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Dear Sir,
No one knows how badly I want to be a part of this programme. This music class is gradually taking me to the levels I have been wanting to reach. Sir, you are God to me. I feel blessed being taught by you. Being trained for a programme by you is such an honour. Refusing to be a part of such a programme feels like a sin. I really did not want to sin. I am still craving to be a part of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/y3DcpxPsDIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/6872514082921509173/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=6872514082921509173" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6872514082921509173?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6872514082921509173?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/y3DcpxPsDIo/sorry-sir.html" title="Sorry, Sir :'(" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry-sir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYDRno6eyp7ImA9WhRQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-9149790566630981653</id><published>2011-12-14T11:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:59:37.413+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T11:59:37.413+05:30</app:edited><title>My first NaNoWriMo.</title><summary type="html">The closest one goes to publishing their novel is when they complete writing it. The closest I went to publish mine was when I started writing it. It was on the 1st of November this year when I decided to be a part of NaNoWriMo. It took me a few years to decide which of the tales in my happening life I should use in my book. A fiction story that you write for the first time is always inspired by &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/JDguYBCczcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/9149790566630981653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=9149790566630981653" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/9149790566630981653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/9149790566630981653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/JDguYBCczcc/my-first-nanowrimo.html" title="My first NaNoWriMo." /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-first-nanowrimo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FRnc9cSp7ImA9WhRSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-6310779914044270788</id><published>2011-11-21T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:23:37.969+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T01:23:37.969+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Passion appreciated</title><summary type="html">Finally, the day came when my guru enjoyed my song :) Bliss. Today has to be really special.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/N_V_WhS-XX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/6310779914044270788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=6310779914044270788" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6310779914044270788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6310779914044270788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/N_V_WhS-XX4/passion-appreciated.html" title="Passion appreciated" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/11/passion-appreciated.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCRHo7cSp7ImA9WhdQF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-4635371626701845429</id><published>2011-08-19T04:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:04:25.409+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T18:04:25.409+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>MH04 Live at Rockville, Belapur!!</title><summary type="html">

A year ago, I went to attend Asar's gig at Inorbit, Vashi. Asar, by the way, is the kid Gaurav's second band. After the gig, the kid, my friend who accompanied me for the gig, and I, along with the rest of Asar's band members went up to the food court. While there, we somehow began talking about another Mumbai based band called MH04. MH04 is Thane based precisely, hence the name!

"Their 'Hey &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/WmtfhqmHTwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/4635371626701845429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=4635371626701845429" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4635371626701845429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4635371626701845429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/WmtfhqmHTwc/mh04-live-at-rockville-belapur.html" title="MH04 Live at Rockville, Belapur!!" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/HxVe0NzBdJo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/08/mh04-live-at-rockville-belapur.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ASXY8fCp7ImA9WhdSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7752005124881357464</id><published>2011-07-20T02:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-20T02:59:08.874+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T02:59:08.874+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><title>Death</title><summary type="html">The last of my grandparents expired - my maternal grandmother. She is the only grandparent I have really had a sensible conversation with, the only one I 'knew' because by the time I was 10, she was the only one left. She was 93, frail and weak with no ailments and died in her sleep in her house. Not in a hospital. That's a very peaceful death.

But I don't want to die like that. I still stick to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/OHZIdaCE93s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7752005124881357464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7752005124881357464" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7752005124881357464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7752005124881357464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/OHZIdaCE93s/death_20.html" title="Death" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/07/death_20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQH04eSp7ImA9WhZUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7960545801476538765</id><published>2011-06-07T02:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:20:01.331+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T02:20:01.331+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Alive now</title><summary type="html">Long break. I know. The break happened because of a lot of things, about which I might tell, some other time. But for now, I have something important to report. Who knows what might happen?

I got my first real death threat today. It was from the father of a seemingly mentally abnormal girl who enjoys cheap gossip. Can I just post this much and go? Posting this so that there are at least a few &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/n6l7_2UVWKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7960545801476538765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7960545801476538765" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7960545801476538765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7960545801476538765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/n6l7_2UVWKI/alive-now.html" title="Alive now" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2011/06/alive-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EAQXo8eip7ImA9Wx9QFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-4898228404742211056</id><published>2010-12-28T10:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:10:40.472+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-29T15:10:40.472+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sony Ericsson k790i" /><title>The day my phone took revenge</title><summary type="html">It took me a month of research before I zeroed in on my Sony Ericsson k790i two years ago. That was after my k750i had got stolen. It was with a heavy heart that I got separated from my k750i. But the heaviness did not stay for long. k790i turned out to be such awesomeness that I fell in love with it and when the camera proved to be a hit, I was drooling!

That was 2 years ago. With the phone &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/xAFyVU1j_7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/4898228404742211056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=4898228404742211056" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4898228404742211056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4898228404742211056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/xAFyVU1j_7s/day-my-phone-took-revenge.html" title="The day my phone took revenge" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-my-phone-took-revenge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDSX45cCp7ImA9Wx5bFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-908568264703691515</id><published>2010-11-01T14:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:39:38.028+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T14:39:38.028+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy" /><title>That lovely summer evening</title><summary type="html">It took me a thoughtful, slow 10 minute walk from college to reach my second home- my second floor room in the hostel. My mind was full of thoughts about the lovely trek that he and I had been planning to go for. For one reason or the other, it kept getting postponed. It wasn't the trek that was really important. What mattered was the fact that we were going to do something difficult together, be&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/B_sBZ2lbEBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/908568264703691515/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=908568264703691515" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/908568264703691515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/908568264703691515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/B_sBZ2lbEBU/that-lovely-summer-evening.html" title="That lovely summer evening" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-lovely-summer-evening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQARn4yeyp7ImA9Wx5UEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-6416317964757482146</id><published>2010-10-15T23:50:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:59:07.093+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-15T23:59:07.093+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><title>My Story - of birth and death</title><summary type="html">



I was born a very healthy baby, two days after I was due. I was 4.2 kgs heavy and fully grown. When my mom saw me, she thought I was blind in one eye because it was closed. When she saw tears in grandma's eyes, she was sure she had given birth to a one-eyed child. Only after some explanation later did she know that the tears were those of joy and that my eye was shut because my hair was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/mXYmGLb2X48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/6416317964757482146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=6416317964757482146" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6416317964757482146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6416317964757482146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/mXYmGLb2X48/my-story-of-birth-and-death.html" title="My Story - of birth and death" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-story-of-birth-and-death.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkADQn06eip7ImA9Wx5WGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-3424991964333842516</id><published>2010-09-30T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:02:53.312+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-30T11:02:53.312+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moods" /><title>Stuff I hate to hear from you</title><summary type="html">There are friends and there are acquaintances. Then there are strangers and the 'I wanna make fraanship wid u' kind of others. And then there are -saving the best for the last- the close friends. I chat with all of these and some words from all these category of friends and non-friends(!!) actually awaken the wild animal in me. So if you sense sudden anger in me, hell YES.. it IS because of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/4wHKD9sA8UE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/3424991964333842516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=3424991964333842516" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/3424991964333842516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/3424991964333842516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/4wHKD9sA8UE/stuff-i-hate-to-hear-from-you.html" title="Stuff I hate to hear from you" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuff-i-hate-to-hear-from-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFQHs4fip7ImA9Wx5RF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7436999023588660067</id><published>2010-08-26T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:01:51.536+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-26T00:01:51.536+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><title>Oh! I have a blog! AND a job.</title><summary type="html">This page is either jinxed or I am making excuses. But ever since I created this blog, I have not been able to write the way I had been doing earlier. There was a time when I could read and re-read my posts and entertain myself and love myself for the way I write and for what I have written. That doesn't happen anymore. I have tonnes of stuff happening in my life and I tell you, it hasn't been &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/lxkBulXPFfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7436999023588660067/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7436999023588660067" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7436999023588660067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7436999023588660067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/lxkBulXPFfI/oh-i-have-blog-and-job.html" title="Oh! I have a blog! AND a job." /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-i-have-blog-and-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DQHk_eCp7ImA9Wx5TE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7465604652351764118</id><published>2010-07-29T00:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:09:31.740+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T01:09:31.740+05:30</app:edited><title>Shastra @Raghuleela update</title><summary type="html">So Shastra rocked!! Being a Hindi alternative rock band, they were the most soothing band to my ears. But the crazy crowd seemed to love heavy metal bands where the vocalists don't sing. They only roar. Like animals... let's take a dog for example. Whatever the dog says, we only hear 'bow wow'. Whatever heavy metal band vocalists say, I only hear "AAAARRRRRRRRR". Fools! The crowds went crazy with&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/zJL652Qz_-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7465604652351764118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7465604652351764118" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7465604652351764118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7465604652351764118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/zJL652Qz_-g/shastra-raghuleela-update.html" title="Shastra @Raghuleela update" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/07/shastra-raghuleela-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINQHs8cCp7ImA9WxFUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-6564013274486467076</id><published>2010-06-25T08:10:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:26:31.578+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-25T08:26:31.578+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Battle of the Bands!!</title><summary type="html">Ever since I performed with Gaurav on stage during my college cultural festivals this year, I haven't stopped wishing that he'd be my son. Have never known or even seen such a sweet, humble, well behaved, talented boy ever.

By the way, Gaurav is a final year student of my college, with a magical singing voice that I love so much!! He's been nicknamed Atif by his friends for the kind of songs he &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/yMNo9AaSvEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/6564013274486467076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=6564013274486467076" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6564013274486467076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6564013274486467076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/yMNo9AaSvEk/youthopia-raghuleela-mall-vashi-26th.html" title="Battle of the Bands!!" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/06/youthopia-raghuleela-mall-vashi-26th.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CR386cSp7ImA9WxFWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-938928108129954318</id><published>2010-06-08T08:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:29:26.119+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T08:29:26.119+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Another book</title><summary type="html">I'm done reading 'P.S. I Love You'. A very good book with an unconventional ending; one that makes one want to rid themselves of all the negativity, one that makes one believe that it is not so difficult to overlook the bad things in life and mingle with the beauty around us, making our own life more beautiful and enjoyable; one that makes one wish to have a Hitler-less family like the lady in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/6Js_EKXd90c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/938928108129954318/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=938928108129954318" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/938928108129954318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/938928108129954318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/6Js_EKXd90c/another-book.html" title="Another book" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-book.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGRn04eyp7ImA9WxFWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-6184500865313677778</id><published>2010-06-02T02:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:48:47.333+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T02:48:47.333+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="students" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Chelpa Lingam" /><title>Missing the boss</title><summary type="html">I don't like holidays. For some reason, which I refuse to elaborate or even state here right now (since I have been pissed off almost all day today and stating the reason might cause me to erupt like a volcano, complete with hot lava), I prefer being busy and having my brain active full-time, at work.


The workplace has been an absolute pleasure to be in, ever since Dr. Chelpa Lingam took over. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/uQFH3O34oQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/6184500865313677778/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=6184500865313677778" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6184500865313677778?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/6184500865313677778?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/uQFH3O34oQQ/missing-boss.html" title="Missing the boss" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-boss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMESHs9eSp7ImA9WhZXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-5765910644120848291</id><published>2010-05-26T20:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:16:49.561+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T00:16:49.561+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>The Last Date</title><summary type="html">
Part-I"Meet me at 10", his voice crackled over the phone.
"Same place?", she asked, trying to speak as less as possible.
"Yea. Bye." He cut the call without waiting for her response.It was 21st May, only a month after they had celebrated their second anniversary of being together, only a week after they had had a bitter fight and cried to sleep, only a day after she told him that she wanted to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/wtf2uB6BZQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/5765910644120848291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=5765910644120848291" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5765910644120848291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5765910644120848291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/wtf2uB6BZQI/last-date.html" title="The Last Date" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-date.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHSHgycCp7ImA9WxFWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-3670641979237351187</id><published>2010-05-13T20:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:30:39.698+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T08:30:39.698+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Sleep... and a book</title><summary type="html">Mom has always said that its very comfortable to sleep next to me because I don't move at all once I've slept. So, there are no kicks, pushes or any kind of violence to the person next to me.Yesterday, I got a proof of this motionless sleep routine of mine. I was really tired when I went to bed yesterday. I remember transferring some data to my pendrive, that I had to give to the lovely little &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/WZi-CrkLQfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/3670641979237351187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=3670641979237351187" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/3670641979237351187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/3670641979237351187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/WZi-CrkLQfs/mom-has-always-said-that-its-very.html" title="Sleep... and a book" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-has-always-said-that-its-very.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEMRXo9fip7ImA9WxFRFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-5013037460316206544</id><published>2010-04-29T00:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:54:44.466+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T00:54:44.466+05:30</app:edited><title>Bless Procrastination!</title><summary type="html">How much more positive can one get that I am beginning to be now?If I have gone to the lengths to prove that procrastination can be a good thing too, then I believe I'm doing well at this new optimism in my life now. 'Now', being the keyword. That part will be explained later.For now, let's see how procrastination can be a good thing after all. We've been every mother's dream child if we haven't &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/iIFv_FQZRIc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/5013037460316206544/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=5013037460316206544" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5013037460316206544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5013037460316206544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/iIFv_FQZRIc/bless-procrastination.html" title="Bless Procrastination!" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/04/bless-procrastination.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQHo-fCp7ImA9WxFSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7252899389235197857</id><published>2010-04-17T21:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:34:41.454+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-18T08:34:41.454+05:30</app:edited><title>Ecstasy</title><summary type="html">If anyone could die due to abundance of joy, I'd be dead now.I have found my Guru.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/PZxD9Cvrbys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7252899389235197857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7252899389235197857" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7252899389235197857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7252899389235197857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/PZxD9Cvrbys/ecstasy.html" title="Ecstasy" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecstasy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFSHg7fSp7ImA9WxBaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-169672321681723591</id><published>2010-03-30T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:55:19.605+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-30T23:55:19.605+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><title>Sacred Tree</title><summary type="html">However great and experienced you are, you can't go by your instinct all the time. At times, you need to think and then speak out.It often happens that first and hastily spoken words have to be regretted sooner or later.It is not that there is no opportunity to correct what has been said already. But those words may have already been analysed and etched somewhere at the back of the listener's &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/lCHQfH2VXS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/169672321681723591/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=169672321681723591" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/169672321681723591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/169672321681723591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/lCHQfH2VXS8/sacred-tree.html" title="Sacred Tree" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/03/sacred-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHQHw5fCp7ImA9WxBaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-5033321210523693654</id><published>2010-03-25T02:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:58:51.224+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-30T23:58:51.224+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Chelpa Lingam" /><title>Delayed Picnic Update</title><summary type="html">I didn't mean to ignore this place. Have wanted to write so much over here but there's sooo much happening that everytime I want to write, something more has happened and what I came to write is old.Excuses :| I inherit that from my students.Now I just want to post!!!I told you I'll be giving picnic updates. There is not much to update, I tell you! What could happen in a picnic?We decided to meet&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/3LzySVKpStI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/5033321210523693654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=5033321210523693654" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5033321210523693654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/5033321210523693654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/3LzySVKpStI/delayed-picnic-update.html" title="Delayed Picnic Update" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S6p5raXuvwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-Vd3oafFi_I/s72-c/Dr.+Chelpa.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/03/delayed-picnic-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQ3s9fyp7ImA9WxBUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-7711025370997493849</id><published>2010-02-28T16:22:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:43:52.567+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-02T21:43:52.567+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Chelpa Lingam" /><title>Murud Janjira, Kashid Beach picnic</title><summary type="html">You know how lovely horse rides feel? Do you know? What do I tell you? I can't even explan!! Because I haven't ever riden one. Hmmphh! Even though there were horses all around me.I have reasons:1. I'm terrified of broken bones.2. I'm a pessimist when momma is not with me.But then, if mom was with me, even the faint chance I had would vanish coz she's more terrified of my broken bones than she is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/fss6tl63DL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/7711025370997493849/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=7711025370997493849" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7711025370997493849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/7711025370997493849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/fss6tl63DL4/murud-janjira-kashid-beach-picnic.html" title="Murud Janjira, Kashid Beach picnic" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S4pLc_JyJdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nXbkxXV9gLQ/s72-c/Kashid+Beach.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/02/murud-janjira-kashid-beach-picnic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQnc_eip7ImA9WxBVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-4003357897218392329</id><published>2010-02-16T01:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:10:03.942+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-16T02:10:03.942+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RJ Karan Singh Rathore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="students" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><title>Height of Insensitivity</title><summary type="html">I saw one of the most thoughtless women last week at the railway station.The indicator showed 6:01 pm and the next train was scheduled for 6:08pm. The platform got more and more crowded as seconds ticked away. An obese, impatient woman came by and asked me, "Was there an announcement about the train being late?" I shook my head and said, "Another 7 minutes" and looked away. She looked talkative &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/J5Gynl9d_Bk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/4003357897218392329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=4003357897218392329" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4003357897218392329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/4003357897218392329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/J5Gynl9d_Bk/height-of-insensitivity.html" title="Height of Insensitivity" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/02/height-of-insensitivity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGQXg-eyp7ImA9WxBXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-1850120423158772989</id><published>2010-01-29T19:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:57:00.653+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T19:57:00.653+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planning" /><title>Weekend plans</title><summary type="html">I pray that this weekend will be different.There are things that I have been wanting to do for a very long time now. But I wanted to finish off the more important things before I distract myself because the distraction is a passion and the important stuff was compulsion. I have been teased for having delayed pursuing my passion for so many years and just going on whining about it. I have been &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/1vol2q9r2-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/1850120423158772989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=1850120423158772989" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/1850120423158772989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/1850120423158772989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/1vol2q9r2-M/weekend-plans.html" title="Weekend plans" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-plans.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQASXs6eCp7ImA9WxBXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-1134123355100173867</id><published>2010-01-21T22:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:49:08.510+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-21T22:49:08.510+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Chelpa Lingam" /><title>My awesome boss!</title><summary type="html">I have an amazing new principal in college. Anyone following my updates on facebook would know how fond of him I am :) It is not often that one likes their boss. We tend to dislike those who have authority over us. I think this is most experienced by children with older siblings. Like I have my Chota (small) Hitler (that's a nick I have given my big brother) Why do I call him Chota even though he&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterButter/~4/CABfXeigadU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ishru.blogspot.com/feeds/1134123355100173867/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383495192898678175&amp;postID=1134123355100173867" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/1134123355100173867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383495192898678175/posts/default/1134123355100173867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterButter/~3/CABfXeigadU/my-awesome-boss.html" title="My awesome boss!" /><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHLUHmtPhoc/S21s2uEkgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mdOrQSGyLjY/S220/Shruti.JPG" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ishru.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-awesome-boss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

