<?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-7368949298039441477</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:06:32.469+05:30</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='sad'/><category term='poem'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='2011'/><category term='movies'/><category term='magic'/><category term='good'/><category term='nature'/><category term='event'/><category term='travel'/><category term='job'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='study'/><category term='email'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='work'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='future'/><category term='story'/><category term='women'/><category term='walk'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bad'/><category term='photography'/><category term='random'/><category term='experience'/><category term='2010'/><category term='college'/><category term='expression'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='game'/><category term='luck'/><category term='Men'/><category term='life'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='tags'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='god'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='fun'/><category term='3rd'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Pearl'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Life is BEAUTIFUL :-)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5428594305299352000</id><published>2012-01-08T08:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:44:04.214+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><title type='text'>My Likes of 2011: Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWw7EWQxCQs/TwkKwD-lCjI/AAAAAAAABF0/p61uWnkvr3A/s1600/movies+col.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695095024604482098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWw7EWQxCQs/TwkKwD-lCjI/AAAAAAAABF0/p61uWnkvr3A/s400/movies%2Bcol.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 307px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 506px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; 2011 was an average year for me with mixed happenings… But it was certainly an entertaining one in terms of Movies…. I watched almost 70% of the bollywood releases in theatre… So, here I would like to share my 11 interesting-to-watch movies of 2011… ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;And the list goes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating- ****1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I maintained my record of watching 3rd movie of Imtiaz Ali in a row on its release date.. And honestly, it was one of the best movies of Imtiaz… I simply loved it from the beginning till the end… Although, the end could have been better… But, somehow I feel it was cool enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ladies vs Ricky Behl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating- ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Movie was fun! I enjoyed and laughed… had good time watching it…. An entertainer and light movie to change mood and give a boost.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don 2 - The Chase Continues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stylo movie! Inspired from Oceans 11… An entertainer with a suspense… You can watch.. enjoy… think and relate…. An interesting watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No One Killed Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An informative one... Reality was very well presented…. I loved Rani’s character in the movie…. Awesome dialogues and direction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Rating-****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;After watching ZNMD... I was in a different world… I was so lost… It’s a brilliant one for travel-lovers like me…. Although, Spain tourism is somewhat promoted in the movie…. It’s again more about travelling and hitting the unknown… Enjoying life to fullest…. Discovering oneself… And… Travelling… travelling…. &amp;amp; Travelling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pyaar Ka Punchnama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Rating-***1/2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A comedy movie… I loved the first half… second half was kinda imposed…. But overall… it was a good watch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-***1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A complete Salman Khan movie…. Typical Masala for Sallu lovers…. I enjoyed it…. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tanu Weds Manu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it just like that… We had nothing better to do…. And, I actually felt it was not that bad… A onetime watch movie…. Although old storyline but presented well… Kangana’s role could have been given to some good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yamla Pagla Deewana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light family entertainer... Good one if you wanna laugh… I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mere Brother Ki Dulhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was again a fun movie…. Shown pagalpan… things which most of us love to do…. :P… Onetime watch entertainer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Delhi Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My Rating-**1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, I generally decide my liking for the movie from the feel I get after watching it…. The feel was not that bad after watching Delhi Belly…. And moreover, I had to touch 11…. So, I am mentioning this… You can bear it if you are okay with abusive language….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;So, these were my 11 movies…. The movies I really hated were ‘The Dirty Picture’ and ‘Double Dhamaal’… :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;2011 was a filmy year… As movies were the major source of entertainment… Let’s see what’s in store for 2012… ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Me and my friend mutually decided to write this post about movies... And I think his post worth a read.. You can &lt;a href="http://koolthinktank.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-of-2011.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read it here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7368949298039441477-5428594305299352000?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5428594305299352000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5428594305299352000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5428594305299352000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5428594305299352000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-likes-of-2011-movies.html' title='My Likes of 2011: Movies!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWw7EWQxCQs/TwkKwD-lCjI/AAAAAAAABF0/p61uWnkvr3A/s72-c/movies%2Bcol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6878908150533153698</id><published>2011-12-09T13:17:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:45:22.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I Love Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taF4t6HmnS0/TuHev16-OxI/AAAAAAAABE4/hCF_Vzc8Ch4/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684069118227921682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taF4t6HmnS0/TuHev16-OxI/AAAAAAAABE4/hCF_Vzc8Ch4/s400/shoes.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Well.. I wanted to name the post's title as &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;women loves shoes&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;... but then I thought... All women are different... It'll be an injustice to our gender to say that... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Although, I am still very sure... Majority of Women loves Shoes.. I really dunno what is behind this particular attraction.. Not just shoes women are mostly inclined towards handbags, perfumes, black/pink clothes.. Till date.. I never came across anyone (men &amp;amp; women) saying that they hate black dresses/outfits except my dad... Though His reasons are different for not liking black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Anyways.. Coming back to Women... Yea.. they love beautiful things... glitters... jewellery, accessories, good looking technologies (many women compromise on technological features and details)... &lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;You'll rarely find any girl carrying ugly looking or very big mobile phone or any other gadget.. Women&lt;/span&gt; are more interested in reliability than anything else... They love to look good and can spend endlessly on this.... They love gossips... Well... I can write a book on this... Wait! I can write a book on men too.... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For now.. I'll better stick to what I was writing... i.e., My love for shoes... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I personally feel here is something attached to everything related to my feet... whether it is shoes... feet care... Nail paint... foot accessories.. foot massage or anything... It makes me feels so happy when I do anything for my feet... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And among everything related to feet... I love shoes the most... Reason are many.. I don't need to spend much time on choosing them... Its a real feel good factor to possess a great pair of red heels.. black pumps... comfortable running shoes.. Golden &amp;amp; Silver flats... Beige ballet shoes &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love calling them "Madeline shoes", Inspired from a cartoon character named Madeline who used to wear such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; brown boots... it feels like I have so much comfort :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good and complementing shoes can change the entire look of a person... It makes one feel better... More confident... Specially high heels... Shoes color and type can define a person's inner personality as well... So, if you are aware of this you can know a few things about a person without even having a word with him/her just with a glance at the shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for shoes compelled me to further research on this topic and I came across some interesting findings. I would love to share a few lines from some interesting ones&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Women and Shoes: A Love Story-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's some serious mood-boosting going on when you try on any kind of apparel. "The neurotransmitter dopamine is released, providing a feel-good high, similar to taking a drug," says Martin Lindstrom, a branding expert for Fortune 100 companies and author of Buyology: Truth and Lies About Why We Buy. "The dopamine increases until you swipe your debit card." Usually, the high then flatlines, and guilt starts creeping in...except, that is, when the item you're purchasing is a pair of shoes. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Shoppers rationalize shoes as a practical buy — something they can wear multiple times a week — so they hold on to that pleasurable feeling longer,"&lt;/span&gt; says Lindstrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;My Review- Interesting Research&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;You can read the full article on &lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/fashion/women-love-shoes"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Reasons Women Loves Shoes-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shoes work real magic &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” ― Marilyn Monroe.&lt;/span&gt; I feel like I'm on top'a the world in my shoes:) I can be wearing anything at all..it could be the most boring, dull outfit...but as soon as I put on the right pair of shoes, I become Cinderella. Like magic :) There isn't one pair of heels in my closet that don't work that magic. I always said shoes were the most important part of the outfit :) And yes, shoes and clothes for women have so, so, so much more variety than the mens stuff. Colours, shapes, sizes, fabrics/materials, clasps, buckles, straps, jewels...there's no stopping the creativity with shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Review- Brilliant Article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;You can read the full article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoes.about.com/u/ua/shoequestions/why_do_women_love_shoes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;About.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why do women love shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;- the shoes are great accessories&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;even if you gain weight, you are the same size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- when having the need to treat themselves, women buy shoes and they are happy&lt;br /&gt;- wearing the right pair of shoes increases the self esteem&lt;br /&gt;- the shoes with high heels makes her feel like having longer lags&lt;br /&gt;- the shoes are the expression of their identity as great women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Review- I pasted the best part above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;You can read the full article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinygrey.com/why-do-women-love-shoes/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;Shiny Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Well, the search on Google suggested number of results as always... So I shared the ones I liked... :-)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll find them interesting... And you can share if you come across anything interesting on the topic... I would love to read that.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-6878908150533153698?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6878908150533153698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6878908150533153698' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6878908150533153698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6878908150533153698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-shoes.html' title='I Love Shoes!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taF4t6HmnS0/TuHev16-OxI/AAAAAAAABE4/hCF_Vzc8Ch4/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3860303146975944149</id><published>2011-11-30T08:42:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:46:00.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pearl :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Your 3rd Birthday :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680621773897353938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur_ZLpzEUGA/TtWfZ_iAStI/AAAAAAAABA0/EGJZPmqO5wE/s400/happy_birthday_chris.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680621842994039794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MytLmmZo4eA/TtWfeA78C_I/AAAAAAAABBA/XQ5USFGRpNI/s400/Happy_Birthday.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 152px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishing you a Very Very Happy Birthday Pearl.. Love You... :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3860303146975944149?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3860303146975944149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3860303146975944149' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3860303146975944149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3860303146975944149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-pearl.html' title='Happy Birthday Pearl :-)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur_ZLpzEUGA/TtWfZ_iAStI/AAAAAAAABA0/EGJZPmqO5wE/s72-c/happy_birthday_chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-7767152658302710386</id><published>2011-11-29T10:29:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:02:38.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>I Believe...! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejRioz3RFYs/TtRrbJcHgVI/AAAAAAAABAo/2USa-JC-aOo/s1600/best%2Bmagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680283144155529554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejRioz3RFYs/TtRrbJcHgVI/AAAAAAAABAo/2USa-JC-aOo/s400/best%2Bmagic.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 372px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;I believe in Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;I believe in Luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;I believe in Magic..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;For past one week I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; on bed rest… And it gave me ample time to run my mind and wander my heart here and there (as these were the only things in condition to run &amp;amp; wander :P)… I was thinking on the various aspects of life…. Earlier when I used to write… It always used to be about my present… Good or not so good.. But was what it used to be… Now I guess.. Most of the time I write about my past… May be I miss it too much… It was too good or something….:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;Well… Yeah.. It was good… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Let’s come back to present… My present… Is not bad either… Its good too.. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;Last year, November 2010, I met a person.. Old &amp;amp; experienced in his profession…. And by profession... He was a renowned astrologer…. My friend consulted him and recommended him to me… I rarely believe in things like future predictions &amp;amp; stuff…. But since, my friend was too impressed with his predictions I decided to go… After all we all like to know what our future holds… Its basic human nature…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;I went and met him… He told me the coming one and a half year will be the worse year of my life… My health will ditch me…. People will ditch me… I’ll be stressed mentally….. Remain sleepless and tired…. I’ll look bad… And what not… I listened carefully… Came out and said “huh! What can be worse than today”…. (filmy style :P) And I got my answer… My health is ditching me…. So are people…. I am mentally stressed… I remain tired… I do look bad :P… The only thing different is... I am never sleepless not even in the day… and at night I feel like sleeping for years :P…. God somehow hear everything I say secretly and answers it :P Without a fail…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;Ah.. Anyways.. Life is good... these are all small small parts of this life… I am now waiting for what he said will happen after these one &amp;amp; a half year... ha ha ha (My Devil Laugh) ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;But you know what…. Although… things are not so perfect and the way I want them to be… I am happy and positive about my future… I know this time will pass and problems will fade away… And I am optimistic because I have a wonderful family and nice friends who time and again reassure me that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;… :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;May be someone else needs my luck right now.. But I m sure.. I’ll get it back… Very soon…. And I know God you are listening to this as always…. I know you are the King….. So what! I am your Princess :P…. You know Magic that I know… And you’ll do it that also I know :P….. So… Prepare my luck well…. Till the time I’ll fight and adjust with what you have sent :P ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;And Pearl… I am glad to have you… I remember tomorrow is your 3rd Birthday…. :D… I am very excited….. Love you a lot :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;And Love you too God… Thanks for another beautiful day and great people around… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-7767152658302710386?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7767152658302710386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=7767152658302710386' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7767152658302710386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7767152658302710386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-believe.html' title='I Believe...! :-)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejRioz3RFYs/TtRrbJcHgVI/AAAAAAAABAo/2USa-JC-aOo/s72-c/best%2Bmagic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5971704207410788078</id><published>2011-11-18T16:08:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:02:57.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'll be back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHolOnCTMA/TsY2XQEO2RI/AAAAAAAABAE/BU4SzQaCJZM/s1600/f7957a8f-319e-4b8c-8620-270a298f3fc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676284153424697618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHolOnCTMA/TsY2XQEO2RI/AAAAAAAABAE/BU4SzQaCJZM/s400/f7957a8f-319e-4b8c-8620-270a298f3fc7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 282px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life!!!... a word we often talk about.. Very dynamic.. Unexpected.... it brings different shades... Light &amp;amp; Dark.. Bright &amp;amp; Dull....whatever it might be... but one thing I always wanna carry on with is- blogging.... No matter which shade is dominating my present... I would always like to express myself in the best possible nearest to positivity shade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Almost 3 years back, when I started blogging... I was overexcited about everything in life... full of positivity and high energy... A girl who always wanted to see happiness in every little thing &amp;amp; was optimistic about its every single happening... People read what she wrote and she read what people said... Sometimes it was about her thought process.. sometimes about life &amp;amp; learnings.. Sometimes it was just like jotting down points in a diary... Ah! it feels so good to think about the good past... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have gone through some serious situations and troubles in these 3 years... but life has something to teach always... I had some of the best moments as well... I fought with God quite often.. But never blamed him.... Pearl introduced me to some really nice people.... I had a very different life when I started writing Pearl and at present its different.... I wont say its better or less than what I had... as they say we always miss good things about past... bad things vanish... So even if it was tough time I remember only good things.. And I am kinda sure even though my present is not so perfect.... I know tomorrow when I'll think.. I'll certainly have something good to think about it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know.. In which direction I am writing.... May be its just a complicated state of my mind... And I wanna jot down whatever i have in my mind... without going into the details... Anyways... Let me think if something good happened lately... Umm.. ya... I watched Rockstar on its release date after waiting for its release for sooo long... Imtiaz's 3rd movie in a row which I watched on its release date..... Explored some new places.... Experienced something which was not good but important for my learning.... (I call such experiences as reality check)... When you are in mid of a bad dream its a bliss to be pinched by someone... I guess am waiting for that pinch :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Overall, if I rate... Life is Good &amp;amp; I am positive... And I am sure I'll be back...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eagerly waiting for my Pearl's birthday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;God, thanks for being there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love you... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-5971704207410788078?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5971704207410788078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5971704207410788078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5971704207410788078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5971704207410788078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-ill-be-back.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ll be back!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHolOnCTMA/TsY2XQEO2RI/AAAAAAAABAE/BU4SzQaCJZM/s72-c/f7957a8f-319e-4b8c-8620-270a298f3fc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2448280045345951536</id><published>2011-08-02T21:54:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:03:10.304+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>The Chosen One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwS2ci81LAo/TjgnFlA8Q2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/t2CcatNgDK8/s1600/work.7020051.1.flat,550x550,075,f.the-chosen-one.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636297910443066210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwS2ci81LAo/TjgnFlA8Q2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/t2CcatNgDK8/s400/work.7020051.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.the-chosen-one.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Well... This post it dedicated to my dear God... Usually, I mention him in the end of my every post... But here ...I am going to write a post to say a word of thanks to God... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Dear God, you have always given me answers for every question I asked from you or any wish you never fulfilled you justified your point... You have your own way of dealing with me.... And you understand me the Best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes you were harsh while answering my doubts but you never ignored it... I love you for that.... You take care of me like a child and you know where to be tough and lenient.... And you use the best way to teach me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;This time again you were harsh... but I am glad that you answered.... I remember few months back I had a question.... I asked you- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;“What it will be like to be in a Marketing job...?”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;You never answered it at that time.... And then, you gave me a situation where I can experience what it is like in real.... And along with it you also shown me the relevance of work environment and importance of people you work with.... Now, I somehow understand what it is like... I always used to think it must be a perfect life to be in such profile and... A best thing to do ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;I always miss my marketing professor Late Prof. S.K. Jaimini.... He was a great source of learning.... He inspired me to take up marketing as a life.... One of the best Marketing people I came across.... I still feel He was needed on this earth.... He always strived for perfection in everything he did and he lived marketing as a way of life... He used to see it in every damn thing around him.... I wish to have that kinda thought process!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;In my previous posts I have mentioned... your 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; job is like your 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; love..... You rarely marry it.... you just explore... how it feels like to be in it... you are vulnerable and more in the learning mode rather than commitment mode (with marry I mean stick forever).... Now, when I am in second job I can say it’s like your 2nd love... You are experienced... you somehow know your preferences... you are bit practical and your intentions are mostly to get married but it’s not always destiny.... Of course, everybody is different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;I watched a story once with a title ‘The Chosen One’.... It was a story of a boy who was living a very ordinary life.... with an extraordinary power around him.... He used to be like every other person.... but God always gave him answers for everything he ever asked for.... He got what he ever wanted... He was &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Chosen one!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;So am I!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I am a blessed kid of God.... I know tough times come and go.... We face troubles.... but that’s how life is made... It’s again a blend of everything.... And God is with me to protect....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Did I tell you about Bora Bora?? Aah... No.. I guess! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;I’ll come up with it soon.... It’s a travel destination and I really really wanna explore it! :D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now, I am going to read about Bora Bora and have to finish reading a book I started....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am leaving it here.... :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Thank you God.... I love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2448280045345951536?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2448280045345951536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2448280045345951536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2448280045345951536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2448280045345951536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/08/chosen-one.html' title='The Chosen One!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwS2ci81LAo/TjgnFlA8Q2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/t2CcatNgDK8/s72-c/work.7020051.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.the-chosen-one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8237950078286899527</id><published>2011-07-17T00:53:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:03:33.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Some Kids never GROW Up!! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huxT3-SjlPo/TiHoXnwRH0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/BcVu9pcwvwc/s1600/5318847-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630036501695897410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huxT3-SjlPo/TiHoXnwRH0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/BcVu9pcwvwc/s400/5318847-lg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 398px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Well, the other day I was talking to somebody about something and he said ‘Some kids never grow up’... Although, the statement was made for somebody else... It somehow clicked me.... How apt it is for me too! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wanna analyse myself to clarify why I can relate myself more with kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300;"&gt; :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How I define kids-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kids are innocent, naughty, immature, quick learners, open to different things and experiences. They cry their heart out on everything they don’t like.... They instantly get attached to the people they like without knowing much about them.... And then they find it very difficult to let them go... Kids are not very receptive to things they don’t like or being told to do... And they love doing whatever they like whether it’s about watching cartoons, running around inside/outside the house, showing their toys to friends, or just playing football outside... They are strongly attached to their family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now,comes the comparison part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, I am not so innocent but I am naughty, Learning.. yes, open to experiences -yes, live to the extremes- yes, find it impossible to control my emotions- yes, and I cry exactly like kids :P....., I get attached to people easily and find it almost impossible to detach myself... (Something I truly hate about myself), yup... I rebel... I love doing whatever I like at whatever time.... And of course how can I miss my love for cartoons... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I can again do something like SWOT.... But it won’t be the best thing to do... So, here I’ll recall the words of my last boss... He once said “we work for 3 things in life- Personal growth, Professional growth and Monetary growth...” So, I’ll evaluate my reactions/way of handling situations on these 3 points...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Starting with the personal aspect.... I am too small to be mature... I like something means I like something and I want it... If I don’t get it... I don’t fight... but I cry... then.... I try to forget.... but it’s not that easy... May be I lack rationality.... I am dumber than normal people in terms of handling my emotions... And I hate it.... These are the things generally expected from grownups.... So, here I am more like kids.... Yes, I am too simple and clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Professional aspect.... I find it difficult to separate my personal and professional love... I love my work I get involved in it.... And it hurts me with equal intensity like personal matters do... I attach myself emotionally to my work which in turn affects me in negative manner at times... I don’t wanna go into the details of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Money... My favourite topic to talk about.... in case of money matters I am like a spoilt kid who wants every candy in the supermarket and blessed with some decent amount of money.... Since, I earn, I spend a lot.... A lot like.... I just mentioned I want every candy in the supermarket for myself &amp;amp; my loved ones and I got the money.... but again, I am left with something or the other which is always added to my wish list to buy for which I wait for my next pay cheque ;-).... So, my savings part remains nil always... But I always enjoy myself... And get myself whatever I like.... that’s What I earn money for... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;The best part of being a kid is.... You are close to God, nature, people, happiness and positivity.... You enjoy every little thing in life... Every happy moment and you love doing things for others with a self less heart.... Although, I am self centred at times.... but I crazily love people whom I attached to.... I m blessed with the best parents in the world, best brothers and some really good people around me.... And for that I always thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;God... I know for you I am always your little grown up kid.... Oh Sorry... Some kids never grow up.... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;But anyways... this kid will always be thankful to you.... And love you... And need you by her side always.... Muaah :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-8237950078286899527?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8237950078286899527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8237950078286899527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8237950078286899527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8237950078286899527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-kids-never-grow-up-p.html' title='Some Kids never GROW Up!! :P'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huxT3-SjlPo/TiHoXnwRH0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/BcVu9pcwvwc/s72-c/5318847-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-996185976182644905</id><published>2011-07-14T22:31:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:03:44.839+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Discipline and Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4-B2pbMtVU/Th8khDihrxI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/EchIh9gXajM/s1600/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629258209540812562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4-B2pbMtVU/Th8khDihrxI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/EchIh9gXajM/s400/balance.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Well... Most of us have heard about discipline in schools, colleges, institutions, life and offices.... But, I really... really wanna figure out what it exactly means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Today, I had a discussion over it with somebody... I love to talk over anything though but I don’t appreciate it much when I am being told to commercialise my blog or something about how to take further my love for photography... And I actually don’t think I need to have discipline in my life when it comes to the things I really love to do..... I love doing things at odd hours... by skipping my meals or sacrificing my sleep... And that’s the fun in doing the stuff you love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes, we just wanna enjoy certain things beyond the boundaries.... Hit the unknown... explore everything to the extent beyond one’s imagination... And there I feel... discipline binds us to stick to something inside the boundaries....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Can you imagine a bird with a discipline...?? No, I can’t... :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And let me clarify being systematic and being disciplined are two different things... Again, in my opinion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Someone told me.... discipline is in doing things you love on a regular basis... Well, I need to know... Can we materialise love? Regularly is what.... I love playing cricket I play it.... I don’t feel I need to decide certain hours and can’t play beyond that... Or I love writing blog so I should write it like a monthly magazine whether... I feel like or not. It’s like forcing a poet to write poetry without a mood... Or to compel a painter to paint something.... Art is beautiful only when it’s made up of creativity and creativity comes only when you love doing it at your convenience..... It’s like forcing someone to fall in love with something because it’s supposed to be done :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Discipline in that sense means you can’t play cricket for 10 hours in a day because you need to do other things too... but then what will be the fun in that? If a cricket lover can actually spare 10 hours once in a month or 2-3-4 times in a month to play what’s wrong in that?? And if he can’t take out time or don’t feel like doing is he/she being indisciplined? If this is being disciplined I am way happier being indisciplined. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;I don’t criticise what different people think about discipline in life but in my opinion... It’s just being happy.... doing things systematically in your way without harming others, setting goals and achieving them... and taking care of your well being- spiritually, mentally and physically... Rest everything is allowed.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;I dunno whether I am disciplined or not as per others... In my opinion, I am... Except for my work out routine.... and food habits.... and sleep routine.... and meditation.... and meeting my friends... and few more things.... I am well organised.... ;-) but, then, I am human... I don’t wanna live like a machine... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I need to do things I love but not for the sake of discipline but for my madness for it... :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God... Thanks for giving me this life and people around me.... I am really grateful to you.... Stand by my side..... I Love you... :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-996185976182644905?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/996185976182644905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=996185976182644905' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/996185976182644905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/996185976182644905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/07/discipline-and-me.html' title='Discipline and Me!!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4-B2pbMtVU/Th8khDihrxI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/EchIh9gXajM/s72-c/balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-450255941415193132</id><published>2011-05-22T23:17:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:03:58.906+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Amritsar and lots more! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I was craving to be here since I came back from Amritsar…. It was a brilliant trip for sure… From the beginning till the end… I loved it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin with my day… I am excited to share about today because after a very long time I got my Sunday free…. Can say almost after 1 year… that’s a real long time……. So many things happened in this 1 year which I wanted to write but had very less time…. I used to steal out my own time to take my feelings out on blog… And most of the time it used to be on the darker side…. But.. as they say nothing is forever… I am happy to be on the other side… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write but was not feeling inspired or motivated so I slept….. The weather today is amazing…. I guess that’s the one reason I was dying to write…. Honestly, sometimes I feel like a frog who loves to jump when it rains :-)) or like a Disney movie character who loves to sing a song whenever something good happens… The other day I was driving to my office and was singing at full volume… Of course.. no one can listen to you when windows are closed and vice versa and I was so lost that I was about to bang my car.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Amritsar it was an awesome trip…. Beginning from the journey… to the stay… photography…. Food… yummyyy…. Everything was just rocking… Moreover, we planned a surprise birthday party for my boss… It went great too…. I just loved it… :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn’t like was the Wagah border…. It was simply boring… And the best part was after a fun day I watched ‘Hercules’ on Disney Channel at night.... Lucky me :-) it was a short trip though.. I bought lotsa stuff for mom from there and she loved it :D….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running short of words… May be because I wanna write so much… :P…. I’ll write and post…. For now I am leaving it here with the pictures I clicked..… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God… Love you… Muaah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ8r9tWpRkc/TdlT8tE0oOI/AAAAAAAAA94/UrDz3_8EIFQ/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609607113223741666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ8r9tWpRkc/TdlT8tE0oOI/AAAAAAAAA94/UrDz3_8EIFQ/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; Fishes @ Golden Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz5Jzy_LA00/TdlTtxDwiwI/AAAAAAAAA9w/OPUiiTcoGmg/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609606856594983682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz5Jzy_LA00/TdlTtxDwiwI/AAAAAAAAA9w/OPUiiTcoGmg/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 289px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; Pigeons @ Golden Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0au5pTTroA/TdlTVULydEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JXq1wuJT11k/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609606436527174722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0au5pTTroA/TdlTVULydEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JXq1wuJT11k/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Sharmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoAbXn0Q2c/TdlSzIgtY5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sWcin_Dp3as/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609605849278145426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoAbXn0Q2c/TdlSzIgtY5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sWcin_Dp3as/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; Golden Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdbPPDTs7OA/TdlSRgAPSBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nDyqJPLHWCQ/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609605271468853266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdbPPDTs7OA/TdlSRgAPSBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nDyqJPLHWCQ/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Golden Temple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoEJ49Ma8dE/TdlR52MmwQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Hmsr5xVc0eo/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609604865109442818" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoEJ49Ma8dE/TdlR52MmwQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Hmsr5xVc0eo/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kid at Wagah Border :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOO--YlEuoo/TdlRs2jowbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gY4j78o4o_w/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609604641867743666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOO--YlEuoo/TdlRs2jowbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gY4j78o4o_w/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wagah Border &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AM-aCLMyAo/TdlRTwSUkpI/AAAAAAAAA84/11XeyLJS4PA/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609604210687775378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AM-aCLMyAo/TdlRTwSUkpI/AAAAAAAAA84/11XeyLJS4PA/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; Abhishek Sir's Birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sv-rVWaixG0/TdlQ35y2bbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tzdxhxl3mlc/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609603732203793842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sv-rVWaixG0/TdlQ35y2bbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tzdxhxl3mlc/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; Wagah Border &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4U8zgeJQQY/TdlQZ4b6evI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ql4D3pz_wwU/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609603216443079410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4U8zgeJQQY/TdlQZ4b6evI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ql4D3pz_wwU/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wagah Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oeCeDLoKA/TdlQNAaLwRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/S5t67VAv58Y/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609602995245007122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oeCeDLoKA/TdlQNAaLwRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/S5t67VAv58Y/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; A Painting :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-450255941415193132?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/450255941415193132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=450255941415193132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/450255941415193132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/450255941415193132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/05/amritsar-and-lots-more-d.html' title='Amritsar and lots more! :D'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ8r9tWpRkc/TdlT8tE0oOI/AAAAAAAAA94/UrDz3_8EIFQ/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2668772533207238049</id><published>2011-05-03T21:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:04:14.927+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Life is Blissful.... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwM5aLb9q0U/TcAvfO_HC1I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fjTcxwLepMc/s1600/PhotographerGirl15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602530150094146386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwM5aLb9q0U/TcAvfO_HC1I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fjTcxwLepMc/s400/PhotographerGirl15.jpg" style="display: block; height: 274px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 319px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt; It’s been a real long time.. since.. I have shared something here on my blog… In between… I have shifted my house… Missed few things from past… planned something for my future and started settling down in my new job :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;I am happy because I am giving time to photography… even if it’s major part is only in my plans so far…. I try to click as much as possible and exploring my camera by trying different modes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;Photography will make me a philosopher…. A poet… An addict…. A lover and what not :P Whenever… I hold my camera I feel like I am worshipping…. It’s like an addiction…. more you start involving in it more you crave for better and different pictures…. I dunno how many of you can relate with it but it makes me feel blessed…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;Whenever, I enter my home after clicking pictures first thing I do is to transfer those photos to my lappy and analyze what I have done…… what I could have done and what can be done next…. Pheww!! :-)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;I big time miss driving my car…. My last job used to give me ample opportunities to drive almost whole day long…. Exploiting environment and burning my hard earned money on petrol… but here I drive home-office-home… So, I drive hardly for 1 hour a day…. But whenever I drive it cheers me up big time…. :-))) All I need is some exceptionally good music and of course... AC in summers and heater in winters and open windows in good weather… that’s not much I know…. :-)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;Well… I know… It’s not a new thing but I am deeply in love with Delhi….. I am totally crazy about this city…. No matter whatever people may say…. It’s one brilliant place to live… I wanna spend all my life here…. Though… of course.... I love travelling and would love to travel the whole world.…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;Next to next weekend... I am going to Amritsar from office… It’s a fun trip with office people…. Well… I am looking forward to it… And my camera is eagerly waiting to click the beautiful city of Golden temple…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;I’ll be here again pretty soon… I’ll certainly share my Amritsar pics…. And experience… Although, I’ll try to be here before my Amritsar trip as well…. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God…. Thank you so much for everything… Please be there on my side and take care of my loved ones… I love you....&lt;/strong&gt; :-) :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2668772533207238049?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2668772533207238049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2668772533207238049' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2668772533207238049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2668772533207238049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-blissful.html' title='Life is Blissful.... :-)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwM5aLb9q0U/TcAvfO_HC1I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fjTcxwLepMc/s72-c/PhotographerGirl15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5392595682021236788</id><published>2011-03-16T22:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:04:29.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>An interesting day at Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6xaMU_bN5o/TYDrr9veMDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/HPl2hrP4rOY/s1600/business-plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584722678479990834" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6xaMU_bN5o/TYDrr9veMDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/HPl2hrP4rOY/s400/business-plan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I have joined my new organization from 1st of this March and since then whenever I used to ask for work from my boss I used to get a reply like ‘you’ll be busy in few days… ‘ ‘Enjoy your time…’ ‘ its just your 1st week in the new office’ and blah blah…. And trust me it’s really tiring to do nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say these two words ‘nothing much’ quite often on asking ‘what’s new?’ or vice versa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the deep meaning of these two words in these few days…. :P :P &lt;strong&gt;The most difficult thing for any workaholic is to sit without work in an office full of people engaged in their own work&lt;/strong&gt;…. I really don’t mind going out and shopping some stuff or hanging out with friends or doing any other work but sitting idle in a busy office is &lt;strong&gt;bad bad bad&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally… today…. I started with my work… And trust me it was really a &lt;strong&gt;great start&lt;/strong&gt;… :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a short briefing of my job role... It’s a sales job again but it’s about selling a concept to the people sitting at the top level of good and relevant companies and good here means actually good… Nothing like running around on the roads like usual sales jobs… But.. since, I am very new in the system m not allowed to work on the recently ongoing project… And moreover… they want me to see and learn by interacting and studying what other people are doing before starting with something big….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. to begin with my work they gave me a task of handling the sales of a Russian group we recently signed a contract with…. And from past 15 days my task was to send emails to their director named Julia and understanding their business plans in India so that I can help them to grow their business here in India and to help them in penetrating in the market…. Pheww!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia scheduled her visit to India on 14th of his month and today she was here in Delhi…. As already decided via emails we met at the airport…. From there we proceeded towards Gurgaon since she wanted to see spaces here in India for setting up their office in Delhi/ncr… We decided to start with Gurgaon…. We had our lunch in Gurgaon itself and as I had already scheduled few appointments for her.. We had most of the things pre-planned….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our food we were still left with 40 minutes for our 1st meeting so we decided to enter in some mall again for some shopping…. From there she picked some stuff for her daughter and then we checked out some accessories…. We didn’t realize it was almost an hour and I got a call from the salesperson (for office space) that he was waiting…. So we rushed from there for our meeting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there and the person supposed to be there sent somebody else to explain and show the space… Guy showing us the space wasn’t that well versed with the services offered…. And it annoyed me… seeing my anger he explained that the other guy will reach in 10-15 minutes... I was bit angry with him but again thinking about my last sales job I controlled myself and explained Julia that the guy must be struck in the traffic or so… And it’s quite normal with the field guys….. We need to wait for sometime….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting…. Julia was lost in her thoughts… And she slowly whispered in my ears… “I think that purse we saw in the mall was really nice can we go back and buy that….” I smiled and said “ya, sure”. After 10 minutes.. the person was there and we finished with our first meeting…. And went back to the same mall and from there she bought that purse and a T-shirt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second meeting was in one of my personal favorite places…. Cyber city, gurgaon… And the space was in one of the best buildings… I recommended Julia to consider that as her first option and even she was very impressed with the location…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bit tired by that time…. So we both slept in car while going for the third and the last meeting… Last place was Nehru Place…. We got up… dunno about her but I was dead sleepy…. Office was again good but with fewer facilities….. So we dropped that option….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, we talked about their business in Russia and other countries… her culture and favorite stuff… She told me about her husband.. kids… friends…. We discussed about their business plans in India… and growth so far…. It was overall a nice day… I really enjoyed it…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow again I have scheduled few meetings for her…. I guess I should post it and go to sleep… Have to get up early in the morning :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…. Good night Pearl… &lt;strong&gt;And Thank You God for being there for me… Love you…. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-5392595682021236788?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5392595682021236788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5392595682021236788' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5392595682021236788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5392595682021236788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/03/interesting-day-at-work.html' title='An interesting day at Work!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6xaMU_bN5o/TYDrr9veMDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/HPl2hrP4rOY/s72-c/business-plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-969972730744141053</id><published>2011-03-01T22:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:04:46.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>My second job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9y4lspius/TW0guuoQTVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/U6xkcMHt3lo/s1600/Career-Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579151500544855378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9y4lspius/TW0guuoQTVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/U6xkcMHt3lo/s400/Career-Change.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 375px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Someone once told me its hard to survive for more than an year in your first job unless you don’t find just any other better option.... Well, I partially agree with the statement... Partially because... yes! Its hard to survive since its a first job so lots and lots of frustration comes your way with every small trouble and you always try to resist it and try to run away.... As far as other options are concerned you can actually find anything better if you are really willing to do it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well.... Before coming up with this post  I wanted to write about my experience in my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; job....... but anyways.... I’ll explain it in parts in my upcoming posts.... Its made up of experiences... Good ones and not so good ones.... but... yes...  it was a great learning experience... And I’ll always remember it as a 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; stepping stone in the  journey of my professional life... And honestly speaking I’ll miss it too... No matter how so ever it was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moving on with the post.... today was my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day in my second job... It was good... Though it was a day when i was just sitting idle doing nothing... In the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; half of the day I was talking to the people around... roaming here and there... was talking on phone.... Luckily by second half I got my Laptop.. so finally.. I had atleast something to do.... I am feeling pretty excited about my new profile.. And scared as well :P.... Dunno... How it gonna be and how I gonna perform.... But yes... M positive as always :-)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am excited about many things.... And worried about few things.... Have to finish lot many things and start with many new things....  I just hope things will be fine by the end of this month or so.... Dear God... I need your help on a serious note.... Please stand by side.... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For today.... I am ending it here but I'll try to write more often.. It rejuvenates me.... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And God... thank you once again for everything.... and of course.. you know... as always....  what I now want from you... Please please please... :-) Love you.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-969972730744141053?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/969972730744141053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=969972730744141053' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/969972730744141053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/969972730744141053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-second-job.html' title='My second job!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9y4lspius/TW0guuoQTVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/U6xkcMHt3lo/s72-c/Career-Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3027858912067146898</id><published>2010-12-01T00:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:05:50.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pearl :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TPVMECrho9I/AAAAAAAAA24/Milf3wS42dY/s1600/400-115_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545422148499252178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TPVMECrho9I/AAAAAAAAA24/Milf3wS42dY/s400/400-115_400.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 396px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3027858912067146898?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3027858912067146898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3027858912067146898' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3027858912067146898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3027858912067146898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-pearl.html' title='Happy Birthday Pearl :) :) :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TPVMECrho9I/AAAAAAAAA24/Milf3wS42dY/s72-c/400-115_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1405383863931483925</id><published>2010-11-23T22:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:06:10.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I am surely in LOVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TOvtfBXET8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/7PlTn130Nc4/s1600/white-i-love-my-car-t-shirts_design.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542784883606441922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TOvtfBXET8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/7PlTn130Nc4/s400/white-i-love-my-car-t-shirts_design.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 378px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 378px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt; I lived one of my worst nightmare yesterday….!! I was in a state of shock by the time I fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;I still feel terrible thinking about the moment…. Day started with a bad note when I was searching for the keys of my car and got too late for a meeting…. Day proceeded with rushing for the other meetings…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing 2 meetings in 2 hours I had to reach for the 3rd one which absolutely out of the way…. I rushed and almost managed to reach the place 5 minutes before time… Since, it was not my meeting and I was almost on time I parked my car in “No Parking” area and rushed for the meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;I quickly finished the meeting in 15 minutes and when came back.. my car was not there…. For a second, I felt I have lost it forever… It was a terrible feeling… I asked everybody standing around and got to know that it was towed away…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;I took an auto and reached the place… It felt like I have lost something I am totally in love with… My car was standing outside the police station and three old men were sitting there…. They were so called policemen… I went there and shouted at them…. I tried to be normal but I was not able to…. How the hell they touched my CAR without my consent…. I felt like slapping them then and there…. But then I controlled I was dying to drive my car again… I just paid the money and took my car…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;For some time... I stopped my car in between and felt like crying but then I had a very bad headache and I decided to run away to some place far away and wanted to spend some time in isolation…. So, I went to Noida and tried to sleep.. After trying hard for two hours I finally fell asleep and ended my bad day….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;Yesterday was a day I was actually waiting for… Something good was planned for the evening… but then I cancelled everything…. I needed that isolation therapy…. I know I am mean at times…. But, I was in a bad form….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;I am surely in love with my car…. And it was scary like hell to even imagine yesterday’s moment….. I would rather…. Anyways…. Chuck it… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped beating for few seconds…. And I reacted badly… I know…. But it was out of my control……. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;God!! Hope you are listening to me!!… Don’t give me such heart attack again…. Pheww!!... Love you…. :) :)&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/7368949298039441477-1405383863931483925?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1405383863931483925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1405383863931483925' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1405383863931483925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1405383863931483925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-surely-in-love.html' title='I am surely in LOVE!!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TOvtfBXET8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/7PlTn130Nc4/s72-c/white-i-love-my-car-t-shirts_design.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3017943980048085965</id><published>2010-10-30T22:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:27:01.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I guess... I am in Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533883058985084642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TMxNUodbpuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4wE5iJkOAqQ/s400/169lovelife.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Have you ever seen a dream in which you miserably want something and you are moving away from it… or a dream in which a person you love going away from you…?? I saw a dream last night in which I saw a similar thing and in the morning I was in dilemma…. Now, without any further description I would like to discuss so many things happened in past few days…. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My career related dilemmas, my birthday, my close friend’s personal issues, my cousin’s &amp;amp; friend’s wedding’s preparation, parties…. And lot more… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In between, I have also organized and attended a photography event which was an amazing experience… :-) :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life randomly changed quite a bit in past sometime…. Some realizations… learnings…. And so many things… I guess I am running short of words…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unexpected as always….. Few things never planned happened.. Few faces never imagined seen… few moments never thought cherished…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never thought I’ll start liking my job… :P…. No.. seriously… I guess I have started liking my job… I simply thought of leaving it at one point of time &amp;amp; even resigned… Of course attachment is something always happens whether you want it or not… I was so attached to my office even after my internship where I spent just 3 months &amp;amp; here it’s now more than 8 months…… Or may be it’s just the magic of winters…. I fall in love with everything around when its winters :D… :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am scared…. Because I know I can’t love this work &amp;amp; honestly at times I hate it with the same intensity.… this is not my future &amp;amp; destiny….. I have my future plans &amp;amp; they are different…. But somehow I know till the time I am here… I'll do it with all my interest &amp;amp; love…. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now, not going into the details of my love for my job &amp;amp; career… There is one more thing I wanted to share but then I guess it’s too early to disclose anything….. Anyhow, that’s also something good *wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One more interesting thing happened recently… I got a chance to go inside the parliament house &amp;amp; meet some big people…. I must say… It was an amazing experience… I loved the place…. So calm &amp;amp; serene… Just mind blowing…. &amp;amp; people there were damn good…. Too welcoming…. Too good… I spend around 6 hours there in 2 days…. And I met around 8 people individually and spent quality time with each of them… It was an experience that influenced me….. And I know it’ll certainly help me… You know I never share anything just like that…. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am now not in a mood to arrange the words I just jotted down… I guess it was more like writing a diary… I guess I am falling in love with everything around me…. I guess I am in love…. In love with me…. My life… Winters…! I am blushing ;-) :-)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love you God…. Thanks for everything…. Muaah.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3017943980048085965?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3017943980048085965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3017943980048085965' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3017943980048085965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3017943980048085965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-i-am-in-love.html' title='I guess... I am in Love!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TMxNUodbpuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4wE5iJkOAqQ/s72-c/169lovelife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3170700237129454708</id><published>2010-09-12T13:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:06:32.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Thinking hard about LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TIyLV3PlGLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1jT0V9jvk6M/s1600/1269485215_470x353_thinking-girl-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515936851344824498" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TIyLV3PlGLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1jT0V9jvk6M/s400/1269485215_470x353_thinking-girl-wallpaper.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I am sharing a poem I recieved in an e-mail.. I am posting it here because its something I can relate with.... Yes, Life is being different now..... And it somehow gives an idea of why its being different... Although there are other factors as well.... But, this one touched me... I loved this piece of writing and would love to share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Thinking hard about life How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less accasions to use them&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger But then why there is less hunger….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Here I am sitting in my office at night… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking hard about life How it changed…..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to a car always on but then why there are less places to go on…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day but then why it feels like shop is far away….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package but then why there are less calls &amp;amp; more messages…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Here I am sitting in my office at night… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking hard about life How it changed…..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a general class journey changed to Flight journey But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop but then why there is less time to put it on………. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;And last But the Most Important….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to colleageus But then why we always feel lonely &amp;amp; miss those college friends.…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Here I am sitting in my office at night… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Thinking hard about life How it changed….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it changed……&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Is it known as being successful?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Vinee&lt;/strong&gt; for sending me this beautiful poem..&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/7368949298039441477-3170700237129454708?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3170700237129454708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3170700237129454708' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3170700237129454708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3170700237129454708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking-hard-about-life.html' title='Thinking hard about LIFE!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TIyLV3PlGLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/1jT0V9jvk6M/s72-c/1269485215_470x353_thinking-girl-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8777899825840122983</id><published>2010-08-16T11:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:33:06.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Self Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TGjTMUfnVDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/zSVzhuwwLv4/s1600/questionnaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505882753073632306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TGjTMUfnVDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/zSVzhuwwLv4/s400/questionnaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I was born as a human…. I wanna die as a human…. “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday on 15th August I completed 6 months in my current job… And today I took a day off from work.. I need to analyze…. What I have learnt…. What has happened in these 6 months…. My decisions…. My experience…. Level of satisfaction….. After devoting six months at least I deserve to understand what all is happening…. What can be my future….. And How I can shape my coming life in a better way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first job not necessary makes us realize what we really wanna do in future…. But it does make us realize what we don’t wanna do in coming time…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the morning I was not feeling very good…. I decided to stay back and give myself a day to rethink on what I am doing…. So here I am starting my day with something I really love to do….. BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me start with the analysis…. Similar to SWOT, I’ll do PNWW of my job….. i.e., Positive-Negative-Why should I continue-Why I shouldn’t… And I’ll try to analyze the positive aspects of my work….. Negative ones…. What I am learning today and what are the opportunities here for me in coming time….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Positive-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I am improving my driving skills since I drive for 5-6 hours daily&lt;br /&gt;- I am developing patience by handling all sort of clients&lt;br /&gt;- I am learning how to be a machine and give constant numbers daily… and faults are not acceptable :P&lt;br /&gt;- I am learning how tough life can be even after trying so hard to make it good and comfortable by dedicating all your life studying and spending hard earned money of your parents….&lt;br /&gt;- I have met altogether a different set of people who are well adjusted in such scenario from past 4-5 years….. May be the time when they joined the organization conditions were not that bad… And it’s really interesting to study them… I call them “A machine with a brain”….&lt;br /&gt;- I have realized how badly I loved my internship and my subject ‘Anthropology’….&lt;br /&gt;- I am learning the role of HR as well by analyzing what is required on their part and what they are doing… ( I have done a SWOT analysis n them as well )&lt;br /&gt;- I am learning a lot in every sense by observing a very different side of humans….&lt;br /&gt;- Although being very honest, here I have met few real good people whom I admire a lot…. In terms of their PR skills, perfection in communication, dedication, diplomacy, team management skills…. It’s truly worth appreciating.&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna be an entrepreneur and these learnings are teaching me what not to do in my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Negatives&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Ummm…. Aaa…. Hmmm….. I guess every negative thing is also learning….. So that ways I can say…. It’s good for me as I am learning from it…. So more or less it’s again positive! No regrets honestly! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why should I continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- To learn more about this different class of people&lt;br /&gt;- To become a thick skinned human ( I can’t be a machine &amp;amp; thats for sure)&lt;br /&gt;- To gain work experience (although there is no point in gaining something you can’t use)&lt;br /&gt;- To earn money unless I get a job I really wanna do.(One reason of not switching my job is I don’t wanna go in another similar kinda job which will again give me dissatisfaction and frustration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why I shouldn’t continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- No time for myself, family &amp;amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;- No time for gym &amp;amp; blog, no weekends&lt;br /&gt;- No personal satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;- No personal growth&lt;br /&gt;- No dignity… huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Although whatever I earn I spend on my installments and my car :P…. So anyhow I am only able to pay my installments of education loan from my salary and nothing else… :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still remember the day when I gave my interview for the job… I was so excited….. So positive and full of enthusiasm and I was pretty sure I’ll do it for at least 2 years….. Learning is a gradual process….. And then I’ll start with my business….. And now how things have changed….. I really wish I could do something good for the company… I always treated it as my own.. but it never treated employees as its own…. Anyhow you can’t change the world….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just want myself back….. As someone told me I should always smile….. As our smile is reason for many others to smile….. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I believe one should never give up…. No matter how difficult the situation may be…… tough times reveal the real you….. And if things are not the way you want them to be…. It’s time to fight back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess zyada ho gaya…. He he he…. But I am feeling happy…… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love you God….. I know you are there for me! Mwuaah :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-8777899825840122983?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8777899825840122983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8777899825840122983' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8777899825840122983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8777899825840122983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-analysis.html' title='Self Analysis'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TGjTMUfnVDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/zSVzhuwwLv4/s72-c/questionnaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-729244257480462621</id><published>2010-07-03T21:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:39:55.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Philosophy of First job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TC9gg_ef_zI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9dTZU2sc5UI/s1600/driving.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489712590699364146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TC9gg_ef_zI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9dTZU2sc5UI/s400/driving.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I have recently started with my work…. Few months back … 5 months to be precise….. Every day its like a new lesson…. Sometimes it hurts… Sometimes it frustrates… Sometimes it gives happiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Usually your first job is like your first love…. It has a lot to teach you….. You have many expectations…. And it’s a learning for lifetime….. You make mistakes and you learn from them…. At times you act stupid and then from the next time you feel prepared to face the similar situation with better understanding….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanted to write so much that I was confused about the title of my post… I have started driving recently…. And I am in love…. Yea… I am too possessive about my car and truly in love with it….. I usually drive about 80-100 kms daily which is bit tiring….. but I feel blissful unless I am struck in a traffic jam…. :)….. he he….. It really feels great….. it feels like living a cartoon movie life….. Where I go on an adventure daily…. Search new routes and reach my destination….. Just like a treasure hunt episode….. :P…. I remember once I lost my way…. And reached a no man’s land….. No humans….. no trees…. No buildings….. just a piece of an empty land….. I was feeling hungry so I decided to have my lunch there….. I stopped my car there and had my food… Amazing date with my car :P….. I almost every second day go on such adventures…. :D…. but that was worth remembering…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my driving adventures….. I keep on meeting new people daily….. Some good some not so good…. My office people are experienced, mature and self indulged….. Unlike me! of course I am self indulged but not experienced nor mature ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am trying my level best to start with my work out routine again….. But my job is not allowing me to do so….. but I guess I’ll find out a solution for this……. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are so many things I need to change… I really wish I could mention here but I can’t….. Let’s see….. Work is in progress….. I am waiting with my fingers crossed…. I’ll try to write more often….. :)…. This is something I always love to do….. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will come up soon with the updates….. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you God for being there for me…. Just take care of my loved ones…. Love ya…. Muaah… :D&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/7368949298039441477-729244257480462621?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/729244257480462621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=729244257480462621' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/729244257480462621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/729244257480462621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/07/philosophy-of-first-job.html' title='Philosophy of First job!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TC9gg_ef_zI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9dTZU2sc5UI/s72-c/driving.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5291873671343350540</id><published>2010-05-29T22:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:42:51.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Missing link.....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TAFJdf5d8oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ZoSdwQBtEhw/s1600/girl+thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739392986804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TAFJdf5d8oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ZoSdwQBtEhw/s400/girl+thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Life is being different and not so brilliant lately… I thought I’ll give myself some more time to realize what’s going missing and why I am lacking that spark inside…. Everyday end up with a feeling of restlessness and dissatisfaction…. Leaving behind regret that one more day is wasted in running in a “rat race”…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might be happy living such life…. But I am not nor I wanna get used to it…. I can’t even abuse here huh… I have not seen such people in my life…. Hell man! So mean…. Forget about friendship they don’t even know the meaning of being human….. Their every act… every step is selfish….. This is not my world and I am dead sure! I know myself I can do much better things in life… I gave myself time and now I have realized….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so much happy being a student…. Dunno why I am here….. This is not something I wanted….. I can feel the suffocation inside… From past 3 days when I leave my office for home I feel like crying… I carry so much of hurt inside.... Something badly wounded.... As if my soul is tapped in a prison crying and craving for freedom…. I feel like am in a world of machines where everybody is just doing programmed things without any sense of emotion…. May be I am not liking anything nor I can cope up with it… that’s why its making me so negative….. I am  workaholic….. I can do well in life… dunno why I am wasting myself….. the worst part is…. Hell yaar! I don’t wanna mention here…. Huh…. My blog is now more towards negativity…. Spiderman I &amp;amp; II are over its time for Spiderman III now…. Darkness all over my mind…. Driving me crazy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am angry with you God! Believe me I never expected this from you… If you are punishing me for my sins then I guess you should stop now its already too much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyhow I cant stop loving you... And I am thankful for good things you gave me.... My people.... My family and friends..... And of course many other things too but please help me out.... You know I am in trouble.... I am waiting for your reply God..... Love ya... &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/7368949298039441477-5291873671343350540?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5291873671343350540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5291873671343350540' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5291873671343350540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5291873671343350540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-link.html' title='Missing link.....!!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/TAFJdf5d8oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ZoSdwQBtEhw/s72-c/girl+thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8195394549121044657</id><published>2010-05-04T21:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:43:57.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Y Y Y :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S-BHZekoqyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DFNvsQhQAIo/s1600/jolene.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467448450656807714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S-BHZekoqyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DFNvsQhQAIo/s400/jolene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; During my MBA one of my lecturers told me…. You are going to start with a new life…. Your professional life… and I wanna tell you something important take it seriously and follow it “Don’t trust anybody” and there are three golden rules to succeed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rule#1- There are no friends at work place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rule#2- There are no friends at workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rule#3- Again there are no friends at workplace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Never forget these lines and all the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I agreed to him…. And started with my office….. Of course there are many things we need to learn practically no matter how many times we read them….. And we truly learn them after we fall down…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And my recent learning was to recall all these 3 important rules….… Of course I am a human being its not a sin if I trust people and try to help them out by thinking that they might not be so bad and cruel….. by thinking that they are so like me…. New to this world of professionalism….. quite innocent to play dirty politics…. And I was wrong… I was not shocked but I was upset….. I was not shocked coz I’ve heard that it will happen…. I was upset coz I never thought this will actually happen…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have friends with work experience who share their professional life and politics in office…. And I never thought someday I’ll face it so practically….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am confused….. Whether to fight with God or to say thanks for teaching me this lesson…. People do bad things play dirty games…. But it hurts when someone you trusted does the same…&lt;br /&gt;By the way….. Thank you God…. It was a good learning… I’ll safeguard myself from the next time….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And one more thing God…. Why don’t you spare me from teaching at least one negative thing… why I need to learn all these painful things practically huh…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhow! I love you… And thanks for being there for me…. I am glad at least you are there for me….. Please protect me from being bad(I mean more bad than what I am already ;))…. And give me power and patience to deal with such things around me…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you…. Muah :) :)&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/7368949298039441477-8195394549121044657?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8195394549121044657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8195394549121044657' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8195394549121044657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8195394549121044657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/05/y-y-y.html' title='Y Y Y :-('/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S-BHZekoqyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DFNvsQhQAIo/s72-c/jolene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-7483115213317891674</id><published>2010-03-28T15:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:36:12.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Disney Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S68pmv8XwFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZjkLjAvgLzc/s1600/14_sanshiro.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453623419450409042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S68pmv8XwFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZjkLjAvgLzc/s400/14_sanshiro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Only I know how eagerly I waited for this one day…. SUNDAY….. No, it’s not because I hate my job…. Because there are many others things as well…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I planned my Sunday last night… And the whole plan was to do whatever I feel like… So I watched a movie till late last night… got up late…. Prepared a cup of black coffee and switched on to my favorite Disney movie… This Sunday it was ‘Meet the Robinsons’…. Ohh… I am lacking words to express how good I felt after watching it…. It’s silly to say but I cried in the end with a smile on my lips… That feeling was so good and contented… I am almost feeling rejuvenated….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was missing the time when I used to watch Disney for hours….. Anyhow life changes with time…. My week wasn’t good at all… Had nothing much to do in office and I simply hated it… All the time doing stupid sitting work staring into the system…. huh… And all the time I was thinking where I am…. This was not what I wanted from life…. What can be done to make it the way I want it to be… and so on…. Mind was full of weird stuff all the time…. Involved in deep philosophy….. I would rather think of something creative and interesting…..  I got only this one life…. I don’t wanna waste it…. Don’t wanna waste a single second of it and I wasted a week…. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I dunno….. why… :((….. I am trying to analyze and figure out what’s going missing…. What can be done…. I guess I should try some meditation… May be it’s all because I am impatient to the core…. Or should I join some weekend activity or something…… Or or… what else :(( even if I meet my friends it’s for sometime…. After that good time I again start thinking the same…. Aww…. Its not a good sign…. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I dunno about coming days…. But am lacking positivity from within…… I am not like this…. I just pray for good…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God please make things happen…. Please :( ….. Your favorite is not feeling good with the things around…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love ya… Help me! And no smile for ya this time :(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-7483115213317891674?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7483115213317891674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=7483115213317891674' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7483115213317891674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7483115213317891674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-sunday.html' title='Disney Sunday!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S68pmv8XwFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZjkLjAvgLzc/s72-c/14_sanshiro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6844027698850366359</id><published>2010-03-14T10:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:01:45.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>PLAY WELL baby…. Life is a crazy game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S5xzsH0JBaI/AAAAAAAAAw8/InWIjYcTdXs/s1600-h/live_your_life_crazy_photosculpture-p153530210452636079q9l0_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448356851060639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S5xzsH0JBaI/AAAAAAAAAw8/InWIjYcTdXs/s400/live_your_life_crazy_photosculpture-p153530210452636079q9l0_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Another Sunday morning is here after a hectic week of 6 working days and with almost 10-11 hours of daily work… But yes… first and foremost…. No complaints ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I just realized that I didn’t write anything after I started with my work…. So I thought of jotting it down today :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;People say it’s boring when you start with your work life…. I don’t agree with them… It’s all fun for me…. Back office sitting job might be boring but mine is not back office one… yes I feel irritated when I am required to sit on one seat for more than 30-40mins… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The work culture here is good… good people…. Work is exciting…. And I have professionally hosted an event for the first time not for my office though… Which I’ll be continuing in future as well.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life is being crazy… life is being good…. Yes, low moments and high moments are there but that’s all acceptable and usual part of life… :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I dunno why everybody around me suggesting me to leave this job… other than my office people… :-( they say ‘sales job’ is difficult…. But thats not true… Yea initial efforts are required to settled down and make your own space but after that it’s not something very tough… Other thing is what you offering to people…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Rest is up to God…. Dunno what future is holding for me…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For now all is WELL…. With bit of disappointments, lots of excitement, loads of smiles, fun…. But I still feel something is missing… I dunno what…. Anyways…. Life is good… Life is beautiful… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you God…. Please be by my side…. Always…. Love you.. :D&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/7368949298039441477-6844027698850366359?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6844027698850366359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6844027698850366359' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6844027698850366359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6844027698850366359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/03/play-well-baby-life-is-crazy-game.html' title='PLAY WELL baby…. Life is a crazy game!'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S5xzsH0JBaI/AAAAAAAAAw8/InWIjYcTdXs/s72-c/live_your_life_crazy_photosculpture-p153530210452636079q9l0_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1092172703337229468</id><published>2010-02-13T23:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:06:10.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>An Illusion of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S3bwss8BK8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OojwCACntlk/s1600-h/303jot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437798250864257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S3bwss8BK8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OojwCACntlk/s400/303jot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today is Valentine’s Day and on this day of love I would love to share a story we all can relate to…. With similar emotions of true love… At least most of us can relate…. A story about love…. A story about a break up…. Feelings… Emotions….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***When your heart breaks, the pain is almost physical. I felt as if someone had driven a sharp knife into my heart, stabbing my soul. I was speechless; I could not believe that this was actually happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Sameera... are you there?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Hmm.. ya.." I stammered into my cellphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was my love, Varun at the other end of the line. He had just told me that we were no longer a couple, that we never were one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"But I love you so much, Varun" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I too love you sweetheart" He said pausing, "But only as a friend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A part of me wanted to hang up immediately. He sensed it and told me not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"See dear," He continued, "It was never really a relationship. It was just a joke" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a joke?" I asked tearfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ya... But you took it seriously. You are such a kid!!" He started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"I will call you tomorrow" He said before hanging up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No need to" I replied, switching off my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I started shivering uncontrollably, even though it was a warm evening. I leaned against a wall for support. I was shattered to say the least. It’s all over, I told myself. Everything is finished.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how he could do this to me. This was the same guy who had once supported me through a very difficult phase in life. The same guy who went out of his way to make things easier for me. The same one who used to tell me how much he loved me and what I meant to him. And now, he had dumped me like a piece of garbage. I shut my eyes tightly in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the tears from flowing. It still felt too horrible to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the moments we had once shared came back to me. The time when we had been classmates in school, and I had fallen in love with this cute, funny and helpful guy without myself knowing it. The emptiness I felt when he left the school and I lost contact with him. The excitement of searching for him years later, and finding him, thanks to the internet. I was not looking for a relationship or even a friendship when we met again. I was glad just to be in touch after all those years. But he had other thoughts. He initiated a friendship which was growing deep when he asked me to be his girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" I love you so much, you can never know what you mean to me. Don't ever leave me, Sam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I promised I never would. At that time, I believed that he was the love of my life and that our relationship would last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was wrong. The break up was inevitable and I should have seen it coming. Lately he had not been the same person I had once fallen in love with. He had changed a lot over time, but I had been forcing myself to believe that he was still the same. I suddenly realized something; It was not Varun I had been in love with, it was what I thought he was. I had been in love with an illusion, which was broken now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't remember for how long I cried, the tears just would not stop. So many things came to mind all at once. Why did I ever let him manipulate my feelings? Why did I trust him so blindly? Why did I give him so much power that he could hurt me so badly? There had been a time when I used to give in to his emotional blackmail, patiently tolerated his mood swings and put up with his indifferent behavior. I had been too madly in love with him that I wanted to be there for him whenever he needed me. Even if it meant getting hurt myself. Not all was bad in our relationship, though the tears greatly outnumbered the smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gradually, I composed myself. This relationship based on compromise would not have lasted long anyhow. However, it still hurt badly. Even if the love had been an illusion, the heartbreak was real. You can never love someone who does not deserve it, but you can get addicted. And I was badly addicted to him. My mornings began with his thoughts, he occupied my mind throughout the day, and he was the one I prayed for before going to sleep. His voice echoed in my ears all day long, and it was him before my eyes even when he was not there. In pursuing him, I had lost myself. That’s why I was feeling so lifeless when he left me. I had no life of my own! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now it was time I started regaining it. Since he was no longer in my life, I had ample time to pursue my hobbies. I got a bundle of books I had been planning to read for long, grabbed my camera and clicked loads of pictures. I spent more time in the company of my friends. Getting over a past relationship is like overcoming an &lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;, you need to keep yourself so busy that you don't go back to your old ways. Immediately after a break up, the yearning for your Ex becomes stronger. It is similar to the craving a smoker or an alcoholic would have for his vice, knowing very well how harmful it could be. I wanted to move on, but Varun still wanted to be friends. He charmed me back to his company in spite of my best efforts to avoid him. This so-called friendship hurt even more than getting dumped. Unable to take anymore, I finally told him one last time, to get out of my life. He never tried to contact me after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What had once been innocent love ended in such a bitter way? I wish we could have parted more amicably. But it’s no use regretting over something that cannot be changed. Sometimes life teaches you lessons in such a painful way that you can never forget. With time the wounds heal and the hatred fades away. All that remains are the bitter-sweet memories of a distant past. &lt;strong&gt;And you are a wiser person when you fall in love again.&lt;/strong&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This story touched me…. Although it’s not written by me as usual am bad at writing stories :P…. Its written by my writer friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Natesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…. So I would like to thank her for writing such a beautiful story for me… :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing happens with many people and something very hard to get over…. But that’s life…. Experience and Learning…. Learn and move on….&lt;br /&gt;So, be wise and fall in love again this V-Day!&lt;br /&gt;And if you are already lucky then wish you a great future ahead….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine’s day&lt;/strong&gt;… Have fun :D….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-1092172703337229468?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1092172703337229468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1092172703337229468' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1092172703337229468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1092172703337229468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/02/illusion-of-love.html' title='An Illusion of Love'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S3bwss8BK8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OojwCACntlk/s72-c/303jot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3026951109714875768</id><published>2010-01-30T23:07:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:36:15.070+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I am gonna miss my college days :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S2RxRwali9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/6dDFknXTlgA/s1600-h/graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591600383790034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S2RxRwali9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/6dDFknXTlgA/s400/graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today was my last exam of last semester and now my college is officially over…. And I am an MBA now…. I dunno whether to smile or to feel sad…. But I choose to be happy :-)…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was great experience being here…. Two years…. I learnt many things…. Now when I look back I feel….the changes… It’s the similar feeling I had when I graduated two years back… how time changes and how life keeps on moving without a pause…. People come… people go…. We laugh we cry…. Some really low moments…. Some really high…. Life is so beautiful in its own way…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last 2 years of MBA I met many people…. I was attached to many…. And worked and enjoyed with everybody I came across…. I discovered a different me…. More self centered, bad and self indulged me… And I improved as well in terms of public speaking, anchoring, organizing and so on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All I can now recall is that first presentation when I was shivering with stage fear…. That first interview for organizing committee… those events we organized and clubs inaugurated… first event I hosted…..those proxies… talks….. Hanging out at shopprix and spice mall every now and then….. bunking classes…. Rehearsals… Practices….Improvements… Exams…. And so on…. Life was always fun and exciting here…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have learnt very good problem handling skills and stress management….. How to meet deadlines ;)… by completing a week long assignment overnight… All those group tasks which compelled us to stay up all night with our gtalk on…. All those frequent semester exams…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two years of my life were really good… I know what I have learnt….. I can sense the changes in me… I met some really great people…. I would not name all of them here but yes my marketing professor late. Professor S.K. Jaimini had a great impact on me…. I still miss his presence every time I achieve something…. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My internship was like a turning point which gave me a very good exposure and learning experience and I really appreciate my boss who was not just a boss but also a strict teacher who taught us practical management lessons…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Apart from these two people….. I met many who contributed to my life in one or the other way…. I was encouraged, appreciated, criticized and discouraged time to time…. But it always added towards my learning and helped me to learn and become better with every step… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to mention the names of people who were always there for me… whether we talk daily or not and those who were always there for me as a life supporting system…. But I’ll not because I don’t wanna hurt anybody my skipping their name by mistake….. :D…. those who are special for me know this and understand this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Everybody expects from their family because they are the people sent by God for us…. It’s very difficult to find people outside family from whom you can expect…. And I am one lucky person…. I met such people at every step of my life….. :-) :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am kinda detached soul…. But still I miss people from my past…. Places… time… memories… tears and smiles…. I can relate to everything I left behind…. And touchwood I feel blessed because whenever I look back I find my people standing there for me… :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to start with my professional life… I just wish all my friends and acquaintances all the best for their future endeavors… I hope to stay connected with you all…. God Bless you….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thank you God! Muaah :D..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3026951109714875768?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3026951109714875768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3026951109714875768' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3026951109714875768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3026951109714875768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-gonna-miss-my-college-days.html' title='I am gonna miss my college days :-('/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S2RxRwali9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/6dDFknXTlgA/s72-c/graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8441833618285199225</id><published>2010-01-15T23:48:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:21:32.198+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>My First Job :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S1CyuGx5I-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/HDntodbn3y4/s1600-h/carriage-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427034056145052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S1CyuGx5I-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/HDntodbn3y4/s400/carriage-road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yes! Deepika is employed…. Today was my farewell as well as my interview… I gave my interview and went for the party…. But wasn’t feeling good…. I was thinking about placements and all… And all of sudden I felt like asking about my interview result…. Which I got to know was positive….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am happy because am placed and placed after going through 4 rounds….. Though I won’t stop looking for a better job…. I am happy because I grabbed something from campus…. :)….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well…. Deepika is financially independent now…. And joining is from February 15, 2010.. Soon after exams… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Deepika wanna thank God for this… Now, I can give exams without stress…. Love you God! Thank you :D&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/7368949298039441477-8441833618285199225?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8441833618285199225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8441833618285199225' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8441833618285199225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8441833618285199225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-job.html' title='My First Job :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S1CyuGx5I-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/HDntodbn3y4/s72-c/carriage-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6023956545424256184</id><published>2010-01-10T22:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:26:09.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Delhi winters…. I am loving it :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S0oGFXqdIwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AupoGebwNMY/s1600-h/DSC_5620a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425155390442382082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S0oGFXqdIwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AupoGebwNMY/s400/DSC_5620a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Delhi is cold…. And am loving it :D…. Today January 10, 2010….. Just 20 more days of my college are left… Stress is increasing with each passing day…. Stress of job, future and career…. Dunno where I gonna land up :(… Everyone is getting a job…. I know am not so bad… then why am still jobless…. But when I look at people running behind customers… and completing targets…. I feel “Why”… I agree it’s one part of marketing but then every company offering only sales…. Marketing is much more than just sales…. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways…. I am way too optimistic… I know I’ll get something good…. This New Year started with lots of new things in my life…. Few are good few are not…. One good thing is I am with my family…. And bad is m missing Delhi since we all have shifted to noida for next one year :((…. I am missing Delhi miserably…. I am yet not feeling big difference since am spending most of my time in Delhi only even after shifting here…. But it won’t be possible once I’ll start going to college…. One last month was really good….. Cold Delhi evenings when I hardly used to stay at home….. So many things to do…. So many places to go…. Delhi truly rocks…. And by Delhi I mean South Delhi :P…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is I am back on my blog…. In Delhi, I rarely used to stay at home or spend time online…. But here I have nothing much to do…. So, I would rather write here than wasting time playing games… usually I just think I’ll write this or that but then so many things to do…. So many places to go… :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see… what more is there to explore in this new year…I know I am bit late but a Very Happy New Year 2010 to everyone….. Wishing you all a great year ahead with all happiness and success in life… Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God for a wonderful 2009… I just wish my 2010 to be wonderful in the same manner…with new learnings and good earnings ;) :D…. Love you for everything you gave me and everything you are going to give me… *wink wink* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be back soon…. With more happenings…. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Photo source: &lt;a href="http://nikonsniper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikon Sniper &lt;/a&gt;&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/7368949298039441477-6023956545424256184?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6023956545424256184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6023956545424256184' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6023956545424256184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6023956545424256184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2010/01/delhi-winters-i-am-loving-it-d.html' title='Delhi winters…. I am loving it :D'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/S0oGFXqdIwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AupoGebwNMY/s72-c/DSC_5620a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1624532989250240120</id><published>2009-12-01T06:08:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:51:48.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday Pearl!! :D :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SxRrDBwN-CI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SssPMgGCeyY/s1600/HappyBirthday57.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410066752133265442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SxRrDBwN-CI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SssPMgGCeyY/s400/HappyBirthday57.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY :) :)&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my internet :( the moment is all spoiled.... I was so excited yesterday and wanted to wish you Yesterday only but my internet wasn't working it goes out of service hardly once or twice in an year why the hell it was the day I was waiting for so eagerly :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the birthday post I wanted to post yesterday evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***Today is your 1st birthday :D.... And here I am with a name for you... Pearl!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl.... when it came in my mind I was not thinking about its meaning but once I started liking it I wanted to relate you with its meaning........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pearl is a hard substance found deep beneath the sea inside the shell covered with number of coated layers on it and due the presence of numerous layers it’s very hard in nature its appearance is soft and soothing.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearls are of different colors.... Earlier I thought of calling you "Pink Pearl" but then I felt it’s not going with my personality.... Way too girly... :P Second option was "Red Pearl" but it’s already given to Nokia's new phone series.... Well... I dropped the idea of using colors and I decided to leave it as Pearl only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college all the time I was thinking about this moment when I’ll go home and wish you your first birthday...It’s such a great feeling... :D&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling nostalgic :D.... Last year when I started writing I was stressed about my SIP and this year too scene is no different am worried about Job :))&lt;br /&gt;But whatever I am happy about this one year.... We spent together :)) Writing was always my hobby but now when you are here in my life it’s a part of my life I know at times I feel lazy or moody or remain busy but the thought of your existence is always there in my mind... just like your loved ones whether you daily meet them or not but the feel that they exist is always there in the back of the mind.... I really wanted to do something special on your birthday so I tried poetry for you.... :) My first attempt exclusively for you :D here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were with me when I was feeling low....&lt;br /&gt;You gave me reasons to feel good and glow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with you the moments I smiled I cried&lt;br /&gt;At times I was crazy but I never lied ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are special and so is your day&lt;br /&gt;Here I am wishing you a Very Happy Birthday :D&lt;/STRONG&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love you Pearl…. muaah… :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you God for everything :)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This was something I was waiting to post whole day long.... but anyways :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once again Belated Happy Birthday Pearl! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Yesterday was my blog's first Birthday :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-1624532989250240120?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1624532989250240120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1624532989250240120' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1624532989250240120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1624532989250240120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/12/belated-happy-birthday-pearl-d-d.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday Pearl!! :D :D'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SxRrDBwN-CI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SssPMgGCeyY/s72-c/HappyBirthday57.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1912650949696066782</id><published>2009-11-27T00:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:42:10.699+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Life is good….. “Full form of LG”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sw7Q9VnqaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6HIs1fJ2bSU/s1600/06-07-buildingrelationships.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408489954712643874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sw7Q9VnqaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6HIs1fJ2bSU/s400/06-07-buildingrelationships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have my Brand Management exam tomorrow…. So started with brand stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;I am over flowing with various thoughts in my mind….. Dunno from where to start… It’s been a long time since I was here… more than a month…. I did miss my blog and my blogger friends but life is being different and dynamic…. I have finally shifted back home… And I have decided to continue rest last 2 months of my MBA from here only…. And I am loving it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hated Noida buses but now I have experienced it and I feel it’s not that bad… I have got few companions as well going college from South Delhi… Actually nothing can be worst than staying alone especially when you are not in any kinda relationship and people around you are too self indulged… yes, I do have good friends but how much a person can talk on phone with friends…. Even after spending 4-5 hours a day on phone still the feeling of loneliness never goes…. I personally feel people in true love never feel alone no matter where they are… In a group or just simply alone…. Because people in love are always accompanied by the thoughts of their better half (I hate using gf/bf terminology) if not them in person…. And they don’t even realize days… months…..years……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In past sometime, I came across people with different meaning of relationship and love… I won’t say they are anywhere wrong but they are different in thoughts…. Practical and materialistic…. They do not crave to be with their love nor they expect much… possessiveness is nowhere for them and they don’t mind or feel jealous seeing their better half with anybody or dating anybody else….. They truly ‘Understand’…. Must say they do…. I know I am a very possessive person :P and I personally lack ‘that’ understanding factor…. And my level-headedness changes its definition where relationships are concerned… Am I biased….?? Yes! I am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel it’s only me wrong here… Now days everyone is practical and happy being so…. But why the hell I am not ready to accept the fact there is nothing called ‘the magical dream like feeling’ in real  :’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am still living in my school life…. Where this ‘feelings’ part was so prominent in everyone’s life…. Everyone moved on and I am still struck here… Yes, I do remember what I wrote in my last post was contradictory to this one…. But whatever…. may be am just feeling low ….. I don’t wanna write anymore… I have two exams tomorrow…. Customer Relationship Management and Brand Management…. I talked about relationships and started with brand LG… Now need to sleep… :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my dear blog I remember your birthday is ahead just 3 more days are left… I was thinking of giving you a name on your day….. Search is on…. Let’s see... I gonna disclose it on your birthday only…. Love ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God I am angry with you this time seriously :| Katti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-1912650949696066782?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1912650949696066782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1912650949696066782' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1912650949696066782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1912650949696066782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-good-full-form-of-lg.html' title='Life is good….. “Full form of LG”'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sw7Q9VnqaSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6HIs1fJ2bSU/s72-c/06-07-buildingrelationships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1453527888500142993</id><published>2009-10-22T12:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:47:21.972+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My 22nd Birthday…… :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SuAFl23FuKI/AAAAAAAAApM/FjXJv_9C8Aw/s1600-h/Matthews_Sunrise2_JPEG_Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395318501529729186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SuAFl23FuKI/AAAAAAAAApM/FjXJv_9C8Aw/s400/Matthews_Sunrise2_JPEG_Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday was my 22nd birthday…. And hence it added one more year of experience to my life…. I was just recalling the things changed in past one year……. My mindset…. My priorities…. And I learned few valuable things which will help me forever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, before jumping to the philosophy part I would like to share how my day was… it was great… I went to my old campus i.e., North campus with my graduation friend…. We roamed… enjoyed our favorite street food… then walked on the streets of Kamla Nagar Market…. Recalled old days and missed our graduation time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then I did shopping for my mom…. What can be better than buying gifts for your loved ones….. And to make them smile…. :D After that we few friends assembled at Connaught Place and celebrated my birthday… And that wasn’t the end… I then went to my place and celebrated with my family… :D….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was a great day…. Though few things went wrong… some misunderstandings…. Misconceptions…. Which still need to be cleared :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can really sense the changes as m growing… changes around me…. In me… My mindset my outlook…. Everything changing…. Usually I cry on my birthday may be coz I want it to be perfect and to celebrate it with everyone I love which is not possible always…. That’s something cannot be justified…. Yesterday after 10 years I realized I have no tears left nor I bother about silly things… Yes I do feel terribly bad about few things but crying part is missing… And here I recalled my professor’s words…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In graduation, my Physical Anthropology professor once said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Enjoy the feelings you have today, the smiles, the laughs, the tears, the pain, the hurt…. Coz as you’ll grow mature you’ll realize you are losing all the feelings within… you’ll cry no more…. Very few things will hurt you and you won’t shed tears like you do today”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And today I realized how true he was…. I do cry…. But less now…. I do bother about people but very few people…. I do laugh but rarely…. Things so changed….. And so I am…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I realized people ditch you when you need them the most… Here people are those people who call you friend and enjoy moments with you…. But when you want them to stand beside you…. You’ll find them enjoying with others…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And suddenly I realized my post is going more towards sad things….. NO NO NO….. That’s just not me :P Some bad experiences were ruling my mind and it came out :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyways…. Even after few bad things I love my life and all the imperfections and as I am growing I am falling even deeply in love with it…. I love My family, Myself, my life and few good friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Life is the most precious gift of God and even more precious are the people whom I love and who love me… without them life is nothing…. And of course I love you my blog :D…. this is my first birthday with you.... Muaah :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And this post is incomplete without remembering the one I usually complain to for all wrong things…. &lt;strong&gt;My dear God…. Thank you for everything&lt;/strong&gt;….. Love you :) &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/7368949298039441477-1453527888500142993?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1453527888500142993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1453527888500142993' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1453527888500142993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1453527888500142993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-22nd-birthday.html' title='My 22nd Birthday…… :) :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SuAFl23FuKI/AAAAAAAAApM/FjXJv_9C8Aw/s72-c/Matthews_Sunrise2_JPEG_Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1989751329882346992</id><published>2009-09-28T18:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:57:00.945+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Disney... My Another Love :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SsC5f-rFP2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/vJxP8ldig8o/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386509113385893730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SsC5f-rFP2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/vJxP8ldig8o/s400/disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It just clicked my mind while watching another Disney movie ;)… Disney movies are something I can watch anytime…. During exams too I watched one…. It was&lt;strong&gt; “Another Cinderella Story”…..&lt;/strong&gt; It was so damn good… I loved it just so much….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies are more like living a dream…. So inspiring and motivating…. I always feel like am living a different life I always wish to live… In fact my real life is no less than any Disney flick ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is my favorite since I was a kid…. I used to watch it in episodes during my weekends on DD2 and weekly cartoons which included &lt;strong&gt;Aladdin, Tale Spin, Duck tales, Gummy Bears, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy&lt;/strong&gt;…. And so on…. But I started watching Disney movies quite later…. And now I am a die-hard Disney fan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney worth to be worshipped for his work…. My madness even compelled me to search Walt Disney’s history, aims, purpose, life and everything….. I studied Disney as a company their work culture, kinda jobs, Marketing and advertising, work environment, ethics, life in Disneyland and everything… And of course opportunities for a fresher in Disney as a company :P but but….. they prefer LOCALITES….. Anyways I would say their hard luck here….. Though I know it’s mine :(( Anyways !!! :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Disney, I appreciate it and love it… I was into it since childhood when I was in 2nd standard… I was always a member of these Disney and cartoon network clubs…. I posted them my drawings, posters, and other handmade stuff…. And they used to send me their stickers, birthday cards and so on…. It continued for quite some time and then I got busy with my school and all… But I still have those 12-13 years old stickers :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says “you are still a kid watching cartoons and enjoying them”…. I hardly watch TV though… but whenever I watch I search for some good Disney movie or cartoon… though they have spoiled Disney Channel upto an extent by showing those stupid copied Indian programs :P but I still look for original ones…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duck tales, Wizards of Waverly place, Jack and Cody, my all time favorite Lizzie and all…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No matter what my eyes will be on Disneyland…. If not as a part of their organization I’ll definitely go there for holidaying and adventure :)….. I am just looking forward to grab a good job…. Dunno how long will it take…. But it will happen I know :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello God!! Can you hear me!!! I need a fairy right now…. ;) ;)&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/7368949298039441477-1989751329882346992?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1989751329882346992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1989751329882346992' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1989751329882346992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1989751329882346992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/09/disney-my-another-love.html' title='Disney... My Another Love :) :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SsC5f-rFP2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/vJxP8ldig8o/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2872608135242847951</id><published>2009-09-14T20:32:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:50:59.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My Pending Tags :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sq5jbfGJosI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MQAUOQTy26Q/s1600-h/lazy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381347928609235650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sq5jbfGJosI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MQAUOQTy26Q/s400/lazy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My last week was a kinda busy followed by a lazy weekend… since my exams are going to start from September 18th it was the last week of this semester… So many things happened in one week… Can say it was eventful… Yes, some moments were depressing too…. But that’s something very obvious part of life….&lt;br /&gt;Finally I’ve completed my five pending tags…. And friends sorry for the delay…. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag I &lt;/strong&gt;(the easiest tag :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nazishrahman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nazish Rehman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for the tag Nazish, Here it goes…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RULES:…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-RULE 1 You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- RULE 2 You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-RULE 3 Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Asked someone to marry you? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Ever told a lie? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Kissed a picture? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Fallen asleep at work/school? Innocent ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Held a snake? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been suspended from school? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Stolen from a store? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been fired from a job? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Done something you regret? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Kissed in the rain? InnocentSat on a roof top? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Sang in the shower? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Shaved your head? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Had a boxing membership? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Made a boyfriend cry? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been in a band? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Shot a gun? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Donated Blood? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Eaten alligator meat? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Eaten cheesecake? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Have/had a tattoo? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been too honest? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Ruined a surprise? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Joined a pageant? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Had communication with your ex? Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag II&lt;/strong&gt; (this was the toughest one :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Associate something with each number from 1-10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sourav-pandey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sourav Pandey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. One: One Love… One Life…. One Family…. And God is one!&lt;br /&gt;2. Two: Brothers…. Love them a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Three: My lucky number!&lt;br /&gt;4. Four: I have just completed four tags :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Five: Five more months are left in B-school… Gonna miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Six: Hrithik has got six fingers in each hand :P :P&lt;br /&gt;7. Seven: Seven digit salary (My expected salary per month in next 3 years)&lt;br /&gt;8. Eight: followed by seven :P&lt;br /&gt;9. Nine: Navratras :) (can’t think of anything else)&lt;br /&gt;10. Ten: Mobile number consists of 10 digits!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Simba Tago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tag is to take a day of your life and tag the products u use that day...tag all that u can .. that u come across it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My day starts with&lt;br /&gt;Nescafe black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my skin I use:&lt;br /&gt;Nivea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two essentials when I get ready:&lt;br /&gt;Lip balm and Kajal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First thing I check after switching on my lappy: My blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Handset I use:&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 5610&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connections I use:&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone: Airtel and idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Broadband: Airtel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am bored with: Orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite clothing brands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Casuals- Levis&lt;br /&gt;Formals- Van heusen&lt;br /&gt;Sports- Reebok&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic wear- Westside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite footwear:&lt;br /&gt;Formals- Woodland&lt;br /&gt;Casual- Levis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I crave for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Coffee and a good sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun:&lt;br /&gt;I bunk classes and go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyfisunpredictable.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Aspirant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Rule, You Rule, We RuleThe idea is, to list five items in each category and not necessarily in order of liking. You can always add or subtract categories according to your will. Then tag five lovely people to be the next ones to take this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. “Item”&lt;br /&gt;2. “Hell”&lt;br /&gt;3. “Not again”&lt;br /&gt;4. “You know what”&lt;br /&gt;5. “Dunno”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. If Only&lt;br /&gt;2. Guru&lt;br /&gt;3. Socha na tha&lt;br /&gt;4. Jab we met&lt;br /&gt;5. Lakshya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words That Should Be Banned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. "Fuck" – The F-word!!&lt;br /&gt;2.“Impossible” – I just can’t understand this word!&lt;br /&gt;3. “Have patience” – I just can’t!!&lt;br /&gt;4. “Chill“ – Especially when I am stressed and someone says this :P&lt;br /&gt;5. “Forget it” – A suggestion that I hate the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite one liner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Course of true love never does run smooth&lt;br /&gt;2. Here I am! What were your other two wishes?&lt;br /&gt;3. You’re someone I could really blog about!&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no heaven like mutual love.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Books&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tough for me!!&lt;br /&gt;1.Love Story by Eric Segal&lt;br /&gt;2.Palomino by Danielle Steel&lt;br /&gt;3.Sunsigns by Linda Goodman&lt;br /&gt;4.Five point someone by Chetan Bhagat&lt;br /&gt;5.Marketing Management by Kotler (it’s a bible for marketing students) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sublimecreativity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Shaunak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4 – “This information is the backbone of the ongoing information system”&lt;br /&gt;(From Marketing Research by David A. Aaker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can &amp;amp; catch what? – My Cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? – Shahid’s Interview… I guess last to last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is? – 8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? – 8.20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?- Noise of fan :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? – At 12.30pm for college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8. Before you started this Q&amp;amp;As, what did you look at?- Gmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9. What are you wearing? – Clothes of course! Not leaves for sure :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;10. When did you last laugh? –In college.. Now don’t ask me the time :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in? – Tubelight :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately? – Yeah an advertisement of some Black Magician it was damn funny!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz? A pending task &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;14. What is the last film you saw? – Kameeney…. My Shahid Rocked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy? Nothing as of now… I’ll start my business!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I dunno!- I am a devil…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?- Environment… It’s too polluted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;18. Do you like to Dance?- Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?- You are talking about kids I am not yet ready for marriage!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?- Not again please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;21. Would you ever consider living abroad? – No issues for few months or a year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates? – Welcome back sweetheart! How was your stay on Earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pheww!! Big task.... I am feeling better now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I would like to tag everybody left with these tags.... :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Blogging Friends... I'll be back after my exams!!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care! Cheers!! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2872608135242847951?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2872608135242847951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2872608135242847951' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2872608135242847951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2872608135242847951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-pending-tags.html' title='My Pending Tags :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sq5jbfGJosI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MQAUOQTy26Q/s72-c/lazy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6928945782238544482</id><published>2009-09-07T10:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:52:03.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Expressions- VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SqSYPb7VHVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1wxRS5i5KXY/s1600-h/lonely-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378591245949279570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SqSYPb7VHVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1wxRS5i5KXY/s400/lonely-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My weekend was good… but mood is not… I have many things to write… but this is not the best time…. I’ll come up with my post soon…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sourav&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nazish&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll try to do the tags as soon as possible… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Missing your posts &lt;strong&gt;Amal&lt;/strong&gt;…. When you are planning your comeback?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I know I have missed few posts of my fellow bloggers but I’ll read them very soon…&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most intense mood fluctuations…… But I'll be fine soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This post was just to mark my present here and I am still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be back soon…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I forget to Thank You God… For everything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-6928945782238544482?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6928945782238544482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6928945782238544482' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6928945782238544482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6928945782238544482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/09/expressions-vi.html' title='Expressions- VI'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SqSYPb7VHVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1wxRS5i5KXY/s72-c/lonely-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4847321972960696872</id><published>2009-08-29T15:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:21:11.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Are changing trends changing Men…?? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Spj3Y_sJWaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/edOU7FbwuWs/s1600-h/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375318164052203938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Spj3Y_sJWaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/edOU7FbwuWs/s400/men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Once I was reading a case about increasing popularity of men’s beauty products…. Hell… It was so damn interesting…. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I was figuring out the reasons behind this revolution in the men’s beauty industry and also their changing mindsets regarding work, home, women and personal care… Here I would like to share my views…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, there was a time when only men used to go out for work and women used to take care of household chores... Time changed women also started moving out and engaged themselves in office work but it’s not only women who changed their place but same happened with men too…. They started working in kitchens simultaneously and started going to Men's Saloons and the use of Exclusive Men’s creams and products came into being….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are few things which are still the same and can’t be changed as far as men are concerned :P… But then yes… they are now beauty conscious in fact many are even more conscious than women… They are regular about going to men’s saloons and their beauty treatments.. their complexion… Skin, hair style, waxing and everything which usually only women used to do…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally know few guys who are too conscious about their skin, hairs, fitness, complexion, dress up and all that… In fact I would say obsessed with it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once I stepped into the lift of my apartment and a guy was standing with his face covered with some sort of face pack…. He was kinda embarrassed too… :P and I was thinking how can he step out of his home like this! A girl would never ever come out like this except emergencies like earthquake or fire in the building :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the basic reasons behind these changes in attitude of men…??? Well…. I feel one of its reason is women…. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can justify myself…. Why they need to cook or go to men’s saloons?? It’s because they are now required to prove that yes they can be all rounder too and women are proficient in everything whether it be cooking, home management, sports, work place stress, emotional stress, personal care, technology etc…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now cooking and other tasks are not only specified to fairer sex when both work equally and together… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason mentioned in the case was “Men are moving towards beauty products because of the increasing number of female employees at workplace ;)” Well, it can be one of the reasons….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reason can be overall personality…. Say if two people are going to appear for an interview for same job with similar credentials then personality factor plays a very important role…. Well groomed one is always preferred over the one who is messy and clumsy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no doubt looking good boosts one’s ego as well…. This is the reason why all the beauty products, deodorants, shaving cream advertisements project things like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you’ll use Axe effect or so and so deodorant you’ll be famous among girls”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in case of girls they show “fair and lovely can help you getting your dream job” :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it doesn’t makes any sense because it’s not any deodorant or beauty cream it’s about way of perceiving yourself…. But these are the games which marketers play…. And they usually derive what they aim at by the means of these advertisements… I guess I am going deep inside marketing…… let me put a full stop here… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of marketing and entering in to the kitchen…. Earlier men were not into usual cooking but the changing trends like prolonged bachelorhood and dual income cultivated this habit in them… And of course it’s always good to be independent… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know still not all guys are into going to men’s saloons or working in kitchen…. But in the changing scenario it’ll be a necessity for all…. And it’s always an added advantage for them to look good and cook well ;) ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for this all I can say is "Good Luck Boys…!!!" :)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-4847321972960696872?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4847321972960696872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4847321972960696872' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4847321972960696872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4847321972960696872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-changing-trends-changing-men.html' title='Are changing trends changing Men…?? ;)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Spj3Y_sJWaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/edOU7FbwuWs/s72-c/men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5332450144988220920</id><published>2009-08-24T16:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:45:16.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>LIFE is like a Game of TETRIS….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SpJwKOFlQEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/crS0ECwut0M/s1600-h/tetris.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373480626288934978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SpJwKOFlQEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/crS0ECwut0M/s400/tetris.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Tetris is one of my all time favorites… I can play it for hours….. And I started playing it when I was in class 4th… Since then I am into it…. That was the time when me and brothers used to fight for “My turn to play” and used to wait eagerly for the next turn……&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life changed so are we…We don’t fight for Tetris anymore nor for TV…. There was a time when we used to fight for TV remote… They used to hate discovery and random cartoons and I used to hate 24X7 sports channels….. They are into sports since they were in 4th standard….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But yes there was something common in us and that was sports…. We used to play together and we had common friends…. We used to play every sport…. Whether it be cricket or football or kho kho or hide ‘n’ seek or whatever…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ahh… feeling nostalgic again…. Everything just flashbacked from childhood….. :) That was certainly the best time of my life :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Coming back to Tetris…. While playing Tetris I was comparing it with life (it’s my natural inbuilt tendency… I just can’t stop thinking :P)…. Life and Tetris are quite similar… For instance in Tetris random blocks keeps on coming and we adjust them in our best way we can just like Life where different situations keeps on coming and we handle them in our best possible manner…. And just like the shapes of blocks the situations are also random and different in nature and design with their distinctive features and we need to fit/solve them accordingly…. When we adjust the blocks in the best manner we get extra points and in life we get best of results…. One more thing is you can never predict which block will be next or after that… it’s random without our will sometimes it is what we were looking for sometimes it’s not….. Same goes for life too…. We can’t predict what is coming our way next nor it’s always our wish but then life is a game we need to play in a best manner we can….. Sometimes things get messed up too and they can be resolved on playing well further… Mistakes teaches us and we can always try our best not to repeat them….. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life is a well designed game by God…. And we all get an equal chance to play…. Now it’s up to an individual how to manage it…. yes, Destiny plays its role and so do Luck but then they are not the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well this was what I‘ve felt and few other things too but I guess this was what I wanted to write :D….. I love playing Tetris........ ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And life…. It’s my favorite &lt;strong&gt;GAME&lt;/strong&gt; :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: I know life is much more than just a Tetris game... but this was just a comparison... I love finding life in everthing I love to do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-5332450144988220920?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5332450144988220920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5332450144988220920' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5332450144988220920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5332450144988220920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-like-game-of-tetris.html' title='LIFE is like a Game of TETRIS….'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SpJwKOFlQEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/crS0ECwut0M/s72-c/tetris.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1643329756683037720</id><published>2009-08-18T01:19:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:13:12.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>…..And LIFE moves on…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Som1em2fKrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cEnQ5FhnkLw/s1600-h/engagement_ring_memphis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023568045812402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Som1em2fKrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cEnQ5FhnkLw/s400/engagement_ring_memphis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Today my closest girlfriend told me about her formal engagement with a guy in her office… And I am really really happy for her :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I remember before 4 months she had a break up with her guy….. And she was shattered though she wasn’t showing her pain… But I sensed it…. Then her guy got married to some other girl…. Arranged marriage and all that…. She was really very upset…. Honestly, I hated that guy for what he had done…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways life moves on… She met some other guy in her office… though they were friends from the very beginning but things were never more than friendship and one fine day the guy proposed her and now they are getting married soon…. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wow!! Thousands things started popping up in my mind the moment she told me about her engagement :D… Very first thing I asked her was “Do you love him?” and she replied “He loves me a lot” I again asked but “Do YOU love him?” and she replied “yes, I do and I’ll be happy with him”….. And also about all those li’l things he do for her…. That was really very cute :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I know she has realized why her last guy got married with someone else because she deserved someone better and that moron was damn unlucky :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Once one of my guy friend told me… there is nothing called true love and its all about understanding and care… and if these two things are there you can spend your life with anyone… Well…. I don’t agree (I also feel only guys can think this way :P) though it’s just a personal opinion… nor I’ll justify the statement though I can… but I know one thing…. life is not so simple and obvious now a days like it was in the past…. When people knew that they will fall in love after marriage and live their life merrily…. Now things are different and people are complicated and so are their lives… you can’t take it for granted that the person will accept all your complexities…. And there you realize the value of love (of course m not talking about friendly, brotherly or motherly love here :P)… Because when you are in love you know you’ll do it and will win every situation… It makes life different and nothing seems difficult :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I know when my parents talk about marriage in front of me I don’t react negatively though I know my mindset is very clear and what I have to achieve in life they too know my career goals very well… And I won’t blame them if they are worried about marriage and all… Earlier I used to deny now I just don’t utter a word…. No that doesn’t mean I am ready it simply means go ahead and I’ll handle things my way…:P :P ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I don’t think about this aspect of my life at the moment…. Before few days I saw a dream that I was about to get engaged with a guy I don’t love and I was locked in a room and I was trying to run away it was a very weird dream and specially when I don’t even think about this issue… it was a damn suffocating nightmare :P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I don’t know about people but I know about myself I can’t dare to imagine a life without love…. Nor I can fall in love with just anybody I meet… In fact I feel I can’t actually fall in love… Complex…. I know…. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I dunno what’s there for me in store… Right now have so many other things…. My MBA… my placement….. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And then how can I forget I don’t need to take all this pain when God knows everything… I know He’ll handle it ;) ;) And he knows what I want from Life….&lt;br /&gt;Whatever…. Dunno from where I started about myself…. Huh!! :P :P…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In the end, I just wanna congratulate my friend once again… Wishing her a wonderful life ahead :D….. Cheers!! :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7368949298039441477-1643329756683037720?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1643329756683037720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1643329756683037720' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1643329756683037720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1643329756683037720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-life-moves-on.html' title='…..And LIFE moves on…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Som1em2fKrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cEnQ5FhnkLw/s72-c/engagement_ring_memphis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5490604711370175374</id><published>2009-08-09T17:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:46:14.175+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>God's favorite Girl :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sn69fqZmvhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Intfz332hM0/s1600-h/thank_you_god_bumper_sticker-p128266760113469415trl0_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367936157527490066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sn69fqZmvhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Intfz332hM0/s400/thank_you_god_bumper_sticker-p128266760113469415trl0_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Time is moving pretty fast…..Half of my 3rd semester is already over just like that…. Enjoying…. Having fun….. Exploring new opportunities….. And with time the fire within me is growing stronger… and deep… More I am moving forward more I am wishing to achieve everything…. My life before 1 year was different…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had an ambition since I was in school and I knew I’ll do something good…. I was precise about my career path since my school time… in class 9th I wanted to be an Archaeologist…. But my love for science pushed me towards science stream….. That time I wished to be an engineer…. Since I was good in Biology my teacher used to praise me a lot and I was inclined towards medical…. But from within I knew I’ll never go for human-dissection so medical field never dominated my mind…. But yes I was throughout a topper in literature….. So when my result was declared my English teacher very hopefully and happily suggested me that I should do Mass Communication or English honors…. But something else was destined for me…. I gave all entrances…. Medical and Mass communication and luckily I got selected in both but none of the colleges were of my choice….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before I could have compromised I have got an opportunity to go for Anthropology honors which was a perfect blend of everything- Genetics, Medical, forensic, Archaeology, Social Anthropology, Practical fieldwork and required good writing skills…. And the best part Hansraj College… I am still thankful to God for choosing such a wonderful thing for me…. Yes! it was chosen by God…. Entirely by Him… I nowhere… never… asked Him for this… And I was blaming Him for not giving me Mass communication college of my choice of course I was not interested in medical… I gave its entrance just for the sake of it… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Entered into the college life…. It was beautiful and different…. A free life….. Independence of doing whatever… no uniform…. No boundaries….. No pressure…. A free bird…. Flying high…. Learned lessons of life….. Tried every stupid thing with friends…. Loved every damn bit of my graduation life and for the first two years of my graduation I was sure of doing M.Sc. in Anthropology…. But in final year a major change in my life turned me towards MBA…. I was so motivated by it that I knew I’ll do MBA… my friends were taking coaching for MBA entrance exams and I just thought of it! I wasn’t sure of cracking entrance exam and further stages…. And then I was restricted from giving CAT due to certain practical evaluation in college which was mandatory for clearing final year… Things were not coming easy…. But luckily I cleared the only entrance exam I gave and its further stages too….. Here again I’ll give the credit to God and of course my family who always supported me in my every damn decision…. No matter what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;M a driven person… driven by will power and passion…. And I know God is there for me…. The best thing He gave me is my family…. And people around me…. I am really a &lt;strong&gt;*Blessed gal*…&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know God I blame You at times….. Emotionally blackmail You by shedding tears…. Whenever things don’t go my way I shout at You… complain…. But trust me I really love You and have complete faith in You…. From within I know You won’t do any wrong to me…. And I know each time You show me WHY You do not listen to me… I know am still your li’l kid who is too reluctant to grow up…. And I know that You still love me that way…. :D…..&lt;br /&gt;You always choose &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt; for me…. And God.. To tell You the truth… I am loving it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I know… that You know…. What I am waiting for now…. *wink wink* :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you :-) :-) &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/7368949298039441477-5490604711370175374?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5490604711370175374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5490604711370175374' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5490604711370175374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5490604711370175374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-favorite-girl.html' title='God&apos;s favorite Girl :-)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sn69fqZmvhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Intfz332hM0/s72-c/thank_you_god_bumper_sticker-p128266760113469415trl0_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2955581164063026893</id><published>2009-08-05T18:27:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:56:38.644+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>No Sorrow to Die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SnmEoEWc-NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A4U-L429GK8/s1600-h/asr+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466254886205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SnmEoEWc-NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A4U-L429GK8/s400/asr+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This story is written and mailed by my dear friend Natesha whom I met during my official trip to Amritsar…..&lt;br /&gt;I wish to express my word of thanks to her for writing such a beautiful piece of writing for me…. Thank you dear… :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: THE STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here goes her work---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;“It was definitely Love at first sight for me. Her name was Deepika. And she had come on an official visit to the office where I worked. Even though my meeting with her was preplanned, I had erroneously been informed that I would be meeting some gentle man. So naturally, meeting this gorgeous young woman took me by surprise. But that was not all. There was something about her that attracted me the instant I saw her. She was so beautiful. Those deep set brown eyes &amp;amp; that pearly smile could have mesmerized anyone. But there was something else too, some force unexplainable, that pulled me towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi mam! can you tell me about this?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was smiling sweetly as she held a piece of paper for me to see. It was the address of the office where she was scheduled to have a meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya sure", I smiled back, "I will take you there" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying her to the meeting was an official duty, but I would have gladly done it even otherwise. Since the meeting was quite some time later, we started chatting casually. I was falling in love with her and would have done anything to spend a few precious moments with her.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she would never know it. It was not that she did not like my presence, I could sense that she liked being with me. But she would never understand the way I was feeling for her, never know what was going on in my mind. I would not blame her though. She was straight &amp;amp; engaged to the man she was hopelessly in love with. I told her that I was also engaged to be married in a couple of months' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Congrats!" She again flashed that sparkling smile of hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks", I said feebly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My engagement had not been with my whole hearted consent. I had been coerced into it. From the day I told my parents that I was lesbian, all hell broke loose in my house. Instead of trying to understand me, they simply accused me of being abnormal &amp;amp; perverted. They blackmailed, brainwashed &amp;amp; begged to be a "normal girl”. And for this, it was important that I married a man like all "healthy minded" women do. Accepting my sexuality &amp;amp; coming out of the closet itself had been an enormous challenge, and now I just could not bear the emotional torture my parents were piling up on me. So I had agreed to the proposal they had been insisting upon even though I had never met that man. But I knew instinctively that this marriage would never take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tringg... tringg.... tringgg.....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Deepika's cell phone ringing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its boss", she said, making a mock serious expression. She moved away from her chair to take the call. Her boss had called to inform her that the meeting had been canceled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, let’s go for a walk then", I suggested. My own boss was absent from office that day, &amp;amp; I decided to make good use of this opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Deepika &amp;amp; I set off together on a short walk, she told me about her future plans &amp;amp; ambitions. The more the time I spent with her, the more deeply I was falling for her. I just could not take my gaze off her angelic face. Suddenly she looked at me in the eye &amp;amp; asked about my future plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lowered my gaze."Whatever my parents decide" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started laughing on hearing my reply. "Ha ha ah you are such a typical Indian girl!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply gave her a pathetic look. There was not anything else that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever tell her about my future plans? How could I tell this girl who was so much in love with her life that I no longer loved mine? How could I tell this angel who made me feel so alive that I planned to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;She sensed my discomfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I did not mean to hurt you. I just want to tell you that you should do only what you really feel like doing. You should not give in to others' pressures." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. ya.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now we had almost reached back to my office. It was 7 O'Clock in the evening &amp;amp; the sky was churning out different hues of orange, pink &amp;amp; dark blue. I looked as she marveled at nature's beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful evening! I am so happy to have spent it with you, I just like you so much!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me tightly for a few seconds. When she had freed me from her arms, I looked deep into her sincere dark eyes, &amp;amp; felt engulfed by love. The kind of love that reaches deep into your soul, deep into your very being. The kind of love that liberates you from all worldly attachments, the kind of love that takes you to a higher realm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you", she whispered into my ear, holding my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too", I smiled back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Deepika had made me realize the power of true love, and once you are touched by it, there is no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she had made me see the beauty of life, still I would go along with the things I had already planned.&lt;br /&gt;I would go home &amp;amp; end this hopeless life of mine. I knew I would have to do this, there was no other way out. But now, I would have no sorrow to die as I had experienced true love in this life time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I simply loved your work dear…. You are such a sweetheart.. Your writing skills are really very well… Wishing you all the luck, success and happiness for future…. Take Care…. :D :D”&lt;br /&gt;Loads of Love…&lt;br /&gt;Deepika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2955581164063026893?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2955581164063026893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2955581164063026893' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2955581164063026893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2955581164063026893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-sorrow-to-die.html' title='No Sorrow to Die...'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SnmEoEWc-NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A4U-L429GK8/s72-c/asr+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5406612167415463323</id><published>2009-07-15T21:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:28:18.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A DOZEN things to be accomplished in my Tweenhood.... ‘A tag’</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sl37i8eaTWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ifhQ0OhgR-s/s1600-h/Supertramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358715709408562530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sl37i8eaTWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ifhQ0OhgR-s/s400/Supertramp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hemu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here goes the list of 12 things I would like to achieve in my twenties…. Though my dreams are quite big… but since they are dreams... And dreams have no limit….. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. First thing is to complete my MBA and to grab a good job with a package by which I can fulfill dreams of my parents and my all luxury dreams.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams include….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In next 5 years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To buy a luxury car, a house of my own with at least 5 rooms(not going into details of that), bank balance from which I can spend money blindly without checking out the balance and knowing that I have much to throw, to build an orphanage and an old age home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In next 10 years:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To have my own private jet, to buy my dream company, to buy a luxurious beach house on a deserted island of Australia… ;)&lt;br /&gt;**not going in details of all other comforts….&lt;br /&gt;(M very down to earth you see) ;) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. To marry a guy of my dreams…. Umm…. Its not a right time nor place to discuss about this…. ;) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. To give my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a wonderful life of their dreams or even better…. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4. To learn horse riding and to spend at least one year or say 6 months (lack of time)…. on a ranch….. And to experience “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranch Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”…. It’s my inner dream…. Its a life which I visualized while reading my favorite novel…. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. To indulge in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adventure sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for fun….. And to try every damn scary adventure sport…. Rock climbing, river rafting, scuba diving, bungee jumping, skiing, para gliding…. Just everything…. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6. To associate myself with one sport for the rest of my life…. Whether it be tennis or badminton…. To keep myself not only fit but also sharp and focused….. (For only fitness gym is there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;7. To go on a world tour and to enjoy photography and to live life to the fullest…. I remember when I was a kid I used to watch a program on “discovery channel” named as “Lonely Planet”…. I would love to live such life…. In fact I would love to do such job too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;8. To adopt a ‘below poverty line’ village: Rasoolpur and to work in order to improve it….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;9. To have people around me to admire me and love me…. After all m a Libran gal…. And it’s an inner need of Libran people to have loving people all around…. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;10. To visit &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disneyland &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;at least once in every year along with my family…. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;11. To achieve everything I wish for…. No matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;12. Though I love being a kid but yes I wanna be li’l mature in order to understand the hidden intentions of people….. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well… 12 are too less for me…. But these are what came in my mind first while writing… I might have skipped many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;super crucial &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ones ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I believe in God..... I believe in Myself.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am Tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amal&lt;br /&gt;Sharad&lt;br /&gt;Karan&lt;br /&gt;Shantanu&lt;br /&gt;Creativity&lt;br /&gt;Sourav&lt;br /&gt;Nazish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Looking forward to read your say….. :)&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/7368949298039441477-5406612167415463323?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5406612167415463323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5406612167415463323' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5406612167415463323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5406612167415463323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/07/dozen-things-to-be-accomplished-in-my.html' title='A DOZEN things to be accomplished in my Tweenhood.... ‘A tag’'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sl37i8eaTWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ifhQ0OhgR-s/s72-c/Supertramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2109761942058020702</id><published>2009-07-10T11:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:21:05.815+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Let It Be…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SlbWmlrCz2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/sXibCkx6lgI/s1600-h/alone,beach,girl-c942591f5d3e9a3a551c167d1a90c451_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356704765239807842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SlbWmlrCz2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/sXibCkx6lgI/s400/alone,beach,girl-c942591f5d3e9a3a551c167d1a90c451_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I Think….&lt;br /&gt;I Cry….&lt;br /&gt;I Feel…..&lt;br /&gt;But... then I don’t show…..&lt;br /&gt;Why should I….&lt;br /&gt;When I know….&lt;br /&gt;People don’t care....&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care too…&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2109761942058020702?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2109761942058020702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2109761942058020702' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2109761942058020702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2109761942058020702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SlbWmlrCz2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/sXibCkx6lgI/s72-c/alone,beach,girl-c942591f5d3e9a3a551c167d1a90c451_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4378677011997563164</id><published>2009-07-02T20:59:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:28:17.190+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>"Drinking Habits Among youngsters" A SURVEY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkzXFh7kJcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zz6lxriTBtU/s1600-h/absolute-vodka-bottle-glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353890547044197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkzXFh7kJcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zz6lxriTBtU/s400/absolute-vodka-bottle-glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last weekend I worked for a Market Research Company in which I had to conduct a small survey and had to collect Interviews of 175 youngsters ranging between 21-35 years of age….. Of course a person aged 35 is not a youngster but that was the upper limit.&lt;br /&gt;When I first read the requirement notice by the company, it was clearly mentioned that they require 3 people for the survey… I thought it’s very easy and we two friends in a team will do the entire thing in one day…. We had a deadline…. Till Sunday 3pm we had to submit the data….&lt;br /&gt;We approached the person concerned and got to know that we had to go through a short briefing before the survey…. We went for briefing and came to know that we had to visit different corners of Delhi in order to collect the data and that’s so through personal interviews…. Different corners meant different universities in Delhi which are poles apart… I sometimes wonder how I met someone so CRAZY like me… And we enthusiastically accepted the work…. Hell yeeah.... ENTHUSIASTICALLY…. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;It started, Saturday morning…. We hired a cab (of course we were paid well for that) and started with our work… We thought of starting with South Delhi… Since its admission season it was difficult to find people above 21 years of age 70% were ranging between 17-20… But then work is work….&lt;br /&gt;Started with Venky college…. Came across many people… here i am elaborating a few…. One guy was there for his younger brother’s admission I interviewed him (main highlights):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: what comes to your mind when you hear the word “liquor”?&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;em&gt;(with a smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes)&lt;/em&gt; Liquor… Whiskey…. Where is the bottle… it excites me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(his expression was loud enough to say it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: your perception/opinion about Liquor?&lt;br /&gt;He: Well, in my opinion it’s one of the best creation of Man and everyone must drink it…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and before I could say anything)&lt;/em&gt; it should be neat, on the rocks (lots of ice), a girl to serve it…&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(Before he could continue I prompted)&lt;/em&gt; you are done FULL STOP. Thank you. &lt;em&gt;(After a pause)&lt;/em&gt; You are here for your brother’s admission, right? Does he know your views and all about liquor…?&lt;br /&gt;He: NOOOOO……. He doesn't know anything !!&lt;br /&gt;Me: :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met girls too asked them the same set of Questions…. I am glad to say at least girls are more sensible and intelligent when it comes to “Liquor”... they too drink (some of them) but wisely…. Unlike guys who are desperate every now and then to grab a bottle :P&lt;br /&gt;I collected data from venky and headed towards another college….. I am skipping ARSD…. Lets talk about MLNC, there I entered in one classroom where admission was going on…. And most of the people were busy filling forms… I approached a guy from North east (first target in that college and the first and last one who rejected to give interview :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(Smiling face :P)&lt;/em&gt; Hello… You are here for the admission, Right?&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Looked at me as if am an Alien, speaking Chinese :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Can I take your two minutes if you don’t mind?&lt;br /&gt;He: NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I studied with a North Eastern guy in my graduation, I understand... he had no knowledge of hindi, so I consider all north easties as Zero in Hindi…(though few can speak very well in Hindi)…. But Hello… I was talking English dude…. Gemme a break….!!&lt;br /&gt;I walked straight out of the class…. Was sitting alone on the stairs of the college and was just observing people moving here and there with no interest in asking any further Q to anyone… A guy approached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;He: Hi, are you here for admission?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;He: For Mark sheet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;He: Actually, i saw that you are sitting here alone since quite sometime. May I help you, I am a final year student Political science, I am here to help students coming for admission.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I explained the whole thing...….&lt;br /&gt;He: Iam Faiz, you can take my interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I conducted his interview and we started chit chatting)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: I cleared TOEFL and am going to Germany after my Exams&lt;br /&gt;Me: that’s good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We continued to talk for some more time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: how many more interviews you need?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 20 more from here&lt;br /&gt;He: Only? Just gemme sometime and be here&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime I was surrounded by guys too happy to give their interview :D&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t difficult at all…. All credit goes to Faiz….&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him and moved to North campus, A place where I spent 3 most precious years of my life….. A place which makes me nostalgic everytime i go there............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first headed towards my college, Hansraj, conducted few interviews, roamed in college and went to my science faculty…. Got few people for interview and in the end I moved to the Arts faculty, and there I met an interesting personality… His name was Varun&lt;br /&gt;My team mate approached their group (2 guys and 1 girl)&lt;br /&gt;He started with the interview of one guy, I with the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(After filling the details)&lt;/em&gt; first thing comes to your mind when you hear the word “Liquor”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry but I don’t remember precisely what he replied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;After few usual survey questions… He started with his Questions,&lt;br /&gt;He: what are you doing? Is this your job?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nopes, m a student it’s some research work m doing for experience&lt;br /&gt;He: studying what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: MBA&lt;br /&gt;He: I am also a MBA graduate from Amity. Which semester and college?&lt;br /&gt;Me: IIIrd &lt;em&gt;(gemme a break, i am the one who is supposed to asked Qs not u :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: what’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Deepika&lt;br /&gt;He: full name&lt;br /&gt;Me: Deepika Gupta&lt;br /&gt;He: Delhiite?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yess, k tel me which of the following drinks do you consume? &lt;em&gt;(i had a list of drinks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: I have tried all…. Do you drink? (&lt;em&gt;Again his Qs started&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO&lt;br /&gt;He: Seriously? Actually I also don’t drink….. actually in past 6 months since I joined office….. blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Me: :P….. it’s okay!! Don’t worry, your name is not going to be there in the magazine it’s a general survey&lt;br /&gt;He: I don’t care even if it’s gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the last interview of that day…. Pheww!!! Hell it was Tiring….&lt;br /&gt;After that we submitted the data collected….&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno when the data analysis will be out… What I can say is… &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;guys are more into drinking…. Than girls…. They love Whiskey(most), beer and Vodka…. Whereas most preferred drink among girls is Vodka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My last weekend was good… I have already started looking for work for this weekend and further weekends… I can’t sit idle for two complete days… As far as hanging out, chilling is concerned… I do it daily…. Remember, m still in college and I still have an option of bunking ;))&lt;br /&gt;Life Rocks!!!!!! \m/ :D :D&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/7368949298039441477-4378677011997563164?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4378677011997563164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4378677011997563164' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4378677011997563164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4378677011997563164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-habits-among-youngsters-survey.html' title='&quot;Drinking Habits Among youngsters&quot; A SURVEY....'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkzXFh7kJcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zz6lxriTBtU/s72-c/absolute-vodka-bottle-glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6235560787042042734</id><published>2009-06-28T20:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:21:45.765+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My Busy… Lovely Weekend…… :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkeDZjAUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-UsJ24Kjc3g/s1600-h/20081010_oaf_pwalsh_106_290x218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352391157069670290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkeDZjAUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-UsJ24Kjc3g/s400/20081010_oaf_pwalsh_106_290x218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had a great weekend… Worked on Saturday…. And enjoyed my Sunday…. Weather is hot like hell here umm around 45 degrees…. I still enjoyed it…. :D&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling so damn tired right now…. But coz am excited and happy I feel like writing :D&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a project on Saturday….. It was a survey for a market research company…. Nothing to do with college curriculum…. It was an interesting survey in which I took 175 personal interviews(actually we in a team of two) and visited north campus, south campus, JNU and my present college all in one day…. And the topic was something very much appealing to the youth and that was “Drinking habits among youngsters” ;)&lt;br /&gt;During my survey I also got a chance to visit my love my college ‘Hansraj’… Man… it was so nostalgic…. I missed all those times when I used to bunk and roam and enjoy with friends…. Every moment just flashed back…. Also enjoyed my favorite ‘Bhelpuri’ :D&lt;br /&gt;It was hectic day…. I worked for 10 hours… And met many interesting people…. ;)) I wanna mention few of them but feeling very tired to write details…. :’(&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my Sunday…. I went for ‘&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;’ and spent my whole day out…. It’s something I liked…. I wanna write my review on it…. And I cried too in the end…. Well…. It happens with me…. I don’t watch… movies I &lt;strong&gt;LIVE &lt;/strong&gt;them…. I feel them by heart and that’s why they affect me big time…. Will come up with my review on ‘&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;’ may be in few days….. But in short it’s worth watching….&lt;br /&gt;I really need sleep now… Aaah m left with my presentation… which is tomorrow in the morning… and I gonna make it in the early morning itself…. Then have to finalize my project title but for that I have deadline till tomorrow 4 pm… So I’ll do it in tomorrow’s Lunch break…. Whatever I’ll handle it :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I am finally stopping here…. &lt;strong&gt;Love you God&lt;/strong&gt;…. Muuaah… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-6235560787042042734?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6235560787042042734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6235560787042042734' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6235560787042042734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6235560787042042734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-busy-lovely-weekend.html' title='My Busy… Lovely Weekend…… :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkeDZjAUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-UsJ24Kjc3g/s72-c/20081010_oaf_pwalsh_106_290x218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2751060489505077623</id><published>2009-06-24T19:42:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:06:58.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><title type='text'>Expressions-V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkI54jT7xMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iQZygU4cYeY/s1600-h/593419_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350902950983877826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkI54jT7xMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iQZygU4cYeY/s400/593419_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yayy!!! I am so damn happy.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today was good... My first guest lecture of the semester went Awesome and everything was great :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just loved it overall.... And I also got a new opportunity..... I will share it very soon let it turn into something productive.... I am just hopeful and positive and excited and happy and........ :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lets see whats in store for me.... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God for being with me.... Love ya....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2751060489505077623?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2751060489505077623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2751060489505077623' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2751060489505077623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2751060489505077623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/06/expressions-v.html' title='Expressions-V'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SkI54jT7xMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iQZygU4cYeY/s72-c/593419_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1440603554604707809</id><published>2009-06-21T07:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:49:39.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life is "Eventful"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sj2SPgUFNaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UWY1muIW1fU/s1600-h/career_girl_high_res_i1dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349592727455872418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sj2SPgUFNaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UWY1muIW1fU/s400/career_girl_high_res_i1dg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Life is being different since my internship ended….. Well, I would rather say its eventful…. Things I never thought happened… things I never wanted happened…. Faced situations I always wanted to avoid…. And most of them are quite personal to share here publically…. But then life is not always a bed of roses and my life is even much better than the majority of the people in this world… so no issues…. :D&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think life in past was so stress free… Wait , from past I mean life in “&lt;strong&gt;Stone Age&lt;/strong&gt;” ;)….. Aah no tension of studies, job, money, love, honesty, responsibility….. Blah blah…. Well yes you must be thinking the opposite of course that there were other tensions and I know those were still easier to handle… We as humans not making life easier but also making it more complicated and difficult….. (Look, who’s talking ‘a tech-savvy’ herself blaming mankind for technology).. :P&lt;br /&gt;We are creating reasons for the next destruction, when nature will quit and we’ll be nowhere (though I know am not going to live that long but it bothers me a lot)…&lt;br /&gt;My internship was good and I miss it a lot at least there I was close to nature and was doing something which gave a feeling of immense satisfaction… but as they say&lt;strong&gt; nothing is forever&lt;/strong&gt;…. People I know were dying to join back college moment their internship started….. Few didn’t liked the work and few didn’t wanted to work…. Whatever the reason it may be I miss my internship…. :((&lt;br /&gt;In just one month of college I feel am living “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rang de basanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” kinda life….. Where I have a reason to fight….. a reason to stand up against all odds….. A reason to work in benefit of others and in order to improve things… Fighting for all that we deserve and we should have… And while doing all this I really miss my Marketing professor who is no more :’(…&lt;br /&gt;Classes are as usually mandatory for attendance….. I do attend most of them in order to fulfill the criteria… As long as studies are concerned I can study any moment really want to.... But my focus here is other prevailing college issues…. Let’s see how far it’ll take me…. But one thing is sure when I have started it I’ll do it….. I find it difficult to understand the words “No” and “impossible”….. only thing I know is “yes” i will do it… when I think about it I can feel the fire within me.... Ahh life is…. &lt;strong&gt;A struggle &lt;/strong&gt;:D…. Latest event am working upon is our first “guest lecture” for this new semester coming up this week… And guess what am organizing and hosting it.... Am kinda excited and stressed… its first event for the junior batch so it should be good…. Well, my fingers are crossed…..&lt;br /&gt;And for overall issues…. I would say….&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”…. (A line from favorite song “only hope”)&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-1440603554604707809?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1440603554604707809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1440603554604707809' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1440603554604707809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1440603554604707809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-eventful.html' title='Life is &quot;Eventful&quot;'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sj2SPgUFNaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UWY1muIW1fU/s72-c/career_girl_high_res_i1dg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-7634123208408117847</id><published>2009-05-31T23:18:00.023+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:45:55.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Truly me.... 100 Truths....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SiLL-CPQXXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dV-XcIT8u2g/s1600-h/pic135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342056374628015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SiLL-CPQXXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dV-XcIT8u2g/s400/pic135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Reading this article is a waste of time…. It’s again all about me, me and me… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://springbl0ss0ms.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;... Finally i've completed the tag.. here it goes.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Last drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Black Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; Last phone call&lt;/strong&gt; : Missed, disconnected or attended?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Last text message&lt;/strong&gt;: Don’t remember… even if I do…. You dunno that person…. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Last song you listened to&lt;/strong&gt;: Where do you go….. No mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried&lt;/strong&gt;: Few days back…. I don’t think I need to mention the reason… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever?... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Dated someone twice&lt;/strong&gt;: Dated??? That was not a date :P&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt;Been cheated on?:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?:&lt;/strong&gt; No… And I won’t regret it when I’ll….&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Lost someone special?: &lt;/strong&gt;A few…. Good Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt; Been depressed?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup…. I go into extremes… At times…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Been drunk and threw up?:&lt;/strong&gt; Neeah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Four Favourite Colors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;12. Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;13. Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;14. Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;15. Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;                          ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firsts....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Made new friends:&lt;/strong&gt; yup….. I love it….&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Fallen out of love:&lt;/strong&gt; Sounds funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;18.&lt;strong&gt;Laughed until you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cried:&lt;/strong&gt; Many times….. Whenever am with my friends :D&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone who changed you:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes… one of them was my Marketing professor who is no more… I miss his presence :’(&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Found out who your true friends were:&lt;/strong&gt; yup…… I feel lucky….. :)&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Found out someone was talking about you:&lt;/strong&gt; Many times…. Famous people.... always in NEWS ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed anyone on your friend's list:&lt;/strong&gt; Nopes&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;How many people on your friends list do you know in real life:&lt;/strong&gt; Amost all&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;How many kids do you want to have:&lt;/strong&gt; As many as I can afford to adopt and take care of from my earnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have any pets:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Do you want to change your name:&lt;/strong&gt; Nopes… its not so bad I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;What did you do for your last birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; PARTY!!! Though next day was my Accounts exam :D&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;strong&gt;What time did you wake up today:&lt;/strong&gt; Around 8 (its my off today… So its allowed :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night: &lt;/strong&gt;was helping my brother with accounts…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;/strong&gt; you mean just one thing?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Last time you saw your father:&lt;/strong&gt; just now…. Its Sunday….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;What is one thing you wish you could change about your life:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing at all…. M a blessed kid…&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Most visited web page:&lt;/strong&gt; gmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What's Your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; yaad nahi aa raha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Nicknames:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything my friends like….&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt; A libran with few scorpio traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Male or female or transgender: &lt;/strong&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Elementary:&lt;/strong&gt; Shyama Prasad Vidyalaya, Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;School:&lt;/strong&gt; Shyama Prasad Vidyalaya, Delhi&lt;br /&gt;40.&lt;strong&gt; Colleges:&lt;/strong&gt; Hansraj College, Delhi University….. I loved it…. miss it a lot :(…. Now its ICFAI Business School, Noida…. Its cool too…. :D&lt;br /&gt;41.&lt;strong&gt;Hair color: &lt;/strong&gt;Burgundy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Long or short:&lt;/strong&gt; more towards Short… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 feet 6 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesss… (blushing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Ever been in love?:&lt;/strong&gt; Many times…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 in each ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;Righty or lefty:&lt;/strong&gt; Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;First surgery:&lt;/strong&gt; Nooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;First piercing:&lt;/strong&gt; Ear piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;First best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Myself&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;First sport you loved: &lt;/strong&gt;Cricket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;First pet:&lt;/strong&gt; Cat… but someone came and snatched it saying it was her pet :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;54.&lt;strong&gt; First vacation:&lt;/strong&gt; Dehradun…. I guess… No…. Massurie…. Dunno :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;First concert:&lt;/strong&gt; Euphoria… in first year graduation… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;First crush:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess when I was 4-5 years old… Don't remember his name or face or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Right Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Eating:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Drinking:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;I'm about to:&lt;/strong&gt; Finish this tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Waiting for:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Your Future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Want kids?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeea… I love kids…. They are so like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Want to get married?:&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet... M just 21!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Careers in mind?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, I have something in ma mind but its too early to disclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Which is better with the opposite sex...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;65. &lt;strong&gt;Lips or eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; Both…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;Hugs or kisses:&lt;/strong&gt; Hugs in public…….. Kisses in private ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Shorter or taller:&lt;/strong&gt; Taller of course… I love to wear heels :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;Older or Younger:&lt;/strong&gt; Older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: &lt;/strong&gt;Both…..&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;/strong&gt; Both….. I can’t name one…. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive or loud:&lt;/strong&gt; Sensitive….. Aur loud bhi…… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;Hook-up or relationship:&lt;/strong&gt; Relationship…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Have you ever...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed a stranger:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s not asking time….. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;74.&lt;strong&gt; Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;/strong&gt; Nopes…&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;Sex on first Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Naah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;76. &lt;strong&gt;Broken someone's heart:&lt;/strong&gt; Never intentionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Had your own heart broken:&lt;/strong&gt; Many times.. am a very sensitive person…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been arrested:&lt;/strong&gt; Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Turned someone down:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t remember, i guess no...&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;strong&gt;Cried when someone died: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…. (My marketing professor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;Liked a friend that is a girl?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.. but not that ways….. M straight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;Yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; Strongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Miracles:&lt;/strong&gt; Very Strongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Very strongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;Love at first sight:&lt;/strong&gt; May be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Heaven: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;Santa Claus:&lt;/strong&gt; Yess :D….. when I was a kid I used to wait for Santa on Christmas eve…. But he never came :((…. Then I grew up.. And started keeping gifts for my younger brothers on behalf of Santa :D&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Kiss on the first date?:&lt;/strong&gt; Neah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;89. &lt;strong&gt;Angels:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.. M one of them… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;Devils:&lt;/strong&gt; yes… Mess with me and i'll show you one…. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeeah…. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?: &lt;/strong&gt;ummm…. Don’t think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Wanted to kill someone ever?:&lt;/strong&gt; When I am angry I do….. My anger is bad.. Very Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss?:&lt;/strong&gt; No one&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Committed a blunder and regretted later?:&lt;/strong&gt; I committed many… but no regrets…&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;Wanted to steal your friend's boyfriend / girlfriend?:&lt;/strong&gt; Neeeah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ASSOCIATE WITH SOMETHING YOU WEAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;White:&lt;/strong&gt; Shirt, Skirt…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Black:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything…. And everything… from head to toe….. including kajal, mascara, nail polish, wrist band…. Every damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Red:&lt;/strong&gt; Shoes, wrist watch, tee, Skirt, belt, nail polish, Ethnic wear… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Pink:&lt;/strong&gt; Lip balm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posting this as 100 Truths?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeeah…. I’ll for sure.. It was fun!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Am tagging my friends now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inmylineofsight.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-e-d-l-e-y.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sharad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nazishrahman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nazish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifepsychologyandalotmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sourav-pandey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sourav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nehaaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Would love to read your Answers.... :)&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/7368949298039441477-7634123208408117847?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7634123208408117847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=7634123208408117847' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7634123208408117847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7634123208408117847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/05/truly-me-100-truths.html' title='Truly me.... 100 Truths....'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SiLL-CPQXXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dV-XcIT8u2g/s72-c/pic135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-913540217015259212</id><published>2009-05-19T09:31:00.025+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:08:58.896+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A Mind-boggling Experience…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;When I started writing on my recent journey to Rasoolpur a village 155km away from Dehradun... I couldn’t find word better than “Mind-boggling”…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yes, this was something I never seen before…. Everything teaches us something new…. And so was this one…. I am a kind of person who loves beauty and I adore it by heart….. Whenever I get a chance to spend some time with nature…. I grab it…. this journey was somehow different….Yup, I was lost in the beauty of hills and greenery of Rajaji National park but apart from that I came across a lifestyle…. Which was new to me…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where people think before spending 1 rupee…. for whom 100 Rupees means a month’s income….. People who don’t even have fans where I can’t think of being without AC….. Where 95% people are illiterate and children don’t want to study….. Though I have read about such villages in India but this was my first practical experience and am sure this was not the last one…. This will definitely not gonna end here…. It touched me internally….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a 5 day trip to Dehradun in which I visited Rasoolpur twice….. Inbetween I also interacted with 7 guys of the same village who are staying in Dehradun for their vocational training… And we played cricket, had conversations…. And of course work…. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dehradun is a beautiful place… Perfect blend of a city life with cool weather…. You won’t feel anything missing… from Barista to Levis…. Everything is there….&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Dehradun I realized that I was not carrying any Indian outfit for village visit…. So I went to the market to buy a suit… but see my hard luck that was election day and entire market was closed then in the evening I luckily got one shop and had to buy whatever I got with very few options.. :(( and only I know how I managed that….. but that was too fun…. :D&lt;br /&gt;In between my trip I touched Massurie too…. I said touched coz I went there for just 2-3 hours… Went there had lunch and came back… Then again work….&lt;br /&gt;But I loved my journey…. Had long drives which I just love like anything…. Drive to massurie in hills, to Rasoolpur through Rajaji National Park….. It was just wonderful….. The beautiful scenic beauty throughout the journey….&lt;br /&gt;I have so much in my mind… but I can say am feeling kinda speechless…. Dunno from where to start…. It was all so perfect….. From morning till evening…. For all 5 days…. I wish to explain every bit of it…. From the very moment I reached there…..&lt;br /&gt;Okey let me try….. It all wanna come out of me…. I reached Dehradun…. It was Election Day… A car was waiting… I went to my hotel…. Refreshed myself and went to the office…. There I discussed the entire project with the head of the organization….. And decided the schedule for the next four days.... And here started my work….&lt;br /&gt;Next day was Rasoolpur visit…. It was a memorable experience……. but somehow it was very disturbing to see people in such condition…. Then came the evening…. I don’t remember much… I guess I went market…. Umm… yeaa I went market…. And had my favorite ‘Hot Chocolate Fudge’ :D…..&lt;br /&gt;Next day was in Dehradun when I interacted with village guys and we played cricket…. Then had meeting in the evening with project officer….. And the day ended…. With of course many other things :D&lt;br /&gt;After that I got one day for making report in which I decided to see Massurie as well… :))&lt;br /&gt;The day was really good and the weather was just awesome…. It rained as well…. :D&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the last day when I had to catch train…. That day I went Rasoolpur again…. Had interaction with people…. Discussed the project going on there…. And rushed back to catch train….&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a good learning experience…. though it was very painful to see people in such condition…&lt;br /&gt;I remember I asked God before few days… I wanna see people who really need my help…. And I got my Answer……….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You know what God!! You always do this when I ask something you just show me the reality…. which at times hurt me too…. But then…. I love you for that…. Now just show me the path to walk upon…. Just help me to be ‘Human’…...... I just wanna be a human….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yup, this time I got time for photography too......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI-hRGL3CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zcrJwtDGaVA/s1600-h/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397249633410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI-hRGL3CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zcrJwtDGaVA/s400/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Just clicked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI9_o7oKEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iefwj1mf4Jc/s1600-h/IMG_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337396671916025922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI9_o7oKEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iefwj1mf4Jc/s400/IMG_1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; I dunno its name.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI9OEN_UlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/D76QuCEl5FM/s1600-h/IMG_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337395820247339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI9OEN_UlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/D76QuCEl5FM/s400/IMG_1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Hard life.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI8vGZQerI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oQUHMetYrWY/s1600-h/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337395288255527602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI8vGZQerI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oQUHMetYrWY/s400/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Plastic is everywhere.... Spoiling environment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI8II5xjRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mTfwzUoP4Yo/s1600-h/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394618913885458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI8II5xjRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mTfwzUoP4Yo/s400/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Meenu(in pink).... people preparing turmeric powder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI7o9mXTEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xNLa21iWzxw/s1600-h/IMG_1795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394083303738434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI7o9mXTEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xNLa21iWzxw/s400/IMG_1795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Barren land due to the lack of water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI7FwhtkCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k0DBu9wr1_4/s1600-h/IMG_1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393478499143714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI7FwhtkCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k0DBu9wr1_4/s400/IMG_1789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women group meeting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI4wgdZtpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3D5nHMn6qzg/s1600-h/IMG_1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337390914385589906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI4wgdZtpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3D5nHMn6qzg/s400/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Cattle life ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI4L-VwabI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NYxb6YbYH2M/s1600-h/IMG_1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337390286751426994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI4L-VwabI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NYxb6YbYH2M/s400/IMG_1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rasoolpur Lifestyle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI3omY9oEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QdlQiEgfmNM/s1600-h/IMG_1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337389679027003458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI3omY9oEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QdlQiEgfmNM/s400/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rasoolpur.... An afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI3JL6y04I/AAAAAAAAANw/G3FN5KtHiS8/s1600-h/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337389139345200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI3JL6y04I/AAAAAAAAANw/G3FN5KtHiS8/s400/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Village Cattle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI2TndST9I/AAAAAAAAANo/C5lcc6MMn2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337388219024691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI2TndST9I/AAAAAAAAANo/C5lcc6MMn2Q/s400/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Temple in Rasoolpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI1KQczuWI/AAAAAAAAANY/NFGGOty7Mns/s1600-h/IMG_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337386958718220642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI1KQczuWI/AAAAAAAAANY/NFGGOty7Mns/s400/IMG_1770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Rasoolpur.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIz8nqwDqI/AAAAAAAAANI/EpMIyhJ1oWc/s1600-h/ddn2+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337385624920919714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIz8nqwDqI/AAAAAAAAANI/EpMIyhJ1oWc/s400/ddn2+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Massurie.... A Road through hills :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIzfEYsh3I/AAAAAAAAANA/xsdb3pkFMbc/s1600-h/ddn2+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337385117233743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIzfEYsh3I/AAAAAAAAANA/xsdb3pkFMbc/s400/ddn2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Beautiful hills of Massurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIy-IJSGmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jTTYq_seBcg/s1600-h/ddn2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337384551307156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIy-IJSGmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jTTYq_seBcg/s400/ddn2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My Cricket team..... Don't ask me the names :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIyZx7ObFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fNC_5Yj7rto/s1600-h/ddn2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337383926867323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIyZx7ObFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fNC_5Yj7rto/s400/ddn2+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dehradun... Rajpur Road Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIx8efX4SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Pmmk8GuUhZU/s1600-h/ddn2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337383423434023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIx8efX4SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Pmmk8GuUhZU/s400/ddn2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dehradun.... An evening....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIxX11RzUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w6j2t5jAtRw/s1600-h/ddn2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337382794044755266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShIxX11RzUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w6j2t5jAtRw/s400/ddn2+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People prepare rope from grass for which they are largely dependent upon forests....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-913540217015259212?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/913540217015259212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=913540217015259212' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/913540217015259212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/913540217015259212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-boggling-experience.html' title='A Mind-boggling Experience…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ShI-hRGL3CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zcrJwtDGaVA/s72-c/IMG_1778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5475294099551628879</id><published>2009-05-11T21:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:48:03.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiration- I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SghMHxGGhFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AHARPqzvJm8/s1600-h/near-death-experience-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334597454942078034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SghMHxGGhFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AHARPqzvJm8/s320/near-death-experience-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I never copy and paste articles or information from anywhere else… but when I came across this article I was unable to stop myself from pasting it here… Its really touching and I want you all to read it and express your views over it… Hope you’ll enjoy it…. :D&lt;br /&gt;(I know it’s quite long but m sure you won’t regret spending your time reading it) :D&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US .... I had not thought of taking up a job in India . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates need not apply.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers... Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India , such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical interview.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM.. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.' JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. 'It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,' I replied. 'Now I am Sudha Murthy.' He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Young lady, why are you here?' he asked. 'Office time is over.' I said, 'Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.' JRD said, 'It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll wait with you till your husband comes.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, 'Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, 'Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.' In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gently, he said, 'So what are you doing, Mrs. Kulkarni?' (That was the way he always addressed me..) 'Sir, I am leaving Telco.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Where are you going?' he asked. 'Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful.' 'Never start with diffidence,' he advised me 'Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish you all the best.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, 'It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence. (The author,Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.) “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Article sourced from:&lt;br /&gt;Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29,2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Special Thanks to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-e-d-l-e-y.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sharad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for mailing me this wonderful piece or writing…. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-5475294099551628879?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5475294099551628879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5475294099551628879' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5475294099551628879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5475294099551628879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiration-i.html' title='Inspiration- I'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SghMHxGGhFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AHARPqzvJm8/s72-c/near-death-experience-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2552819350825929629</id><published>2009-05-08T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:03:09.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><title type='text'>Expressions-IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SgOnh_DVodI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qjUbb__BISQ/s1600-h/tfgjfjhm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290586039755218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SgOnh_DVodI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qjUbb__BISQ/s320/tfgjfjhm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Dominated by a kinda fear….. dunno what….. May be a fear of losing things I love…. Life is just great… And I am scared of the perfections or rather say m too blind to see the imperfections…. having strange dreams from last two nights about people I love and care about….. Last night in dream I was scared and hugged my mom tight and was feeling so safe and secured…. Had a similar dream last to last night too…. I love my mom though I never say this…. Why it’s always too hard to express to the people you truly love….!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Have to go office now and m feeling lethargic…. Had my espresso and work out… now feel like sleeping again but I can’t….. And this is the moment where I miss college…there I used to skip classes without giving it a second thought…… :((&lt;br /&gt;Excited about my second official trip…. ;) leaving tomorrow morning for Dehradun for 5 days… have to start with packing but before that I have office and lotsa work….&lt;br /&gt;Strange feelings within…. Though am excited…. Very excited about tomorrow…. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please God take care of the people I love…. Love ya…. And thanks for giving me such a perfect Life.... :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-2552819350825929629?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2552819350825929629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2552819350825929629' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2552819350825929629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2552819350825929629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/05/expressions-iv.html' title='Expressions-IV'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SgOnh_DVodI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qjUbb__BISQ/s72-c/tfgjfjhm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-384264843074690737</id><published>2009-04-26T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:07:31.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Delhi- Amritsar- Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPyH6ma1_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WO3TFYQsLq0/s1600-h/journey-to-unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328869001912834034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPyH6ma1_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WO3TFYQsLq0/s320/journey-to-unknown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Place of delicacies….&lt;br /&gt;A place of joyful people….&lt;br /&gt;A place so moving….&lt;br /&gt;A place where you’ll never feel you are new to it….&lt;br /&gt;A place giving feel of old Delhi…&lt;br /&gt;A place of Golden Temple….&lt;br /&gt;A place known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;‘Amritsar’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…But before i start with Amritsar I really wanna say…. Every place is beautiful in its own sense but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing’s like ‘My Delhi&lt;/em&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….!!!&lt;br /&gt;More I go away from it more I fall in love with it… And I realize this is the place where I wanna spend my life… Of course I love to travel and I wanna see the world but i wanna live here…….. :D&lt;br /&gt;Before starting with my journey I would like to describe Amritsar….. Its green, cooler than Delhi, crowded, people are helpful and friendly and I got few friends too :), you’ll find &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'kulcha' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'lassi'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everywhere it’s their staple food, you’ll find more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'beer and wine shops'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than other kinda shops… in every market there were at least 3-4 wine shops, their local transport is shared autos and cycle rikshaws, it’s very hard to find ice cream there :(… I had to try hard for that…, it gives feel of old Delhi…., the best part of the place is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Golden Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… which crowded even at 10 in the night….. Now starting with my journey….&lt;br /&gt;I reached Amritsar on April 22, 2009 around 2.00 PM rushed to my guest house…. and my first meeting was at 3.00 PM since then my work started…. Got free around 9.30 PM had food at their famous Dhaba which was 90years old place…. I rushed back to my guest house and slept…. Got no time for photography on day 1…. :(&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 i.e., April 23, 2009 started at 5AM…. Quickly got ready and left at 6.30AM…. After a hectic day full of work….. I got free at 9PM since my next day was the last day and it was already fixed with presentations and meetings and very tight schedule…. I thought of visiting Golden temple…. I went there at 9PM… it was looking beautiful in the dark… I was stunned…. Speechless….. Then I slowly murmured WAAOW!! I Went inside…. after coming out I sat there for an hour and was looking at the fishes in the water…. It was the best part of the day and was a stress buster for me… I suddenly realized I have meetings tomorrow first one starting at 7 AM so I rushed back and slept…. Yes, I got chance of clicking few pictures… :D&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 i.e., April 24, 2009…. It was hectic…. Hectic like anything….. I got free at 4PM and my train was at 5PM….. I got ready and left at 4.30PM for station…. And was in Delhi at 12.00 midnight…. And guess what I had office in the morning…. Well…. After working on Saturday I got Sunday finally off…. Though my boss told to come on Sunday too :((…. But I badly needed off….&lt;br /&gt;In three days in Amritsar or say 2 complete days I had 5 presentations and 4 meetings…. It was a hectic week… but overall &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…. :)) it was a nice experience…..&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't got chance of clicking many pictures…. I am sharing the ones I clicked….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328859971902855554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPp6TMRWYI/AAAAAAAAALU/_8M365QibNk/s320/asr+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Golden Temple, Amritsar(side view) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328860610226801986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPqfdIjzUI/AAAAAAAAALc/nRrjD2B6-5Q/s320/asr+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Golden Temple, Amritsar(front view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328861299889412594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPrHmU8GfI/AAAAAAAAALk/_hc1EcbsgPw/s320/asr+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Morning in Amritsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328861814922755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPrlk-dPzI/AAAAAAAAALs/sjCAS0oZn6g/s320/asr+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Khalsa College, Amritsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328862569349419890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPsRfbyk3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/v-ieSds3Xj4/s320/asr+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A Snapshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-384264843074690737?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/384264843074690737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=384264843074690737' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/384264843074690737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/384264843074690737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/delhi-amritsar-delhi.html' title='Delhi- Amritsar- Delhi'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SfPyH6ma1_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WO3TFYQsLq0/s72-c/journey-to-unknown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-2135131900292944868</id><published>2009-04-22T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:59:56.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><title type='text'>Expressions-III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Se4eWJtelSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EpwznEiYa0/s1600-h/rejoice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327228775138497826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Se4eWJtelSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EpwznEiYa0/s320/rejoice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Aah.. m feeling just too tired to write but i really wanna write... working like anything even on saturdays... 13-14 hours a day.... And guess what am loving it.... right now am badly tired and exhausted.... i worked for 14 hours today and have to leave for Amritsar for my project work in the morning... its already 12.50AM and m up since 4AM.... Ah m tired.... just got my bag packed for my first official trip ;)... Am really excited... Wow!!! new place... new people... new work environment(for 3 days though).... And the best part the beautiful Golden temple and my camera... :)) :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Now... Am just left with 3 hours for rest.... And i badly need it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Feeling Happy and Excited.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Loving my life.... Love you God.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7368949298039441477-2135131900292944868?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2135131900292944868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=2135131900292944868' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2135131900292944868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/2135131900292944868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/expressions-iii.html' title='Expressions-III'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Se4eWJtelSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EpwznEiYa0/s72-c/rejoice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-6622846237775478763</id><published>2009-04-15T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:09:54.724+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><title type='text'>Expressions-II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeYSj_FqIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rCBmuH_YH2A/s1600-h/stagefrightshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964018852077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeYSj_FqIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rCBmuH_YH2A/s320/stagefrightshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Feeling exceptionally…. crazily happy….. Is it caffeine affect….. My overdose of coffee or something else….. Life going cool….. Just waiting for few really important results with my fingers crossed…. Damn am loving my work….. enjoying music like anything…. Worst part I walked for 1 hour 30 minutes without realizing the time…. I felt it when my body started aching…. Had conversation with an old pal and we were laughing like anything…. fighting like anything…. Missed old good times… :)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Blessed and happy…. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God…. Love you for giving me such a brilliant Life!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-6622846237775478763?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6622846237775478763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=6622846237775478763' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6622846237775478763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/6622846237775478763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/expressions-ii.html' title='Expressions-II'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeYSj_FqIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rCBmuH_YH2A/s72-c/stagefrightshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-1302031881667787730</id><published>2009-04-11T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:14:51.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>BAD…. SPOILT…. NARCISSIST…. ME….. ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeDRtcaixnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bSM22IHplv4/s1600-h/IMG_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323485338203768434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeDRtcaixnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bSM22IHplv4/s320/IMG_1714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: Reading this article is a waste of time…. It’s all about me, me and me… ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeeah m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spoilt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;narcissist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..… I love myself …. Am very mean…. And I love being so….&lt;br /&gt;M bad…. Coz I do things for myself I do what makes me feel good…. what I wish to do…. May be by doing that sometimes I hurt people too…. And at times I realize it too…. But I hardly care…. Yes, am very rude at times…. But yeaa if I care for someone I must say that person is blessed on this earth… I care for few but I care for them more than myself…. Yes there are few lucky people apart from my family who are blessed…. He he he ;)&lt;br /&gt;Am spoilt…. I love to shop like hell… I love to throw money on stuff I like no matter whether I use it or not… I live a luxurious lavish spoilt life… I love to pamper myself big time and my weekends are best example of it…. I love indulging myself in chocolates, coffee, good expensive food, hard core workout and other things I love to do ;)…. I love good social life but I chose people around me…. Am choosy about every damn thing… Am a connoisseur… I love to cook food and I cook it really well…. And I love eating good food too am really choosy about it… I want all the best of comforts in my room... And I have it too…. But but but….. I value love more than materialistic comforts…. And can leave anything and everything I mentioned for being with the one I love to be and I enjoy to shop and cook for people I love more than I enjoy doing it for myself…. :) yes m spoilt…. This is one of the reasons why I want a real good job so that I can earn all these comforts for me… And I know I’ll have it one day :D&lt;br /&gt;I love myself….. And I really feel you can’t love anyone if you can’t love yourself…. Self love is most important coz people who truly loves you wants you to be happy and you can be happy only when you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE YOURSELF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…. What I learnt from life is live for those who love and care for you not for those people who don’t give a damn…. I am very mean at times….. But I was not a born selfish….. I learnt being so…. And I think it’s nothing bad in adapting yourself according to situations…..&lt;br /&gt;Well…. There many other bad things about me… I’ll surely write more about it someday…. I feel it’s enough of me for today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Life Rocks…. Cheers!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-1302031881667787730?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1302031881667787730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=1302031881667787730' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1302031881667787730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/1302031881667787730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-spoilt-narcissist-me.html' title='BAD…. SPOILT…. NARCISSIST…. ME….. ;))'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SeDRtcaixnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bSM22IHplv4/s72-c/IMG_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-578801884394865166</id><published>2009-04-06T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:20:41.064+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdozXQV6rnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8G-uQNv-JvI/s1600-h/Swedish-Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321622384308563570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdozXQV6rnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8G-uQNv-JvI/s320/Swedish-Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought what all can happen over an hour’s walk….!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well… An hour full of unlimited songs…. Or mixed thoughts popping up in mind….. or an hour in which you got a new friend, met a friend and listened to his li’l love story and and and that’s not all you unintentionally hurt a good friend…. Pheww!! All that in just 1 hour 20 minutes or precisely in one hour coz in next 20 minutes I was doing for what I was there…. I was relaxing with music…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s that part of my routine which helps me to relax and&lt;/span&gt; give me one such hour after a tiring day in which I think about my day, my coming day, my coming years, my coming life and many other things just about me and myself or sometimes I don’t think anything I just listen to music and walk to relax…. Today it started precisely at 7.32PM I remember as I note down the time I start… I was walking alone on the track suddenly I felt a young school girl approaching me with long steps and fairly good speed…. Since it was dark and lights were not working properly I felt strange… but I continued with my earphones on with full volume…. She came to me and said something…. I switched off my music and listened to what she was saying…. She was asking whether she can join me for walk…. We started with talks along with our walk…. Then she told me that she is being punished to walk in park by her teacher coz of her naughty behavior and she shared about her school and friends and like…. After around 20 minutes she said bye….. i again continued with my music…. Then I noticed two of my li’l friends came in park and started playing….. They were trying to interrupt my track and when I continued walking they came and stood in front of me…. Then we started walking together…. I do remember their names…. Dev and Daniel…. Before moving ahead I would like to describe them…. They are 9 years old kids whom I met 2-3 weeks back in the same park and we discussed lots of things….. Like taekwondo, cartoons, movies, games, siblings, friends etc…. coming back to today…. Daniel went back as his mom was calling…. And me and Dev continued to walk…. suddenly my cell phone rang…. I picked and Dev started giving background commentary…. Since it was an STD call my friend got upset and disconnected the call…. Well after that Dev started telling about his love story, his girl friends, and his favorite gf to whom he wanna marry…. He he he.. it was really cute… its always great to be with kids and at the same time very relaxing…. After a long tiring day it’s something I just love to do…. :)) And dunno how wherever I go I somehow attract kids around me… :D and we end up being good friends…..&lt;br /&gt;Well it was all happened in just one hour and then I continued walking alone with my thoughts and music... But…. with a smile on my face…. Though I know my friend is upset with me… but I’ll manage that he he…. Just wish me luck ;D…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-578801884394865166?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/578801884394865166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=578801884394865166' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/578801884394865166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/578801884394865166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember….'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdozXQV6rnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8G-uQNv-JvI/s72-c/Swedish-Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4979194072846169584</id><published>2009-04-05T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:03:31.261+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><title type='text'>Expressions-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdjOyj_fElI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LbtlMBWd9nw/s1600-h/depressed_anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321230327788540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdjOyj_fElI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LbtlMBWd9nw/s320/depressed_anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not feeling good… feeling really upset…. Feel like writing so much and don’t even feel like writing it down in my diary I know I need to…. Wanna express every damn thing inside me…. But I know I won’t… I’ll never…. Things so……. Hell!!!!! I wanna go somewhere far away….. Need a break from everything…. It feels like something killing me inside…. Feeling not leaving me….I wanna scream i wanna cry….. I just feel like destructing everything…. Feeling dead... negativity ruling my mind....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And please you DON'T need to comment on this…&lt;/em&gt;&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/7368949298039441477-4979194072846169584?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4979194072846169584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4979194072846169584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4979194072846169584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4979194072846169584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/expressions-i.html' title='Expressions-I'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdjOyj_fElI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LbtlMBWd9nw/s72-c/depressed_anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3780633139241268224</id><published>2009-04-03T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:16:04.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Back to ‘Photography’….. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXIBedKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u_TA3bHgY0/s1600-h/photography2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320378462488908898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXIBedKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u_TA3bHgY0/s320/photography2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;How many you have heard about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wildlife Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Well I guess I was not the only one who had no idea that we have a wildlife sanctuary in Delhi itself…. Known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;‘Asola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Wildlife Sanctuary’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; near Surajkund… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday, I got this opportunity to visit this place regarding my internship project work… I was feeling lucky… what more a photographer need ;)…. I was in heaven…. As I always carry my digicam with me I utilized the extra time in clicking pictures of the surroundings… Wow!!! It really feels great when you do what you really want to do…About after 2 years I was totally lost in the nature with my camera…. Though I missed few shots of spiders, lizards and rabbits as they are hyperactive and too alert species… but managed to I click few pictures of still sceneries and black bucks….&lt;br /&gt;The girl who was guiding me was expert in her field so I really enjoyed being there on the nature trail with her… though I had less time I wasn’t able to learn and see the entire thing but yes I’ll go there again and that’s for sure :)… I also asked my guide about other sanctuaries in Delhi and I got to know that there is one bird sanctuary near Delhi…. And also about few other natures’s home in Delhi…. I wish to visit all these places :) let’s see when I’ll get this chance again…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;For now I would like to share some of the pictures I clicked…. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320371156510441698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXBYNkKAOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V_lBaTXKv3U/s320/IMG_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lotus pond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320372317419686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXCbySfS_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/50ZJP1VZCs4/s320/IMG_1688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Composition that clicked my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320373313089786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXDVvcvUoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L7tMPrvEiUM/s320/IMG_1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Green Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320377338759551826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXHAEPNG1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/71O9eIwL-qM/s320/IMG_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black bucks (male)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Will update more on flickr soon... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3780633139241268224?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3780633139241268224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3780633139241268224' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3780633139241268224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3780633139241268224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-photography.html' title='Back to ‘Photography’….. :)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SdXIBedKVGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u_TA3bHgY0/s72-c/photography2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4753053108315996674</id><published>2009-03-20T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:11:51.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In last Seven days…. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ScOqgOQ8mSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8rX0XyBFz7o/s1600-h/save%2520earth%2520lord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315279455789029666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ScOqgOQ8mSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8rX0XyBFz7o/s320/save%2520earth%2520lord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;English version of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;pichhle saat dino mein’….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;) Yup am gonna share things happened with me in this week…. Or can say this was kinda amazing week when so many things I never thought happened ;)…. Week started with Monday… yup my Sunday was bad like hell…. My marketing professor expired in the morning…. And it depressed me a lot…. Then my week started with Monday when I got an opportunity to attend a national seminar on ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Business responses to Climate Change’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…. Well it wasn’t the first seminar of my life…. But yet it was something I never attended before… it was so relevant to what am doing in internship… and the best part was the delegates present over there… or I would rather describe them as corporate celebrities…. Most of them were foreign delegates…. And rests were coming from all over the country…. And the presentations they gave were just Stunning!! But the best part of the seminar was the guy sitting next to me he he he…. He was a foreign delegate from Austria smart, young and professional… And he was getting irritated by the presentations and to overcome it he was playing game on his i-phone…. That was really impressive.. I thought lectures bore only me ;) That day went cool… Tuesday… Wednesday I don’t remember actually… but yup nothing was professionally upsetting this week ;)….. It went awesome… I got all the relevant appointments I tried for… And engaged my next week with back to back meetings :D…. In between I got to meet many brilliant and nice people…. I went to my favorite organization(not to mention the name) last to last week or this week I don’t remember precisely… for my project work… where they offered me to join them as intern…. But their bad luck ha ha am already into one organization now… :D&lt;br /&gt;Today a strange thing happened…. In the lunch time…. I was walking on the road and was busy on phone… a nice car stopped… I thought the guy must be asking some address but he offered me a job in his exhibition for seven days…. Just like that… ha ha ha… he stopped and told me that he is senior manager in so and so company… And have some exhibition in Pragati maidan… would like to talk regarding that and he was looking for a girl like me…. ;P…. I obviously refused and told that am already working :)… I was later on thinking is this the work for which senior managers are hired in companies ;) to roam on roads and stop girls like this to ask them to work with them :P&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these few incidences my professor met by boss and they discussed about my performance in the organization…. That went cool… :) nothing went against me…. :)&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a good week when people called me up to fix appointments on their own ;)…. Lots more lined up for coming week…. Have 2 meetings tomorrow…. Working Saturday rocks!! And then am eagerly waiting for Sunday…. Something waiting for Sunday too another commitment :D… Well many other things happened but i prefer not to write here ;)&lt;br /&gt;Its going great…. Enjoying work and having fun feeling the passion within to achieve everything I dream for…. :D…. Lovely Life!!! ;)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-4753053108315996674?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4753053108315996674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4753053108315996674' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4753053108315996674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4753053108315996674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-last-seven-days.html' title='In last Seven days…. ;)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/ScOqgOQ8mSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8rX0XyBFz7o/s72-c/save%2520earth%2520lord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-7192494876394998734</id><published>2009-03-17T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:24:35.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE who CARE…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sb_HHmCk7mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2BjshCBHm34/s1600-h/friendship_quotes_graphics_b4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185018604842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sb_HHmCk7mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2BjshCBHm34/s320/friendship_quotes_graphics_b4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Is it ever possible that a person don’t feel like having food nor eats anything and unable to sleep feel like just going away far away… and just keeps on thinking day and night about certain thing…. Thing that is killing from within and with no escape… A feeling that doesn’t seems to be going away… A feeling so strange as if you are not going to wake up tomorrow…. But when you wake up again you feel hell another day…. Why… I don’t need it anymore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This thing happened with me currently…. For 3 days I wasn’t able to swallow a bite of food…. It was so difficult to swallow a single bite…. Sleep it was just far away…. Mood bad… intense mood swings… condition didn’t felt like talking to even my close friends….&lt;br /&gt;But a person who cares for you is there for you always…. Tough times reveal who are there standing really with you….. Who truly cares…&lt;br /&gt;In past few days I learnt few lessons about life that I would like to share….&lt;br /&gt;In last two years I was in my own world and I never realized the people I was walking with were losing touch… I was so indulged with myself and my feelings for a particular thing that I ignored everything else…. Just everything else… my close friends who really cared for me… I was away from my closest friends for just one particular thing… And I never felt that I left many people behind who were really concerned….&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on a stage where I don’t have that one thing left with me and am standing all alone…. For a moment I felt I lost everything in life but then I turned back and I realized those people who cared standing at their places with their arms wide open and waiting to hear from me……. and that was enough to made me realize what i was doing.... it was another life for me....&lt;br /&gt;In last few days I learnt that your care and love is precious don’t just waste it someone who do not just care for you… you might be losing those who really care about you…&lt;br /&gt;Now I have learnt this lesson though I might take some time to come out the previous things but yes life has taught me a lesson I’ll remember and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I really Thank my all friends for being there for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am feeling sorry that weakened the friendship bond but I can make sure that it won’t happen again… Life is precious and there are many people for whom your smile matters for those your tears are precious so just care about them and celebrate life…&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go some hurt you some walk with you…. But life moves on….&lt;br /&gt;And it is a fact!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-7192494876394998734?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7192494876394998734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=7192494876394998734' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7192494876394998734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7192494876394998734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-who-care.html' title='PEOPLE who CARE…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/Sb_HHmCk7mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2BjshCBHm34/s72-c/friendship_quotes_graphics_b4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8226163350569565504</id><published>2009-03-07T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:34:20.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Earth….. My beautiful Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SbFzAG2d3kI/AAAAAAAAAII/uuvWQJik6cs/s1600-h/Earthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310151881322782274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SbFzAG2d3kI/AAAAAAAAAII/uuvWQJik6cs/s320/Earthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;….And my second weekend is here…. Phewww!!! Seriously work load is increasing with time… but with this I can see my destination i.e., my major objective for which am hired here…. It’s mainly an awareness project which aims at spreading awareness about climate change mitigation and to reach as much people as we can and a field study that is after the completion of this project…. It’s a big task and we are aiming at covering 200,000 schools in all over the country and I have been assigned Delhi region… Wow!! Am just waiting to move to the next step of going to the schools and to talk to the people and to have interactive sessions with them along with a presentation in order to spread awareness….&lt;br /&gt;Well my entire week was busy like hell and was busy doing preparations for the final move… And I can really sense this TGIF thing the feeling of relief aahh... thinking that I have got a weekend though it’s my last weekend as well… as from next week i won’t be getting any off…. So…. Just enjoying this last weekend….. I love my work….. Though it’s very big thing and needs lots and lots of efforts but I feel its great when you have to go to the various colleges, institutes and schools in order to give a presentation regarding environment and to raise debate over it.…&lt;br /&gt;Before few weeks I was just a person blindly contributing towards the depletion of the environment but as soon as I have opted for this environment project I can feel the sensitivity within me regarding this…. Earlier I only used to think yes I should work for environment and planet but now I think before wasting a glass of water, or to switch off the every light when I can avoid using it, I avoid using plastic bags, and try to recycle used papers…. Or say utilize most out of it….. I can’t say I can change the world by doing this but I can initiate from my part at least… After all it’s not only ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ planet its planet of billions of other species and we have no right to spoil this planet... it’s high time and we need to wake up or coming generations will crave for water…..&lt;br /&gt;From next week I will be in front of many people talking about this environment and what we can do for it…. But before that it’s important to realize what I am doing on my part…. Do I have any right to ask people this Question of ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you are doing for environment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’….&lt;br /&gt;If you want to bring the change initiate it from yourself….. And this job is not only giving me a learning experience but helping me to realize my duties and contribution towards my beautiful planet earth…. How well we plan everything our future, money, career but only about us!! What about Biodiversity we are harming unknowingly…?? Our every single step in our lavish lifestyle ruins environment… And we can compensate that by just adding few simple habits in our lifestyle…..&lt;br /&gt;Well…. For now I wanna put a full stop here... but if you really wanna know or talk about this issue you can directly comment or can mail me on my ID… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:deepikagupta087@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;deepikagupta087@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;... I’ll feel lucky if I can help in contributing to our environment… :-)&lt;br /&gt;And I need you help too in saving our planet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long live my beautiful Earth….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-8226163350569565504?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8226163350569565504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8226163350569565504' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8226163350569565504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8226163350569565504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-earth-my-beautiful-planet.html' title='My Earth….. My beautiful Planet'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SbFzAG2d3kI/AAAAAAAAAII/uuvWQJik6cs/s72-c/Earthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-5329275202141523223</id><published>2009-03-01T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:17:46.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning…. A long way to go...…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SapkjiGWHxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hkr9zxK_ACA/s1600-h/6a00d83455b8de69e200e55412fb6f8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308165672421170962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SapkjiGWHxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hkr9zxK_ACA/s320/6a00d83455b8de69e200e55412fb6f8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Well... I always think about my plans and dreams though I don’t really remember the time when I have got exactly what I dreamed of but one thing I must say… whatever I always got was always better than what I wanted…. And what matters the most is the satisfaction and happiness I derived from it…. going back in the time I can say the way I enjoyed my life was always AWESOME though there are hell lot of things am still willing to do…. Am happy with the things around but not satisfied coz there are many things I still want from life….. Any ways…. Every phase in my life went great with the mixture of every flavor…. Now am into a new phase though it’s my first job and that’s so internship…. I can’t say this is what I ‘dreamed’ of….. Although it’s going good and I can understand you can’t expect to be on the top in your very first work exposure and that’s so counting nowhere in your work experience…. And its giving me the kinda exposure I wanted I have everything in this… a complete marketing profile, communications, interaction with the target and convincing them, learning basic level work place operations, field work for a month anywhere in India (in any place of my preference which I’ll be getting after a month or so), managing their database and using their confidential information and working over it….. I am learning every aspect of an organization their financial details, HR operations, Marketing techniques and other management activities….. Since its giving me a very good opportunity to learn I’ll not say am not happy… My aim from internship was to learn and here am learning along with earning…. Well… what more you can expect when you have never worked before and you get an excellent chance to learn in the field you want to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SapnftYm97I/AAAAAAAAAH4/kC7ID-nc3LQ/s1600-h/CareerCorner-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308168905265969074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SapnftYm97I/AAAAAAAAAH4/kC7ID-nc3LQ/s320/CareerCorner-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; work in future...…. I remember I left three jobs in three days in my graduation days when I was just willing to work to pass my vacations while making some money…. But the kinda work I got was ‘disgusting’ am not a kinda person who is very comfortable doing telecalling for selling credit cards nor am into the kinda work where I just have to sit and do office work…. It’s simply irritating….. What I want is something moving…. Interesting…. Involving people and communication…. Travel… Celebrations… Something creative… a career full of life….. Career is one thing in life where am not ready to compromise…. I want a job where I can work enthusiastically for rest of my life and though am a kind of person who loves to work… me and my kinda job will be an “Excellent” combination…. And this is something bothers me a lot…. I used to think about my past earlier the memories and stuff….. Now I devote that time in thinking about my future… and I feel that’s much better and much strenuous….. I feel that may be this is a part of professionalism which I am learning….. Setting my priorities….. Being more practical…. Understanding the needs and wants I have from my future…. Realizing dreams of my parents and their expectations from me…. Last one year of my life changed me a lot….. I feel am into a phase where I know what it really means to be rational…. Where I can see hidden faces of people around you who call you “friend”…. A phase when am learning what I really need to learn…. A phase…. Which is adding to my experience in terms of everything… And being Honest…. Am enjoying it…. Am enjoying the change…. In me and my life…&lt;br /&gt;I have an ambition…. Lots of desires…. I know the direction am willing to walk into…. So am just waiting for this one more year of my MBA to finish and to teach me some more necessary things……. Aaaah I have just started with internship… I still have a long way to go….. I am eager to see…. Where my dreams will take me… :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wanna fly high... up there in the sky....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my dreams are my wings.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7368949298039441477-5329275202141523223?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5329275202141523223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=5329275202141523223' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5329275202141523223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/5329275202141523223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginning-long-way-to-go.html' title='A new beginning…. A long way to go...…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SapkjiGWHxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hkr9zxK_ACA/s72-c/6a00d83455b8de69e200e55412fb6f8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-943929186723859148</id><published>2009-02-13T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:34:03.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Overdose of 'FUN'…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325034538448066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SZWkhqdTNMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MAsk6I_ltLY/s320/2634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pressing the rewind button in my mind and am back in last week…. Just take last Friday… umm…. No… even back… yesss….. its Monday…. 2nd February…. My exams just started its just a day of my second exam and I am dying for vacation….. I need break… I need fun…. I want…. To go out for some shopping…. I wish to cook new recipes… I wish to do work out 3-4 hours a day…. I wish to talk to all my old friends… I wish to play cricket… I wish to watch movies…. I wish to go on a long walk.. But hell!! Am struck my exams going on…. And I just can’t go for any of the things I have mentioned…. :(&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting exams…. I wanna rule the world….. I am just waiting for 6th February so that I can go for everything I am dying to do…. Aah!!! Each day passing like an year…… finally my last exam…. Its 6th February and I was so enthusiast that I forget everything else…. Even my old pal’s birthday….. well I had so many plans for 6th but as soon as my exam got over….. I was too lazy to implement the plans I decided… We did just nothing more than talking and roaming here and there….. Then I came back home and celebrated with some music…. Movies…. Chocolates and chats and of course a sound baby sleep for about 8-10 hours…. Heaven!!! :)) whatever it was I am sure it can’t be better than what I have done…. Sometimes I feel I am happiest person in the entire world with no regrets in the past…. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then came 7th February…. Too lazy to get up early…. Who wanna go for shopping or movies or walk…. But yes I started with work out… enjoyed it a lot…. Had good food…. I cooked some of course….. ;) But the whole day passed in fun and laziness….. More chocolates….. Coffee…. Sleep….. Movies…… lappy…. And just fun…. I must say planned things are not always as perfect as real things are….. till 9th February I enjoyed life like anything and I loved it….. as soon as 10th approached…. It was too m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SZWl4-xzC8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IhlB2lmY5Fk/s1600-h/so_bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326534641748930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SZWl4-xzC8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IhlB2lmY5Fk/s320/so_bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;uch…. THANKS to my college the kinda routine we follow daily… I can say it’s next to impossible for me to sit home more than 3-4 days…. Its like am just not living… I need to go out…. Socialize in person….. its 13th now….. and 10 more days to go for my internship…. I have already started looking for something to do… some sort of workshop or anything…. But truly… sitting idle and doing nothing kills like nothing else….. Suddenly I have realized how much I love my college routine… though am not just sitting home entirely… I daily go out for 2-3 hours…. But that’s so just for fun…. :( I guess I already have overdose of it…. I need some serious work now…… well life rocks but I guess the kinda routine I can sustain much better is my routine with work… sitting at home for more than 3 days… is just….. I guess I need not to express….. As for tomorrow I have a good plan… but not for 9 idle days…. Its even scary now to think about being idle and sitting at home :((&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!! I know I will surely search something good for these 9 days…. being positive… :) ….. And of course in the end Life Rocks…. After all am ruling the world!!!! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-943929186723859148?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/943929186723859148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=943929186723859148' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/943929186723859148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/943929186723859148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdose-of-fun.html' title='Overdose of &apos;FUN&apos;…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SZWkhqdTNMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MAsk6I_ltLY/s72-c/2634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3722546546361608334</id><published>2009-02-09T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:22:58.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SATISFACTION……… the only thing that matters……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SY-2lD3zwII/AAAAAAAAAGo/JEaP7dF78nY/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656034249162882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SY-2lD3zwII/AAAAAAAAAGo/JEaP7dF78nY/s320/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;It is often said by many great people in the past…… and even today many people say this….. &lt;strong&gt;SATISFACTION MATTERS&lt;/strong&gt;…. Personal satisfaction is the aim of whatever we do…..&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be a dream job or a dream possession... or a dream person… or any other dream…. What we want from it is that inner feeling of achievement of that dream… and that feeling of pleasure and happiness is satisfaction…..&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction though is the most important thing….. It is not good to be satisfied as well…. It’s also said by some great people once you are satisfied with things that feeling of achievement will be satisfied and you’ll stop craving for more… that fire... that passion... for growing is important which ends when you are satisfied with the things you have and I completely agree with both the above statements…. But then the question comes… if it’s that important to be satisfied and on the other hand it stops our passion for achieving more… how can we remain happy then…..??&lt;br /&gt;We can surely be…. Happiness doesn’t mean you have to stop dreaming for more and moving in the direction of achieving them…. Satisfaction definitely is important but most important is to work in the direction of your dreams in order to grow and dreaming more even after achieving them….. But never forget to celebrate each step at which you achieve something… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;satisfaction must come like a guest…. But don’t let the feeling retain in you… feel it celebrate it and say bye to it….. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Each step in life starts with a dream and feeling of its achievement in order to satisfy your urge of success is important…. So move ahead and celebrate success…..&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction…. It does matters but not to let it stay inside you matters the most….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dream….. Live….. Achieve…. Celebrate…. And again dream further&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….. Always celebrate a new beginning….. And here is another one…. So in the end of the article I wanna wish &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE VERY BEST TO ALL MY FRIENDS FOR THEIR INTERNSHIPS&lt;/strong&gt;… :D&lt;br /&gt;Rise and Shine…. Cheers!!!!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3722546546361608334?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3722546546361608334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3722546546361608334' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3722546546361608334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3722546546361608334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2009/02/satisfaction-only-thing-that-matters.html' title='SATISFACTION……… the only thing that matters……..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SY-2lD3zwII/AAAAAAAAAGo/JEaP7dF78nY/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4456063331967179247</id><published>2008-12-28T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:30:36.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE MANAGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVehccaFCbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YjqIaw5_eHY/s1600-h/enjoy-life-slide-1708080922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284870197776550322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVehccaFCbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YjqIaw5_eHY/s320/enjoy-life-slide-1708080922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love to party&lt;br /&gt;We love to rock&lt;br /&gt;We know what to do next&lt;br /&gt;We know good time management&lt;br /&gt;We understand no rules&lt;br /&gt;We are ambitious&lt;br /&gt;We are cool….&lt;br /&gt;We are future managers!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time in every other lecture one or the other faculty delivers this dialogue ‘You people are future Managers…..’ (And obviously then followed by some criticism like learn to do this learn to do that)...&lt;br /&gt;Well… we are now pretty sure that we are going to be future managers… coz each time we are given a task a night before and we present it the very next day… it is very well said for us ‘if you’ll be given a task to submit next Tuesday you’ll start with it on previous night…’&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t say this statement is incorrect….. In fact this is very true and that’s what we are learning here ‘Prioritizing’… so when you know you already have other impo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVeiNNQYdSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vD1aS5_d248/s1600-h/Future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284871035522938146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVeiNNQYdSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vD1aS5_d248/s320/Future.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtant things today why to do something for which you have a week or so…. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We love to party…. No matter what we score…. We party coz it’s over…. ;) say exams…. They rarely go well but we never forget to celebrate the moment that it’s over…&lt;br /&gt;Earlier for most of the people… sleep was the solution after a tiring day…. Now it’s shifted to relaxing by doing some party or going out…. And of course sleep too but no fix time for it….. We can sleep at any time of the day and work mostly late at night…. It’s obvious when you are thirsty you’ll drink more water….. Similarly when you are working under such hectic schedule you need more party ;)&lt;br /&gt;We know how to work smart…. Of course with touch of hard work…. We are concerned about everything from social life with friends to personal life and time for ourselves… We are tech savvy and style concious.....&lt;br /&gt;Future managers are always concerned about their social image but are equally concerned about their appearance… time is gone when people used to concentrate only on work….&lt;br /&gt;We are too demanding we want everything from life…. And we move with lots and lots of desires….. And somehow we know we’ll fulfill them too…….&lt;br /&gt;We are carefree but not careless….. We are cool but ambitious…… we are willing to work but love to party….. We enjoy life to the fullest….. We rock…. Yes…… We are&lt;strong&gt; future managers&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-4456063331967179247?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4456063331967179247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4456063331967179247' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4456063331967179247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4456063331967179247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/future-managers.html' title='FUTURE MANAGERS'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVehccaFCbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YjqIaw5_eHY/s72-c/enjoy-life-slide-1708080922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8283769739148076776</id><published>2008-12-14T04:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:58:16.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOUR days of December: Two not so good days of my life!!! (continued…)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVD7gARRnzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4X_-CJIhGHY/s1600-h/exam_184046t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282998890152435506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVD7gARRnzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4X_-CJIhGHY/s320/exam_184046t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Well…. After writing the previous blog that night I started searching few topics of syllabus online…. But none was that convincing… So I decided to sleep…. Since it was MARKETING exam… I was pretty much happy…. I read few topics quite well previously.... in the morning…. Although I decided to study…. But then I was busy online doing something else and…. Noticed it was 9.30am already….. I rushed quickly took bath and was in college before 10…. Phewww!!!!! Lucky me…. But only before exam started… soon I got the Question paper…. I was not that much happy.. though somehow I had certain idea… about the answers… but none was from my favorites…. Anyways… I was not much satisfied with it…. then my break….. 3 hours lifeline for the next exam that was IT…. In the break I positively covered the topics taught in class and was pretty sure that I will do fine…. But as soon as I received Q-paper again..… I was not happy…. Or say this time I was disappointed… most of the paper was from 1st semester syllabus….and very less was there from all the topics I covered….. :(….. I walked that day from college to home… and was thinking all the way…. After coming back I had food… and started with the next topic….. Well…. I really dunno what went wrong in these last two days…. Nothing went according to my expectations…. Except one thing… (Eliminating that)…..&lt;br /&gt;Next day was here…. I quickly revised few things… though I was not in the mood to revise as previous day was not that fair… exam hall… paper in hand…. I done it and I can say this day my subconscious mind was ruling me…. Entire day…. I didn’t felt anything about what I done in the exam…. And after it got over… I mean ‘my paper’…. Which was 30 minutes before time…. I went out of the class with my Q-paper and didn’t realized at all that it was my answer sheet which I was holding in hands with me and Q-paper was what I left to submit… until a gal came and told me invigilator was calling me and I was carrying my answer sheet…I opened my bag and realized… hell yeaah…..!!!!!!!! I rushed back… it was quite embarrassing as well… :( …. but I really dunno where my mind was for the entire day………&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the break time…. and I didn’t felt like studying… though I read few topics…… but my concentration was missing….. I was losing focus…. And I left it after an hour of study…. I was in college but not studying.… Exam time…. the last paper…. the last bell… (For the time being)… I got the paper and it was easy but hell again... since I didn’t concentrate earlier… I tried hard to recall the formulas…. But it was all jumbled up…. And I badly messed up my paper…. Aah!!! Since exams were over finally I was relaxed…. But of course life can’t be relaxed here more than few hours…. New projects and assignments waiting for me already...……&lt;br /&gt;Well…. Life Rocks always!!!!!! After all bad days too teach us something… (it sounds good at least)… Amen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-8283769739148076776?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8283769739148076776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8283769739148076776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8283769739148076776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8283769739148076776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-days-of-december-two-not-so-good.html' title='FOUR days of December: Two not so good days of my life!!! (continued…)'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SVD7gARRnzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4X_-CJIhGHY/s72-c/exam_184046t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-4411921379003953808</id><published>2008-12-11T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:52:03.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOUR days of December…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFStScAAXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p-diQnJ5j_Q/s1600-h/8550013_cbcdabec4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591176251801970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFStScAAXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p-diQnJ5j_Q/s320/8550013_cbcdabec4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Ohh no its 5.30am… nooo….!!! I wanna sleep for 5 more mins… I just slept… just 2 hours before…… ohh no its 7.…..so early….. Hell… I want more sleep but.... have to go college…. Rushing… preparing my espresso… Quickly doing some work out…. And then…. Going to get refreshed in ‘NOIDA’ water…. Well yeah…. NOIDA WATER….… Nowhere in Delhi…. Water can be so bad… well anyways… getting ready like life moving in fast motion…. Rushing for class…. Noo.. Not again…. But yes…. Am again late today…..&lt;br /&gt;Well my usual day starts like this…. Then proceeds with long continuous lectures…. Which I frequently attend.. Almost daily…. ;) in between we get break of 15mins.. Sometimes less…. But those 15mins we really enjoy… then comes the evening…. Home sweet home…. It feels good to be home after a long day…… then some cooking…. sometimes playing with my friends… :) And after that of course…. assignments and presentations…. Part of my daily life……&lt;br /&gt;A normal day almost goes like this…. Bit hectic but I love my routine…. :D&lt;br /&gt;Life was going good so far… until one fine day we got our date sheet for 2nd mid semester exams…. Well it was nothing new…. Just another part of routine…. Exams… date sheets…. Nothing new…. I almost ignored it this time…. ignored it for 2-3 weeks… then before 3-4days of exams I clicked the picture of that notice in my cell phone…. But wasn’t bothered to read it…. I know am too careless at times…. and I accept it…. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Well here come the time of exam… before starting I would like to explain the kind of exam schedule we had… it was for four days without any break and two exams each day…. Well I usually study just a night before the exam day… but this time it was different…&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFRzVHYWjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TC6BHqIji14/s1600-h/exam-stress-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590180538210866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFRzVHYWjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TC6BHqIji14/s320/exam-stress-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A day before my first exam….. ohh no where is the syllabus…. What all topics are coming…. What all we covered in class….. Everything just nil…. And then its me… ha ha ha…. I was blank but first time I was not stressed… Sometimes i feel am learning very good stress management in MBA… :D&lt;br /&gt;Things here do give me stress but not in terms of academics… well…. Whole night I just didn’t opened book…. Then half an hour before sleeping I just felt like looking what all is coming… so I started with the 2nd chapter of LAW…. Wow…. Law is so easy… but hell I have no time left… I just went through that chapter and slept… I call myself nocturnal but I really dunno what happens in exams….. :P&lt;br /&gt;Comes the day 1.. Well... as usual I got up late…. This day also…. 7…. Ohh noo…. Where is the book…. All routine… changed…. Espresso+book…. That’s so.. Law…. Going through one more chapter in the morning… I very quickly got ready and rushed to college…. Thank God!!! Am 1 minute before time…. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the paper in my hands…. Well starting with the MCQs… they are just your luck…. If it’s your day… you’ll score… if not then…. Deduct 15 marks… and did I mention my seat….?? Well I was sitting on the first seat in the middle row in the hall…. Though I never cheat…. But this time I didn’t had any chance too…. Well coming back to the paper….. it was something I have seen… dunno where… I guess last night in syllabus…. Hell yeaah… but what was it??? no clue…. Now comes your writing skill test… how well you can write stories…. And here I begin with the stories… the stories of LAW…. Exam finished… well I utilized my most of the time… now I have to go back home and see what’s in the syllabus for next exam for whic&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFSFauWp1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/QUgt9_5Bncw/s1600-h/exam-stress-funny-answers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590491281499986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFSFauWp1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/QUgt9_5Bncw/s320/exam-stress-funny-answers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h we got about 3 hours gap….. Or say a lifeline…. I rushed back… opened book… and gave an overview to all the topics of the syllabus of next subject that was BUSINESS RESEARCH METHODS.… :)…&lt;br /&gt;Comes the second part of the day…. Paper in my hand… well… yes… I know something… I can say I didn’t wasted my 3 hours….. Coming back to my home sweet home…. Well.. no cooking today… nothing…. Just exams for tomorrow…. I looked at the syllabus pretty early this time…. but hell again I dunno what all is coming in exam… calling buddies and asking who themselves are not very sure…. Well….okey forget it… am tired I need a sound sleep…. But no…. exam….. my dizziness not allowing me to study and my exam not leaving my mind to sleep… in the fight of two I was compelled to study… completed 1 chapter… and slept…. Morning again… am late again…. Completing with another chapter and rushing to college…. And comes the paper…. Well…. First thing its FINANCE… not my subject…. Second all alien Qs for us…. Yeeaah I said ‘us’… :)… I was feeling lucky that am not alone…. There are few people who studied but are standing with me… saying… it was bad…. Anyways I don’t mind standing alone too ;)… Again the next paper…. 3 hours break…. And this time I didn’t opened the book… and actually I didn’t knew the syllabus… so I decided to relax…. After 3 hours…. Paper was in my hands…. Well…. Feeling good…!!!!!!! It was nothing from the syllabus…. all a very practical paper…. Very general.. I enjoyed it and I was happy that I relaxed for those three hours…… :D&lt;br /&gt;And third is yet to come tomorrow…. And am here relaxing…. It was a stress buster for me to write… and…. Now I must look where is my book…. Will continue rest of the story soon after exams…. Till then…. To be continued….. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-4411921379003953808?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4411921379003953808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=4411921379003953808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4411921379003953808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/4411921379003953808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-days-of-december.html' title='FOUR days of December…'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/SUFStScAAXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p-diQnJ5j_Q/s72-c/8550013_cbcdabec4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-8634265326710577036</id><published>2008-12-02T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:50:14.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing  'JUNGA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ3dooZEcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fe-9xnsH9VY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274902045820260802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ3dooZEcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fe-9xnsH9VY/s320/Copy+of+Picture+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junga&lt;/strong&gt;… a small village 40 kms away from Shimla, Himachal Pradesh..&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful hill station in the lap of nature.. A place away from noise and pollution…&lt;br /&gt;A place that existed somewhere in my imagination… A place which is as beautiful as its people….&lt;br /&gt;A place where everyone fall in love…. A place called as &lt;strong&gt;Junga&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Land of Love&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this opportunity of visiting &lt;strong&gt;Junga&lt;/strong&gt; last year i.e., final year of my college for our fieldtrip.. I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ2TprbFvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TKJtQHJ-AwM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;must say it was not just a field&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ4ADo-PmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eJPZATd2zrU/s1600-h/blg+pic+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274902637186006626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ4ADo-PmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eJPZATd2zrU/s320/blg+pic+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trip which taught me in terms of the place and its culture but also in terms of life and how beautiful it can be…. It was something which is still alive in my memory…. As if I just came back from there or may be the cold winter nights are reminding me of those cold nights.... amazing place…. I feel as if I lived a dream… scenic beauty that I composed in thoughts…. Such a beautiful creation of God it is…. Must say… like a heaven on the earth… at least for me from the places I visited till now it was something different… A place in the lap of hills…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One strange thing about &lt;strong&gt;Junga &lt;/strong&gt;was 98% of total marriages there were love marriages… and it was belief of people there that &lt;strong&gt;Junga&lt;/strong&gt; makes people fall in love… Well.. no comments on their belief ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;One reason of why am writing on Junga is… it is something I can never forget...…. how about living a life where your day starts with your favorite espresso and a long morning walk in the hills.. Followed by a work you love to do... which was study of culture o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ4maprfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n1VAoYVEKWY/s1600-h/blg+pic+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274903296198016658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ4maprfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n1VAoYVEKWY/s320/blg+pic+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f that place and interacting with people.. Playing cricket or any other game in the evening with the localites... and after a tiring day… a peaceful night with your friends… And few things I prefer not to mention here… Aah!! life can’t be better…. Well I don’t think I missed anything there except few people I left here in Delhi… :)&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think of it I really feel it was a dream…. How can life be so good…… and perfect….. or I would rather say… I loved those imperfections as well… whatever it may be I would love to go there at least once again in my life…. Life was different there…. Completely different….. and it was like a dream world for me…. &lt;strong&gt;Really AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-8634265326710577036?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8634265326710577036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=8634265326710577036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8634265326710577036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/8634265326710577036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-junga.html' title='Amazing  &apos;JUNGA&apos;'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STQ3dooZEcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fe-9xnsH9VY/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-3963825288139806445</id><published>2008-11-30T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:29:05.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer Internship…. Dunno where I gonna land up….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STIT0_yda2I/AAAAAAAAADs/dIHquYSwZgA/s1600-h/red-leaf-touzon-1047119-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274299914801474402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STIT0_yda2I/AAAAAAAAADs/dIHquYSwZgA/s320/red-leaf-touzon-1047119-sw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next move… summer internship… as time is passing I realized exams are just a part of daily life :P..&lt;br /&gt;So nothing to mention about them they are no more ‘something different’ to share… And how can they be when you have to give exams just every next month that’s so of all your 7-8 subjects…&lt;br /&gt;They say when you’ll start working you won’t get time... But I feel when I’ll start with my career I’ll have more time... at least I’ll get weekends off.. No matter even if not regularly... But sometimes at least… here we hardly get a single off… and keep on looking for a single day for ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;Though my summer internship will start in feb’2009 am already excited about it… though till now I don’t even know where I’ll be placed for those 3.5 months... But whatever it may be whenever I think about it I am occupied with mixed feeling of excitement and stress… Excitement because it’ll be my first corporate interaction (for a period of time) and stress because I don’t know where am going to be placed.. Since its first time am going to work in real environment I want it to be good… really good… but let’s see what’s there for me in store… And when am there I’ll make it Good :D ;)&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to it enthusiastically… two more months to go… Hope it gonna ROCK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-3963825288139806445?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3963825288139806445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=3963825288139806445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3963825288139806445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/3963825288139806445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/11/summer-internship-dunno-where-i-gonna.html' title='Summer Internship…. Dunno where I gonna land up….'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STIT0_yda2I/AAAAAAAAADs/dIHquYSwZgA/s72-c/red-leaf-touzon-1047119-sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368949298039441477.post-7006044626836646292</id><published>2008-11-30T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:51:11.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>….And Finally…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STGcziSRvkI/AAAAAAAAADE/aVn5W7D5SLY/s1600-h/2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274169047818288706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STGcziSRvkI/AAAAAAAAADE/aVn5W7D5SLY/s320/2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh… don’t remember from when I wanted to be here…. but finally am here….&lt;br /&gt;Well... Life is changed a lot in just one year and not just life I feel am also changed.. or maybe I can sense it this time because its recent.. When I decided to do MBA I never thought it will be like this… Our dreams are always different from real thing but then the satisfaction inside is enough to keep the spark alive that now achieved was once a &lt;strong&gt;‘Dream’&lt;/strong&gt;... But whatever people may say about MBA I really feel it’s great…&lt;br /&gt;I feel I always enjoyed life in its best manner… My graduation taught me a lot…. But that was in different way there I only tackled different kinda people around… and came across faces I never seen before.. I enjoyed… I laughed…I cried… I learned…I came across some of the most beautiful days of my life… and some of the worst… but all I now recall is the ‘good old time’….. The time when we used to bunk classes.. The time when we used to go on long walks…. Time when we tried every stupid thing together ;)… those ice candies in first rain of season.… those small and big college functions when we used to dress up like never before :D… those stupid crushes and affairs(of friends)…. The days of studying a night before final exam… long chats… smses… stupid fights and specially my field trips… I just can’t forget a single moment of it……. and sometimes I wish so much to go back into the time……………………………………………………and the most important it taught me to be independent….&lt;br /&gt;Then life took a turn… I never thought I’ll someday a month or two before MBA entrance will think of doing it and will clear it…. And here comes support of my family, strong will, destiny and tinge of smart work… :D.. And am in a different life now... a life away from past.. Away from my place… and away from my friends (in distance)… a life from science to accounts… as we grow we realize past was so beautiful… I used to think science is tough but suddenly I feel I love science though accounts is also not bad and am loving it too(as I don’t have to study it anymore in second semester) :D... In graduation I used to miss my school and now I miss college more than school…. And my present is also cool and I know I’ll miss these days… the different thing am learning here is&lt;strong&gt; ‘professionalism’&lt;/strong&gt;…. The word is not merely a word…. It’s a world... a different world... I just entered into it…. But I know I’ll land up somewhere in right place… ;)&lt;br /&gt;I never thought my Life will ever be so hectic that I’ll even crave for a single off…. But then… am getting used to it… slowly slowly… and loving it…. a new life…. A new beginning……. From casuals to formals… from bunks to classes… and the most important thing ‘professionalism’… and a NEW DREAM for myself… &lt;strong&gt;life truly ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!!!!! ;) ;) ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368949298039441477-7006044626836646292?l=deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7006044626836646292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368949298039441477&amp;postID=7006044626836646292' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7006044626836646292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368949298039441477/posts/default/7006044626836646292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-finally.html' title='….And Finally…..'/><author><name>Deepika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863607959810728932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKn3N4JELI/TtdRmMui8dI/AAAAAAAABD8/aJybSpDSdAI/s220/IMG_0359%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix08jOINzJw/STGcziSRvkI/AAAAAAAAADE/aVn5W7D5SLY/s72-c/2067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
