<?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-197004152631931355</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:59:34.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unveiling life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-3787585298553538934</id><published>2011-04-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:03:53.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ISSUE THAT SHOULD BE TAKEN UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xf0Vax_W-w4/TaMmKWNKIZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6Q1_KvTp0RQ/s1600/ssssssssssssssssssssssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xf0Vax_W-w4/TaMmKWNKIZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6Q1_KvTp0RQ/s400/ssssssssssssssssssssssss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594357121325605266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The primary form of harassment that we're seeing is actually non-contact: it tends to be remarks, gestures and jokes. But the fact that one-third of college students are experiencing some form of physical harassment is certainly a concern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i faced just a few hours back can very well be termed as "taking the fairer sex for granted".and thou it is extremely common today,no one ever raises a voice against the people who are guilty.all around i can see people shouting anti corruption slogans and taking out rallies and what not against reservations,scams,government...&lt;br /&gt;                     but no one bothers about-woman harassment.&lt;br /&gt;recently 3 bodies of minor girls were found in west Delhi.one body with no clothes on was found near nizamuddin,a woman was raped by auto drivers and his friends when she was already trying to escape her relative who was raping her, by hiring an auto.and then of course our radhika tanwar.small happenings??not worth noticing??perhaps because they are so frequent that it hardly makes a difference for most of us.what everyone fails to notice is the presence of the word "FREQUENT".AND THIS EXACTLY WHY IT IS HIGH TIME WE PEOPLE NEED TO TAKE UP THIS ISSUE JUST AS SERIOUSLY AS WE TAKE UP ISSUES LIKE CORRUPTION,BUDGETS,POLITICS,AND EARTHQUAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration for this post-i got a call from a guy claiming to be rahul chaudhary from new friends colony.he said he saw me 1.5 years back and that he is feeling lonely and thus he WANTS to talk to me.to which i reacted like any girl would.i told him sternly to forget about ever calling me back because i am not interested.and i disconnected the call.he called me back several times.after sometime i decided to take his call and know what actually was his problem.and as usual,he talked all rubbish and called me names and even went on to say that he would like to meet me.anyways.i tried to reason out with him.for all my well wishers...i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this incident urged me enough to write about harassment the fairer sex is facing now a days.WHAT I WANT..AND WHAT ALL FEMALES TODAY IN A METRO LIKE DELHI NEED IS BETTER EXECUTION OF LAWS IN ORDER TO NAIL DOWN THE GUILTY.because we have a lot many laws in INDIAN PENAL CODE like section 375 and 377.but what lacks is an efficient system of execution of these laws.only then can such instances of outraging of a woman's modesty be controlled.even we are the citizens of india.our rights and well-being too deserves a treatment like that of curroption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-3787585298553538934?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3787585298553538934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=3787585298553538934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3787585298553538934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3787585298553538934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2011/04/issue-that-should-be-taken-up.html' title='AN ISSUE THAT SHOULD BE TAKEN UP.'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xf0Vax_W-w4/TaMmKWNKIZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6Q1_KvTp0RQ/s72-c/ssssssssssssssssssssssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-8633852294679622490</id><published>2011-04-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:36:50.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATLAST AGREED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OR4JKxNEGCU/TZ85jv0BhNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C77liH0HYGA/s1600/oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OR4JKxNEGCU/TZ85jv0BhNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C77liH0HYGA/s400/oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593252548510319826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bill of Rights is what the people are entitled to against every government, and what no just government should refuse, or rest on inference.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if not the bill of rights..atleast lokpal bill has been accepted and forwarded by making pranab mukherjee as the chairman and shanti bhushan as the co-chairman of the proposed committee.it had to be accepted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL-Democracy works when people claim it as their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8633852294679622490?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8633852294679622490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8633852294679622490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8633852294679622490'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-1325157652766404874</id><published>2011-04-08T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:09:40.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON.THE WOMEN RYTS AFTERNOON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brC5J_XJP7g/TZ8JBln17VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4pMNQ8a6uKk/s1600/ooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brC5J_XJP7g/TZ8JBln17VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4pMNQ8a6uKk/s400/ooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593199185101188434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "woman was taken out of man; not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as i boarded d bus to sarojini nagar..i met a senior.a female senior.as we gt on d bus..we bth headed fr d seats reserved fr ladies in dtc buses on the left side.two men were seated over there.my senior politely asked one of them to kindly leave d seat as it were reserved fr d female lot.i waited on in d hope tht d second man too wud gt up.instead d man v askd bfr strtd shouting at us demanding y shud he gt up wen he sat thr bfr us??bth my senior n me strtd to convince hm tht its reservd fr ladies only.bt all in vain.he kept on shouting at us n telling us to shutup.&lt;br /&gt;ultimately bth of us did wht all delhi girls should do wen encounterd by a threatning situation..we called up 100.n guess wht?d man got up silently ryt aftr hearing us call the police.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL- 1)never b afraid in public of any wrong doer.&lt;br /&gt;       2)always remember the numbr 100&lt;br /&gt;       3)nvr succumb to rogues who insult u or in any way threaten u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       YEH DILLI HAI MERE YAAR!!NO ISHK MOHABBAT PYAAR1!!!LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1325157652766404874?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1325157652766404874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1325157652766404874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1325157652766404874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1325157652766404874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-friday-afternoonthe-women-ryts.html' title='ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON.THE WOMEN RYTS AFTERNOON.'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brC5J_XJP7g/TZ8JBln17VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4pMNQ8a6uKk/s72-c/ooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-1464234495280010788</id><published>2011-04-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:51:07.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPPORT TO ANNA HAZARE-RYT OR A WRONG STEP??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKsoXiCwQk/TZ3wLn5d5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dAmu18xq3Sc/s1600/HAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKsoXiCwQk/TZ3wLn5d5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dAmu18xq3Sc/s400/HAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592890394743269026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIT ON A MANZ BACK,CHOKING HM N MKNG HM CARY ME,AND YET ASURE MYSLF N OTHRZ DAT M VERY SORY 4 HZ L0T N WISH 2 EASE HM-XCPT BY GTNG OFF HZ BCK.-LEO TOLSTOY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a close scrutiny of what the government has proposed and wht is being proposed by anna hazare and party..i come to ths conclusion that the government proposal biased and ARBITRARY. in all senses..to prove my point..following are the questions which should satisfy my readers abt my view.&lt;br /&gt;1)y has the government excluded the common public frm initiating investigations and filing complaints??are we nt a part of THE WORLDS LARGEST DEMOCRACY??&lt;br /&gt;2)y has the lokpal not being given the power to prosecute those indicted??further y are the words-"competant authority" and "which might not take action" included in the governments proposal??if the authority is competant enough,(as said)y will it not take action?to hide the sins of the "people who represent us?"&lt;br /&gt;3)y have been officials,politicians and judges excluded from the list of people over whom the lokpal can give a decision?is it done so that ultimately these people can upturn the decision of the lokpal and save the guilty when indicted by the same?or is it because these people are afraid of something??&lt;br /&gt;4)y no limit has been set for the completion of a trial??WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JUSTICE DELAYED IS JUSTICE DENIED?&lt;br /&gt;4)y are bureaucrats excluded?&lt;br /&gt;and finally..y is there no provision of seizing illegal wealth of these people?if we the common people dont pay taxes,or dont pay our installments on time..our property is seized..Y SUCH DEMARCATION AND UNJUSTNESS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,IF THE GOVERNMENT CAN ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS EFFECTIVELY,I,PERSONALLY WILL SUPPORT THE GOVERNMENT...ITS NOT JUST ME WHO NEEDS ANSWERS..ITS THE WHOLE OF INDIA..AND PEOPLE LIKE ANNA HAZARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1464234495280010788?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1464234495280010788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1464234495280010788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1464234495280010788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1464234495280010788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2011/04/support-to-anna-hazare-ryt-or-wrong.html' title='SUPPORT TO ANNA HAZARE-RYT OR A WRONG STEP??'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKsoXiCwQk/TZ3wLn5d5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dAmu18xq3Sc/s72-c/HAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-5751780108220348611</id><published>2009-05-20T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:45:34.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THOTS 2DAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRd0bEMDbI/AAAAAAAAADY/veGe8yaeHcc/s1600-h/anki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRd0bEMDbI/AAAAAAAAADY/veGe8yaeHcc/s400/anki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337994613540785586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sitting on my hostel bed with ths book in my hand....its calld-WORLDS GR8 QUOTATIONS,THOTS N EPIGRAMS.i m reading ths thot on TEARS.it says...&lt;br /&gt;                   OF ALL THE PORTIONS OF LIFE,IT IS IN THE TWO TWILIGHTS,CHILDHOOD N AGE THAT TEARS FALL WITH THE MOST FREQUENCIES...LIKE THE DEW AT DAWN N EVE.&lt;br /&gt;                                               W.L ALGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u knw its one thot that i have found so tuching aftr a REAL LONG TYM...its so very tru.when we r young...we r so innocent.so unknwn to the ugly aspects of the world.NOT LIFE.life is nevr ugly.its the ppl comprising the world dat mk it LOOK ugly.anyways...childhood signifies the dawn of r lives.at ths point of r lives,evn the slitest of wounds or the smallest of pains seem so big...so big that we cry endlessly ovr thm...utter foolishness!!....these tears depict r deep ignorance of the fact thst life is sweetest or the most delicious wen we r young.it is the litest possible thn,bt grows stronger wid the passage of tym...just like wine.litest wen new...strnger wid tym...&lt;br /&gt;thus,the tears of old age flow bcuz of the fact that we have seen life-the ugliest n d darkest patches of it.either the fear that all of it wud return agn makes us cry...or the repentance of what we cud be or do bt didnt,breaks us dwn..m nt sure wich one is correct...or if at all eithr one of it is...&lt;br /&gt;                     altho my dawn has gone...bt my aftrnoon is yet to cum...i cn feel it cuming....the tym wen the sun shines the britest-happiness or hardships????its yet to b discovrd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-5751780108220348611?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5751780108220348611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=5751780108220348611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5751780108220348611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5751780108220348611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thots-2day.html' title='MY THOTS 2DAY...'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRd0bEMDbI/AAAAAAAAADY/veGe8yaeHcc/s72-c/anki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-6538531885893092682</id><published>2009-05-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:28:49.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M BACKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRY_NMXOLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CQduzkiHglo/s1600-h/ANKITA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRY_NMXOLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CQduzkiHglo/s400/ANKITA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337989301237397682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ABSENCE 4M THOSE WE LOVE IS SELF 4M SELF-A DEADLY BANISHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;its tru that absence makes the heart grow fonder.and that exactly what has happnd wimme.i left the blog world nearly a year ago..altho i dint delete my account bt i stoppd writing 4 it.y?the reason...i dun remembr..hehehehe..funny..i knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovd my blog..ths blog world.absence 4m here has made My thot process go slow...and my sharp..knife-like lingo go blunt.i jus hope i make up 4 my absence to ths blog...i owe a lot...a hell lot to it...SOOOOO...HEREEEEEE IIII GOOOOOOOOOOOOO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-6538531885893092682?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6538531885893092682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=6538531885893092682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6538531885893092682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6538531885893092682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/absence-4m-those-we-love-is-self-4m.html' title='M BACKKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/ShRY_NMXOLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CQduzkiHglo/s72-c/ANKITA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-2861860615912648740</id><published>2008-07-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:03:11.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THOTS TODAY....DO U HAVE D COURAGE?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SHI_pQ0qKpI/AAAAAAAAACc/axeDL6G7gIg/s1600-h/L%3BL%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SHI_pQ0qKpI/AAAAAAAAACc/axeDL6G7gIg/s400/L%3BL%3B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220304896198847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grace under pressure"......dats wats "guts" is all abt...u cn call it "courage" too.i thnk today i hv gt my hands on an xtremely xtremely definitive phrase whch goes on to define courage..."GRACE UNDER PRESSURE".being graceful,intact(mentally n physically),and abv all normal looking in adverse circumstances is wat is all abt "courage".wat i jst said mite seem funny...u mite be thnkng...wat does she mean by "normal looking","intact" n all ths stuff??...well frnds...if u smile while facing d dark part of life is courage...dats wat i mean by normal looking...looking as if nthng has happnd..."intact" means keepng urself in in gud position n condition while u face d monster called"life".....it means dat dnt end up looking malnourished with dark circles beneath ur eyes...or rib cages popping out of ur chest....or worst looking as if u jst ended up having an electric shock when u were trying to iron up  ur clothes 4 work....look healthy....gain weight even when gng under pressure...heheheheheheehehhheee...atleast try to retain ur normal composure if nt gain weight(in regards to those under- weight "dieting" obssesed gurls).so i thnk u all agree to ths quote by....ERNEST HEMMINGWAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-2861860615912648740?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2861860615912648740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=2861860615912648740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2861860615912648740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2861860615912648740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-thots-todaytalk-abt-gutshuh.html' title='MY THOTS TODAY....DO U HAVE D COURAGE?????'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SHI_pQ0qKpI/AAAAAAAAACc/axeDL6G7gIg/s72-c/L%3BL%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-5364542380373026211</id><published>2008-06-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:54:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 o'clock peek at my blog.</title><content type='html'>My blog z my own lil wrld.my own lil swt wrld of everythng i wnt n desire 4.i paint butyfl paintings hr of d colorz f lyf i wnt in my living yearz n i put wings 2 my mst intimate lil birds of hrt dat hvnt been set free since ages.so...its my frst midnyt peek at my blog.flng strnge yaar.strngly strnge.hehehehe..like i hv ntrd an empty house...hulooooo...nebdy home????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-5364542380373026211?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5364542380373026211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=5364542380373026211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5364542380373026211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5364542380373026211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-oclock-peek-at-my-blog.html' title='12 o&apos;clock peek at my blog.'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-4886903375427116238</id><published>2008-06-29T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:02:55.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THOTS 2DAY...flng low on a sunday eve</title><content type='html'>Wel 2dy ppl of my generatn mst b frkng out..bt m nt.although mausam b mast hai..stil.m nt at ease emtnly.smthng..ppl cuming n gng..in n outa lyf.chintu wnt away 2dy bck 2 chitorgarh.flng lonely.nthng gud 2 preach 2dy.jst ths..2 LIVE AT ALL Z MIRACLE ENUF-MERVYN PEAK-THE GLASSBLOWER.seriously,if u manage 2 breath ths very sec,thn u r one of d mst courageous humanz on earth.wd so many emtnl blocks,tiresum routinez,'relatnl' distrbncez,dischrge of physcl 'bateriez',managng 2 live z a miracle..hai na??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-4886903375427116238?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4886903375427116238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=4886903375427116238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4886903375427116238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4886903375427116238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-thots-2dayflng-low-on-sunday-eve_29.html' title='MY THOTS 2DAY...flng low on a sunday eve'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-7056544140872454975</id><published>2008-06-29T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:39:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a 8 day gap-G00D EVENING</title><content type='html'>Wel,wel aunt ankeita z readng out aloud a quote on "future" 2dy.it goes this way-IF U WANT A PICTURE OF FUTURE,IMAGNE A BOOT STAMPING A HUMAN FACE 4EVA.."&lt;br /&gt;wat i gt outa ths z dat r future z mankind "raping" d esence of mankind n "morphing" in2 beasts.waise b 2dy v find more ppl who love 2 "take a sip of tea"delightfuly ovr othrz painz n dificulties,than ppl who love helping out those persnz in need.so ths quote meanz dat future z-man disfiguring nthr manz xistnce 4 thr own purpose of need or pleasure.W0W..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-7056544140872454975?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7056544140872454975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=7056544140872454975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/7056544140872454975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/7056544140872454975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-8-day-gap-g00d-evening_29.html' title='After a 8 day gap-G00D EVENING'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-2708597419142721763</id><published>2008-06-21T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:58:42.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING#hello sunday#</title><content type='html'>Wel 2dy its nt d same gud old thot 4 d day...its sumthng more..it says abt 2dyz politicianz..I SIT ON A MANZ BACK,CHOKING HM N MKNG HM CARY ME,AND YET ASURE MYSLF N  OTHRZ DAT M VERY SORY 4 HZ L0T N WISH 2 EASE HM-XCPT BY GTNG OFF HZ BCK.-LEO TOLSTOY..&lt;br /&gt;wow...dats wat "netaaz"do.hum ye karenge vo karenge..par bhrashtachar aur kameengi nai chhodenge...hypocrites.i tel u i fl lyk slaping thm wd their "kara-dharaz".dat z wat d youth 2dy needz 2 fl.they shud lead india..minus d bhrashtachaar n kameengi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-2708597419142721763?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2708597419142721763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=2708597419142721763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2708597419142721763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2708597419142721763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morninghello-sunday_21.html' title='GOOD MORNING#hello sunday#'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-2813199620388481212</id><published>2008-06-20T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:42:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING#the magic of profitable maths equatn#</title><content type='html'>6.15am...i wz woken up mercilesly by my fawtherr...amidst those purple poppies and yelow marigolds of my drmz..ne ways.chai pi li hai..n nw m flng frsh..d mrning z also kewl..breezy wd sooraj dada smiling gayly..chalo toh fir..gud thot f d day z....#if A is suces in lyf,then A=x+y+z..work z 'x','y' is play,n 'z' is kpng ur mouth shut..-ALBERT EINSTEIN.#&lt;br /&gt;nw dat z sumthng 4 u 2 rflct on...waise its true..topperz realy dnt tel hw they topped..ryt??hw mch they labourd..dats watz d meaning f d last part f d thot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-2813199620388481212?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2813199620388481212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=2813199620388481212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2813199620388481212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/2813199620388481212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morninghave-sucesful-day_20.html' title='GOOD MORNING#the magic of profitable maths equatn#'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-1992025591720906418</id><published>2008-06-19T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:03:12.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING ON A FRIDAY MORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SFtWGfJC5VI/AAAAAAAAABY/3s8BdzVaLv0/s1600-h/JKO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SFtWGfJC5VI/AAAAAAAAABY/3s8BdzVaLv0/s320/JKO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213855663050122578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so m back here....with this gud mrning section.todays good thot made me laugh......laugh 4 nearly half an hour....(haan haan mein aj jaldi jag gai thi :-D).it goes on 2 say-&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                          "YOU CAN CALCULATE THE WORTH OF A MAN BY THE NUMBER OF ENEMIES HE HAS,AND THE IMPORTANCE OF A WORK OF ART BY THE HARM THAT IS SPOKEN OF IT."-GUSTAVE FLAUBERT.1821-80:letter to louise colet,14th june 1853.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is perhaps the most laughable statement i have ever read...not because its ridiculously untrue or something.....but because if its taken to be true then i m worth..........TRIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONSSSSSSSSS.heheheheheehehe....as a matter of fact lemme tell u guys i have made more enemies then friends in my whole life...U C HUM HAIN HI ITNI MAGNETIC PERSONALITY....huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1992025591720906418?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1992025591720906418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1992025591720906418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1992025591720906418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1992025591720906418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-on-friday-morn.html' title='GOOD MORNING ON A FRIDAY MORN'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yntHy3vBBfc/SFtWGfJC5VI/AAAAAAAAABY/3s8BdzVaLv0/s72-c/JKO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-8452311355189329268</id><published>2008-06-18T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:46:19.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THOTS TODAY....</title><content type='html'>So tkng up d same thot mentioned in d "gudmrning" sectn.d meaning cn b summed up lyk ths..if u r cnfrntd wd n idea whch u fnd z wrth-whle,use it,tk ful advntge 4m it,bt den,dnt jst stck 2 it 4eva.leave sum space 4 d othr ideaz 2 flw.dat way u wl chnge acrdng 2 d chngng tym n wrld,thus in proces benefiting ur own-slf by gtng mature,dynamic,mkng urslf capable 2 face adversities f d nw tyms n also by adng dat salt n spice f chnge in lyf.who wnts 2 b found stuck 2 one old rag f thot???so chnge ur outluks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8452311355189329268?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8452311355189329268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8452311355189329268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8452311355189329268'/><link 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live wd u 4 d rest f ur life".-randall jarrell...hmmm..full-term pregnant....wd meaning yaar.m talkng abt ths thot..aj ek acha enlighting thot palley pada..gud,gud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-5161617718621491686?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5161617718621491686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=5161617718621491686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5161617718621491686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5161617718621491686'/><link rel='alternate' 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of rot.it goes like ths-LOVE IS JUST A SYSTEM FOR GETTING SOMEONE TO CALL YOU DARLING AFTER SEX.-by JULIAN BARNES 1946:TALKING THINGS OVER(1991).&lt;br /&gt;hilarious!isnt it?yes!!laugh it over!dont supress it...i mean, i find ths so much untrue...i knw ppl who r deeply in love;yet r virgins or celebates,as the case may be."love" is a word pregnant with much deeper meaning.this shallow interpretation of "love" is nt only cruel to it...bt also mis-leading."love" means "understanding", "co-operation", "attachment"which stretches beyond sex to reach to mental,spiritual and emotional levels.what i speak is well proved in past by RADHA in love with LORD KRISHNA,....MEERA BAI in love with the omnipresent god in frame of LORD KRISHNA.the lyrical peice composed by meera-bai,"MOREY TOH GIRDHAR GOPAL...DUSRO NA KOI...JAKEY SIR MOR MUKUT...MERO PATI VOHI..."is not jst a lyrical piece...its an allignment of words with emotions which she actually felt n which do actually exist.&lt;br /&gt;                                                " LOVE IS BOUNDLESS,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  BOUNDLESS ENOUGH....&lt;br /&gt;                                                  NOT TO BE CHAINED&lt;br /&gt;                                                  BY SEX"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this cannot be slighted away with the back of your hand.do u find everyone loving each other only 4 sex??is love reduced to mere physical pleasure today?oh!!how painful to even pen down these insults to love!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!another good quotation!!very musc contradictory to the thots i expressed before on "love".4m the same book....pg 169...quotation number 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        "by the time you say you are his,&lt;br /&gt;                                         shivering and sighing&lt;br /&gt;                                         and he vows his passion is&lt;br /&gt;                                         infinite and undying-&lt;br /&gt;                                         lady,make a note of this:&lt;br /&gt;                                         one of you is lying".-DOROTHY PARKER-"UNFORTUNATE CO-INCIDENCE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this quotation only strengthens my friends arguement when he once told me-i cant love my gf like this 4eva...if i do...i wud marry her.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-2047616714642529259?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2047616714642529259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=2047616714642529259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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quiet "love-love" thru my head 2dy...my "gud mrning" n "my thots 2dy" sections hapn 2 b abt love.do coment if u hv same or difrnt views.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1748601059303256226?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1748601059303256226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1748601059303256226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1748601059303256226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1748601059303256226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-m-flng-quiet-love-love-thru-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-8371129394087350058</id><published>2008-06-17T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:29:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING.</title><content type='html'>I saw a cat in my dreamz ystrdy nite.i wz feeding it wid paper.white.i dnt knw wat ths meanz.sumtyms drmz r so wierd dat they r d mst impsble thngs in d universe 2 b interpreted...neways!here z my gud thot f d day-the magic f frst love z r ignorance dat it cn nevr end..-benjamin disraeli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8371129394087350058?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8371129394087350058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8371129394087350058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8371129394087350058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8371129394087350058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning_17.html' title='GOOD MORNING.'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-4040836410973500161</id><published>2008-06-17T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:26:12.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THOTS TODAY</title><content type='html'>A frnd f m9 once tld me dat its posible nt 2 luv ur luver 4eva.he tld me dat if he loves hz gf enuf 2 mary hr 2dy,he mite nt luv hr ths way say aftr 2 or 3 yrz.being a woman my frst imediate reactn wz 2 thrash hm verbaly n telng hm wat n insensible n unflng creature he z!bt wd pasage f tym i realizd dat he mite b ryt aftr al.u cn permanently luv only a few ppl in ur lyf..ur parents,ur near relatives,ur best frnd,ur sibling,n dan finaly ur spouse n chldrn.ryt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-4040836410973500161?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4040836410973500161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=4040836410973500161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4040836410973500161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4040836410973500161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-m-flng-quiet-love-love-through-my.html' title='MY THOTS TODAY'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-5245119204239450135</id><published>2008-06-17T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:47:24.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PEANUT..#a poem i wrote vn i wz ten yearz old#</title><content type='html'>The peanut said 2 the peanuts friend..&lt;br /&gt;u r very long 2 gr8 xtent..can u guess..who cud b dat friend?...snail or snake or a simple ant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-6489893531653895452</id><published>2008-06-16T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:50:37.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD SOUL...LISTLESS MIND....</title><content type='html'>dead soul....listless mind,emotions killed....my heart is blind,&lt;br /&gt;                                 i feel no pain,......i feel no joy.....of the things destroyed,of the things acheived,&lt;br /&gt;                                 for once my heart did endlessly grieve....for once my heart did greatly rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;                                 but now.......its only.....&lt;br /&gt;                                 dead soul...listless mind,emotions killed........my heart is blind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-6489893531653895452?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6489893531653895452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=6489893531653895452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6489893531653895452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6489893531653895452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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SOME OF MY IDEAS PUT FORWARD TO MAKE A PERFECT MIX OF HOW 2 HANDLE YOUR GIRL OR GUY....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1THE TRUE COLORS-A VERY SIMPLE THING IS GIVING YOUR GUY OR GIRL HIS OR HER BREATHING SPACE...CAROL SAYS..."YOU HAVE TO GIVE THE OTHER PERSON A LOT OF SPACE."SO LET THEM BE THEIR OWN PERSON AND YOU BE YOUR OWN....DONT JUST KEEP CALLING EVERY SECOND OR KEEP TRACK OF WHAT HE OR SHE DOES EVERY TEENY MEENY BIT OF TIME THE WHOLE DAY.....&lt;br /&gt;2.THEY LOVE IT,..THEY LOVE IT NOT-CAROL SAYS"YOU ALWAYS HAVE 2 B SENSITIVE 2WARDS THE OTHR PERSONS NEED".SO KEEP IN MIND THEIR LIKES AND DISLIKES.GUYS ALWAYS TELL U WHAT THEY LIKE AND WHAT THEY DONT....BUT GURLS HESITATE..SO 4 U GUYS..JUST TRY 2 READ HER...KNW WAT SHE WANTS...ASK HER..OR BETTR STILL...Y NOT GO 4 SHOPPING TOGETHR? A GREAT DATE WITH LOTSA FUN....RYT??&lt;br /&gt;3.THE LAWS OF ATRRACTION-SPACE, CHEMISTRY AND SENSITIVITY...AS LONG AS ALL THESE THREE R COMPATIBLE AND WORK TOGETHR...U HAVE A FANTASTIC RELATIONSHIP!!!! CAROL HERSELF RECOMMENDS"BETWEEN BOTH OF U..THERE HAS 2 B CHEMISTRY!U ALWAYS HAVE 2 B ATTRACTED 2WRDS D OTHR PERSON"&lt;br /&gt;4.BE HAPPY WITH WHAT U R-ITS IMPORTANT 2 B CONFIDENT WITH WAT U R...HOW U LOOK...N UR CORE SELF BASICALLY....CAROL NARRATES"ONCE A CUTE GUY ASKED ME OUT TO DANCE ON ONE CONDITION...I SHUD NT WEAR HEELS SINCE I WAS ONE OF THE TALLER GIRLS IN MY COLLEGE....". AND WHAT DO U THNK SHE DID??????SHE WENT TO THE DANCE......BUT...WITHOUT THE HEELS????? NO........ WITHOUT THE BOY...SO DONT GO OUT WITH SUMONE WHO REFUSES TO ACCEPT U D WAY U R......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1191873161136569918?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1191873161136569918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1191873161136569918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1191873161136569918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1191873161136569918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/dating-mantra-2.html' title='DATING MANTRA-2'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-2557463044038627195</id><published>2008-06-16T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:47:57.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTING RELATIONS</title><content type='html'>i sit alone,and often wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;                                was that my fate,or my blunder?&lt;br /&gt;                                that parted me with all my riches,&lt;br /&gt;                                and threw me in a world full of ditches,&lt;br /&gt;                                oh! how blind and nervous and handicapped,&lt;br /&gt;                                i feel today and will perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;                                for a long long time hence forth,&lt;br /&gt;                                for the losses and wounds i suffered before,&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                i often think, i often wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;                                was that me fate, or my blunder?&lt;br /&gt;                                that i cant see a soul around...&lt;br /&gt;                                only agony, and vincing pain surround,&lt;br /&gt;                                me, my being, my every breath,....&lt;br /&gt;                                and my past consists of things i regret,&lt;br /&gt;                                i miss those people, i miss those joys,&lt;br /&gt;                                those hurrays!, those yipees!...and those ahoys!&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                but now i think, and now i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;                                why did i think that it was my blunder?&lt;br /&gt;                                relations part...when they ask for,&lt;br /&gt;                                your smiles and joys...and much, much more...&lt;br /&gt;                                they leech your blood,.....they leech your life,&lt;br /&gt;                                they push you in the middle of a strife,&lt;br /&gt;                                of mind and soul and heart........&lt;br /&gt;                                such parasites are better off,&lt;br /&gt;                                such relations better broken off,&lt;br /&gt;                                and a new space cleared, my heart, hey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                for a new-new sun to rise one day....&lt;div 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bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-1976328493142226898</id><published>2008-06-08T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:11:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 THINGS U R CURRENTLY IN2.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;studies-dont ask 4 ne comment please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. music-hopping on my bed n my study table...wid ear phones plugged in my ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. blogging-have strtd 2 try posting thngs everyday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. dating-u mite call it so,as iy mite semm so...bt actually m visiting places wid a guy whose a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. retrospection-of d mistakes i made and why i made in the past...etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1976328493142226898?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1976328493142226898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=1976328493142226898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/1976328493142226898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. to wear those tight minis and those gorgeous evening gowns-pehle figure nahi tha...ab jab figure hai toh jeb khali hai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. to look beautiful-sakshaat kali maa ki clone hun....heheeheheehehehheheehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. to drive a car on a highway-fast,very fast,especially those off-roof cars....so dat d wind can flow thru my open hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. to visit hawaii-i am charmed by its culture ryt 4m my childhood....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-7718266842560556543?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7718266842560556543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=7718266842560556543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/7718266842560556543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/7718266842560556543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-things-i-always-wanted-2-do.html' title='5 THINGS I ALWAYS WANTED 2 DO.......'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' 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also have a pink theme...n pink is my favrte color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. corner-i have a corner in my room where i have got it decorated with ethinic pottery and mud-wares exclusively 4m rajasthan n gujrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so in a nutshell....................i looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeee my room.muah muah baby....heheheheehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8756063506064232368?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8756063506064232368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8756063506064232368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8756063506064232368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8756063506064232368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-favourite-things-in-my-room.html' title='5 FAVOURITE THINGS IN MY ROOM'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-4356399767270473336</id><published>2008-06-07T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:45:02.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>8 qualities of a perfect guy.....................&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by my sweet tuss.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think here i have 2 write down some 8 qualities i will look 4 in my mr. rite...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. first he has 2 b very humble.should never act arrogant and shud in all conditions respect my parents and my beliefs,standings,dreams and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. secondly,he shud be quiet gud,if no a master in his field of profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he shud always understand that i am a free bird.that i need to move 2 places a lot.even without prior notice sumtimes..so there is no need 4 a massive tantrum over it,because i wud tell him once i reach there or maybe sutimes when i cum back.he wud never be kept in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. he shud not be an orthodox indian.he shud not make an issue over what i wear,whom i meet and talk 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. he shud love me as a lover,guide me as a friend and protect me as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. he shud give me prioruty over any other female,(ofcourse xcept his sis, if he has one, and his mom).he shud treat me equal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. he shud be a fun guy.not always serious and mature sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and he shud be able 2 pick me up......lolzzzzzzzzzz.thats sumthng that i wud love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-4356399767270473336?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4356399767270473336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=4356399767270473336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4356399767270473336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/4356399767270473336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagssssssssssssssssssssssss.html' title='TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-6180536881092683944</id><published>2008-06-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:15:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>30 question tag..................&lt;br /&gt;                                                      -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          tussy u tag me lyk hell............but i love it..thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last movie-jannat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. book m reading-none at d momont.just studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. fav. board game-i dun lyk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. fav. magazine-seventeen india...its a fashion mag which also educates us teens about thngs like AIDS, teen pregnancy,dates,...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. fav. smells-wet sand on rainy days petrol ki smell and axe dimensions....i use it too....lollz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. fav. sounds-slow music and disco beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. worst feeling in d world-failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. first thng i thnk wen i wake up-gosh! watta dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. fav. fast food place-my kind of place(MKOP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. future childs name-jannat or noor or tahzeeb....depends on my hubby 2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. finish ths.....if i had a lotsa money-i wud stop studing.....huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do u drive fast-yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. do u sleep wid a stuffed animal?-man!!!!! hw did u knw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. storms..cool or scary-very scary mann......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ur first car-wud be honda city...just nw m" car less".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.fav. drink-maaza and frooty and appy fizz and leh berry peach,litchi and seabuckthorn flavours…..love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.finish….if I had time I would- sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep………………yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do u eat d stems on brocolli?-I dun eat brocolli in d first place….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. if u cud dye ur hair…then which color wud it b?-purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. name all the diffrnt cities n towns u eva lived in-ajmer, agra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. fav. Sports 2 watch-basketball if tahir is playing….else those recorded cat fites btwn chhotu (my younger bro)n me…..lolllllliezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. one nice thng abt a person who sent ths 2 u-he knws it….let it be a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.whats undr ur bed?-mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ……………….bhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot………………lololsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. wud u like 2 b born as urself again?-yo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. mrning person or nyt owl?-nyt owl………that’s d tym I cn b alone totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. ovr easy or sunny side up?-sunny side up…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. fav.place 2 relax-my rooms balcony…..at nyt….wid soft breeze flowing….n my hair open….wooooooooooooooooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. fav. Pie-choco pie…..n sweetypie…..lolllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. fav ice cream flavour-chocolate wid chocolate chips….vanilla wid choco sauce…………………..sllllurrrrrpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. of all d ppl u tagged ths whos mst likely 2 reply first?-I tagged none&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-6180536881092683944?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6180536881092683944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=6180536881092683944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6180536881092683944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/6180536881092683944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagssssssssssssssssssssssssss.html' title='TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-8208860819406657498</id><published>2008-06-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:11:53.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>5 people i hate&lt;br /&gt;                                                            ---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               tuss.....................thanks for this tag .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip mongers- these r those people who have nothing 2 say xcpt cause sum unnecessary trouble 4 others.&lt;br /&gt;orthodox-they shud undrstnd that if they cant change with time,let others do.     &lt;br /&gt;double timers&lt;br /&gt;arrogant people-gosh!!who needs ur attitude???   &lt;br /&gt;lazy people-get up n work up man!!!!no ones getting stuffs 4 free….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8208860819406657498?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8208860819406657498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8208860819406657498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8208860819406657498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8208860819406657498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagsssssssssssssssssssssssssss.html' title='TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-8585570528268037390</id><published>2008-06-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:35:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                       5 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MYSELF.................&lt;br /&gt;                                       -----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by my beshtesht buddy tushar....here r 5 random facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i am an utterly disorganized person.i forget where i keep things which are damn important.my room is always "litterd" with clothes and books.i clean my room every 3 days.so there is a lot of dust also,chocolate wrappers(me crazy about chocolates u c)....ummm...thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.i day dream a lot about how i would be about one month later,one year later,one decade later.....and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.i love books.but these days i am not getting to read many.so i am always sad.i have started reading blogs instead,specially that of tushar and once or twice of a girl named pankhuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.i love changing my looks every now and then.you will never find me in the same hairstyle a month later.you will always notie that my dressing style changes as the shape of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i love kohl.i usually don’t step out of my house without putting kohl in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things u would find in my bag...................&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;again tagged by my beshtesht buddzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;1. kohl pencil-revlon usually.&lt;br /&gt;2. deo-i love smelling good always.&lt;br /&gt;3. F.M radio-cant live without music.&lt;br /&gt;4. my cell phone-i love calling friends and messaging them whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;5. lip gloss-gosh! how can i forget that!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-8585570528268037390?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8585570528268037390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=8585570528268037390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8585570528268037390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/8585570528268037390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagsssssssssssssssss.html' title='TAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-1760401947092148792</id><published>2008-06-03T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:47:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DATING MANTRA</title><content type='html'>this is for all those beautiful people out there who love dating-SAFE DATING.here i will write regularly every week and give you some awesum tips about dating-experienced,logical,as per the social norms,safe and compiled.so you never need to wonder whats right and whats not.....&lt;br /&gt;FOR GALS-&lt;br /&gt;"there r lotsa no-nos abt dating.i cud rite a buk abt thm(laughs)but i thnk d most imprtnt one is trying hard 2 gt the guys inrst n becum the centre of attention.it can b sucha turn off."-KARAN WAHI,fame" remix".&lt;br /&gt;DO-:&lt;br /&gt;1.chat him up-its imprtnt 4 bth d guy n d gurl 2 mk n effrt 2 strike a convo...u shud ditch ur shyness n talk 2 d guy&lt;em&gt;.gt 2 knw him&lt;/em&gt;.........&lt;em&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.fool around-i always hear gurls say dat d one quality they want in a guyis a gr8 sense of humour.bt i thnk 4 a guy 2, a gurls sense of humour is imprtnt...atleast a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;3.make urself comfy-wat matters on a date is tht wat u r wearing looks nice bt also dat u feel comfortable in.&lt;em&gt;dont put on a show................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT-:&lt;br /&gt;1.fake it-&lt;em&gt;be urself.&lt;/em&gt;pretending 2 b sumthng u r nt mite wrk 4 a while bt nt in d long run.once he discovers the real u,he is bound 2 love n admire u 4 it.&lt;br /&gt;2.be too cool-its gud 2 play hard 2 get.guys love it wen u do dat.but dun b toooo snobish or u will ruin d game.&lt;br /&gt;3.wander-be true 2 ur guy.try nt 2 hover here n thr,flirting wid othr guys.if u really like the guy,u will keep ur roving eye in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO GURLS OUT THERE,ENJOY BUT TRY 2 FOLLOW ALL THESE.............THEY R AFTA ALL UR DATING MANTRAS............RYT??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-1760401947092148792?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1760401947092148792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-5757436067135388064</id><published>2008-03-30T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:50:30.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POEM BY MY KID BROTHER IN CLASS 5............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INDIA-MY MOTHERLAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;india,the land of prosperity,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but b4 the britishers came,it was a golden bird 4 me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when the britishers came they led india to poverty,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when we fought 4 our freedom,they took us in2 their custody,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahatma gandhi,alone was not able 2 free the country,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when he got the support of people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he made the english realize the mistake of their country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-5757436067135388064?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5757436067135388064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=5757436067135388064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5757436067135388064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5757436067135388064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-by-my-kid-brother-in-class-5.html' title='A POEM BY MY KID BROTHER IN CLASS 5............'/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-5149946727704102661</id><published>2008-02-29T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:35:35.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS UNFULFILLED</title><content type='html'>I had some dreams, some pretty dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And I had dreamt to give them shape,&lt;br /&gt;And yes they had that needed gleam,&lt;br /&gt;And sure they were true to their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I could touch the sun,&lt;br /&gt;So I started to climb a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt to quench my soul’s thirst,&lt;br /&gt;So I set to find a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I could touch the stars,&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped high along the longest length,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt to hold the running hours,&lt;br /&gt;So I clenched my fist  with all my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt to fly like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;So I spread my hands to feel the air,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt to have a voice that could be heard,&lt;br /&gt;So I opened wide my noteless neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these desires,these dreams,these fires,&lt;br /&gt;Of heart and soul and mind,&lt;br /&gt;Were put to death, a sudden death,&lt;br /&gt;And I was forced to leave them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little dreams, my baby dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Were not even still mature,&lt;br /&gt;But they were thrashed,with deadly means,&lt;br /&gt;All this they did’nt endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There they lied,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! what blood! what mess!&lt;br /&gt;In tattered flesh and moans suppressed,&lt;br /&gt;They cried with pain, but all in vain,&lt;br /&gt;As now they are forever dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-5149946727704102661?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5149946727704102661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=5149946727704102661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/5149946727704102661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-3724098298798159973?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3724098298798159973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=3724098298798159973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3724098298798159973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3724098298798159973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/2008/02/badi-zalim-hain-ye-palkein-hasratein.html' title=''/><author><name>ankeita bharadwaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660235707415142117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjghGg5Lww/TZ3xtjmnAsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24fXvcaPUKk/s220/AAAAAAAAAAAA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197004152631931355.post-3594207879376051571</id><published>2008-02-26T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:58:02.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cheking</title><content type='html'>a lil pain ,&lt;br /&gt;a lil pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;a lil heaping up of treasure ,&lt;br /&gt;then no more gazing upon da sun,&lt;br /&gt;all things must end dat have begun.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;like fragrance 4rom a flower,&lt;br /&gt;like minytes 4rom an hour,&lt;br /&gt;like rays from da sun,&lt;br /&gt;like feet 4rom "run",&lt;br /&gt;like wings 4rom da bird,&lt;br /&gt;like a song nevr heard,&lt;br /&gt;u;ve stolen ma heart,&lt;br /&gt;oh wat have u done?&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197004152631931355-3594207879376051571?l=ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankietabharadwaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3594207879376051571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=197004152631931355&amp;postID=3594207879376051571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3594207879376051571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197004152631931355/posts/default/3594207879376051571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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