br /&gt;But I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-3991406863247682269?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/3991406863247682269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=3991406863247682269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3991406863247682269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/3991406863247682269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-were-rain.html' title='If I were rain'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267204621012594767.post-6021947005054367003</id><published>2007-09-05T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:35:34.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Being an Aquarian, unpredictability lies in my blood. I always have innumerable mood-swings in a day. I think I don’t want to be happy. I always scare from happiness. Whenever some good things come in my way, I speculate a different type of tension. May be that’s my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267204621012594767-6021947005054367003?l=aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/feeds/6021947005054367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267204621012594767&amp;postID=6021947005054367003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6021947005054367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267204621012594767/posts/default/6021947005054367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboutme-sandhya.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-me.html' title='This is me !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sandhya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789698032556673693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
