<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6364183248172595875</id><updated>2024-11-05T19:00:44.566-08:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="break-up"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="BFF"/><category term="Fan-fiction"/><category term="The Vampire Diaries"/><category term="comedy"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="hope"/><category term="life"/><category term="moon"/><category term="optimism"/><category term="satire"/><category term="sci-fi"/><category term="secrets"/><category term="sister-friend"/><category term="travel"/><title type='text'>I, Me and Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>...Ego-centric universe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-3528076124138686355</id><published>2013-03-22T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-22T02:14:39.643-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BFF"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sister-friend"/><title type='text'>When you said....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
You entered my life when I least needed you,&lt;br /&gt;
A void is all that remains, now that you&#39;re gone.&lt;br /&gt;
There was no sadness, no anger, no emotions,&lt;br /&gt;
Only a blank mind and an outburst of tears,&lt;br /&gt;
When you said, &quot;Let&#39;s end it all!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How did we get to where we were when it ended,&lt;br /&gt;
How did we become BFFs from pure strangers,&lt;br /&gt;
Alas! My bad! It did not, could not last forever,&lt;br /&gt;
I still look back and wonder what went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
When you said, &quot;Let&#39;s end it all!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The pain of nostalgia is too much to bear,&lt;br /&gt;
You were always the angel sent from above,&lt;br /&gt;
As my friend and sister, approved to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;
Did ya forget it all? Where was your conscience,&lt;br /&gt;
When you said, &quot;Let&#39;s end it all!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s a deep regret over what I did and said,&lt;br /&gt;
But it all seemed justified to me back then,&lt;br /&gt;
Please accept my apology, we&#39;ll be ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;cos I don&#39;t want to relive that moment&lt;br /&gt;
When you said, &quot;Let&#39;s end it all!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/3528076124138686355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2013/03/when-you-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/3528076124138686355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/3528076124138686355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2013/03/when-you-said.html' title='When you said....'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-6710720499920416513</id><published>2012-07-04T03:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-04T03:42:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a guy and girl be &quot;just friends&quot; forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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What&#39;s the basic philosophy behind &quot;Friendship&quot;? You think you&#39;ve understood it in-and-out! C.S.Lewis&amp;nbsp; says, &quot;Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, &#39;What! You too? I thought I was the only one.&#39;&quot; So, is &quot;similarity&quot; the X-factor holding the bond of friendship together? Do &quot;birds of feather&quot; actually &quot;flock together&quot;? The answer is yes, they do. But wait a minute! Aren&#39;t we forgetting the basic law that works in the nature all around us: &quot;Opposites attract!&quot; If you were thinking that this law applies just to the field of Physics and EE, then think again! How often do you see people with totally contradicting natures being the best of friends? The answer is mostly, &quot;Many&quot;. Is the philosophy behind &quot;Friendship&quot; easy to grasp? I think NO! We, most often than not, do not have a clear black-and-white answer as to why a person is our best friend. The answer is always in the gray area.&lt;/div&gt;
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Having gotten a small glimpse of the picture, let&#39;s now consider friendship between a boy and a girl.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the girl lent the new-boy-in-class her pencil while others were busy teasing him; or maybe the boy shared his home-made lunch with the girl who was given just biscuits for lunch. The reason for the &lt;i&gt;genesis&lt;/i&gt; is immaterial. The fact is that the innocent and humble beginnings transform into a healthy friendship with time. The friendship matures, yet retaining its innocence in teasing one another, hiding others&#39; stuffs, fighting over silly issues, and the list goes on and on. One important point to note, from my personal experience, is that a guy and a girl make the best of friends. Period. I am unable to justify this claim, but I know it&#39;s true. So though a girl may have have umpteen other friends, its with this guy best friend that she is most at ease and can be totally herself. Does this feeling mean that she &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; him? NO! Same applies for the guy. So at the end of a really long day, the two can hang out, chat like there is going to be no tomorrow, discuss about every single event that took place that day, their secrets for the day, their crushes, their dreams (and I mean the ones that you see while sleeping :P) and probably more of JB (from the girl&#39;s side) and more of KS (from the guy&#39;s side); then return to their homes and go to sleep satisfied that the day is finally &lt;i&gt;complete&lt;/i&gt;. Does all this imply a &lt;i&gt;budding love&lt;/i&gt;? The answer is still NO!&lt;/div&gt;
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So now you must&#39;ve understood what I am getting at. My answer is YES! A guy and a girl can be &quot;just friends&quot; FOREVER and EVER. Your next question is now, &quot;How is that every guy-girl friend pair that I see develops &quot;love&quot; love and eventually ends up seeing each other?&quot; One of my personal theories is that &quot;Our life partner is always our best friend, but our best friend can never and should be never our life partner.&quot; Coming back to the question. I don&#39;t know how much this answer applies in a non-Indian context. How is a guy-girl friend pair received in India, by other friends, parents and society in general. The friends tease the pair, fill the walls of schools and colleges with their names, pass comments in the class, and make them a center of attention of everyone, including the teachers and profs. As if this wasn&#39;t enough, they personally talk to them and raise up false feelings for the other. The same mind that thought, &quot;We&#39;re the best of friends and nobody can come between us.&quot;, now starts thinking, &quot;Does he/she really like me?&quot;, &quot;What if what they are saying is true?&quot;; and with that goes the freedom and comfort in the friendship. Indian society, in general, is also still uncomfortable about a guy-girl friend pair. If a guy and a girl are seen at a coffee shop or in a restaurant, laughing and talking, the immediate assumption is that they are in a &quot;committed relationship&quot;. So the reception from the society is also corrupting. Parents contribution is very interesting in this. Many parents (and I am blessed to have such parents) understand the sacredness of such a friendship and are welcome. But some are, sadly not. The immediate response when they meet an opposite sex best friend of their child, is anger. This anger makes them force their kids, into not meeting their &quot;friend&quot; again. What does this do? Aren&#39;t they corrupting the minds of their own kids? What could have been a wonderful friendship, is now at the verge of becoming a &quot;committed relationship&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So as we can clearly see(from my point of view :P), as long as their minds are not corrupted by third parties, a guy and girl can be &quot;just friends&quot; FOREVER and EVER.I end with another quote of C.S.Lewis,&quot;Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival.&quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 
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Dear Sister,&lt;br /&gt;
Have lots to tell you this birthday&lt;br /&gt;
Glad that you were born on this day.&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm, Where should I start&lt;br /&gt;
First, you rule over my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Despite many arguments and fights&lt;br /&gt;
Being with you is one of the greatest delights.&lt;br /&gt;
My heart leaps with joy, to the sky above&lt;br /&gt;
At your every unexpected act of love.&lt;br /&gt;
I stand still and become speechless,&lt;br /&gt;
Ah! now you know it, I confess.&lt;br /&gt;
Having shared together many a treats,&lt;br /&gt;
And roamed through hella-lotta streets,&lt;br /&gt;
Beats me, what I am still missing&lt;br /&gt;
As i sit all day reminiscing,&lt;br /&gt;
How to mould myself into a person&lt;br /&gt;
Who would never your hurts worsen.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do things go out of hand?&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me, its always unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh what I would not do to go back&lt;br /&gt;
In time, and give myself a whack&lt;br /&gt;
Before I do anything to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me in this, for it is true.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this birthday, here&#39;s a big hug&lt;br /&gt;
I am already beginning to feel smug.&lt;br /&gt;
And another big SORRY from me&lt;br /&gt;
And here it comes on the count of three,&lt;br /&gt;
ONE, TWO, THREE....&lt;br /&gt;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SISTER!!! GOD BLESS YOU!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/1358571544821647134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2012/06/dear-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/1358571544821647134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/1358571544821647134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2012/06/dear-sister.html' title='Dear Sister'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-8952278002261382899</id><published>2011-02-22T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:11:12.375-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secrets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;O dear Moon, O dear Chandamama&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and wonder what&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;The reason for that faint smile&lt;br /&gt;Visible when you are a crescent &lt;br /&gt;Is it a mock at the ignorance of man&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks he knows all about earth&lt;br /&gt;When infact it is you who knows-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;You like us, are a child of our earth&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid never leaving his mother&lt;br /&gt;You orbit around earth faithfully &lt;br /&gt;We are mere mortals, but oh dear moon&lt;br /&gt;You and earth will be together forever. &lt;br /&gt;You have seen the lights of great cities&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness of lands yet alien to man&lt;br /&gt;You may be called &#39;lune&#39; in some places&lt;br /&gt;&#39;chaand&#39; in others, &#39;nila&#39; in yet others&lt;br /&gt;Yet you shower your light equally without&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice of any kind, unlike us humans.&lt;br /&gt;You have witnessed the rise and downfall&lt;br /&gt;Of civilizations and nations, big and small.&lt;br /&gt;You know our entire history like no one else&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the secret behind monalisa&#39;s smile,&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever a river longer than the Nile?&lt;br /&gt;Was Shakespeare really a woman in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;What colour were Nefertiti&#39;s eyes?&lt;br /&gt;You choose to remain silent, as always&lt;br /&gt;You must be mocking at me now, I assume&lt;br /&gt;To think i can get to this other side of you&lt;br /&gt;When great poets and artists have failed.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/8952278002261382899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-side-of-moon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8952278002261382899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8952278002261382899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-side-of-moon.html' title='The Other Side of the Moon'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-4341285652504501514</id><published>2011-02-15T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:46:19.649-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>Love Aaj Kal :P</title><content type='html'>This is a satire on &quot;Love today&quot; and how lost the youngsters of today are that they would fall literally for &quot;anyone&quot; as is seen at the end. So Enjoyyyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Waiting in the park with a red rose just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Though the grass here is still covered with dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;People outside on the road aren&#39;t many but few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I feel like a deserted ship without its crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yet I wait here in the hope of meeting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Its a dull and cold morning, the sky yet to clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But today is the Valentine&#39;s Day for this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Though I am nervous, I am without any fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Of rejection, which my little heart cannot bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I am still waiting! Where are you my dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Though the sun is now high up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I see not the least signs of you coming by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Perhaps you have stopped at a gift shop to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Something special, one that will make me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Or are you just hiding nearby, trying to be sly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Its an enchanting view of the sunset from this park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I take my coat and get ready to leave as its getting dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;This day will remain forever in my heart as a burn mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The pain induced is greater than any bite from a shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But I am still hoping to run into you at The Arc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I return home dejected , the petals of the red rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;had all but one withered in the wait of the one I chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I check my Gmail in the hope of seeing a &quot;Sorry&quot; mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;None! Only comments on the fan-fiction of Fairy Tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Something tells me to check my Sent list and I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I had sent your mail to another addressee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Alas, my bad luck, the mail was sent to my professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The one who bored us with the theory of compressor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I write a  sincere apology letter to the professor  in haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Else who knows what grim consequences I would have faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I then look at the picture of you on my desk, my dear Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And Compose a fresh mail for you asking &quot;Will you be my Valentine?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/4341285652504501514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-aaj-kal-p.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/4341285652504501514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/4341285652504501514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-aaj-kal-p.html' title='Love Aaj Kal :P'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-3283901032207315892</id><published>2011-02-07T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:21:46.708-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fan-fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Vampire Diaries"/><title type='text'>A page from Elena Gilbert&#39;s Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5MFoqL86w8q96MVNnyfa2UFauVzBnRbhtl3FLhe2GMFbK5cBWNs2nH1X3UmsLa-EB5mQWBSyf9GCqdJeo0DnsHYcVk1IXlcQp855EHgA0Xb0-7EeQc-QE3irc-wnkJYLWmC9o6wApVE/s1600/Elena-Gilbert-the-vampire-diaries-tv-show-8511565-1024-768.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5MFoqL86w8q96MVNnyfa2UFauVzBnRbhtl3FLhe2GMFbK5cBWNs2nH1X3UmsLa-EB5mQWBSyf9GCqdJeo0DnsHYcVk1IXlcQp855EHgA0Xb0-7EeQc-QE3irc-wnkJYLWmC9o6wApVE/s320/Elena-Gilbert-the-vampire-diaries-tv-show-8511565-1024-768.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588687414090307650&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan-fiction of The Vampire Diaries but drawing the characters from the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;February 7, Monday&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up really late and missed my first class. The second class turned out to be boring and I ended up listening to Bonnie and Caroline talk about the new guy in the class whom I had not yet met. His name was Damon Salvatore, and according to them, he was the most handsome guy in Mystic Falls. I could just sit there and wonder what all the fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met him during lunch. OMG! He wasn&#39;t &quot;just&quot; the most handsome guy in Mystic Falls; he was &quot;the totally perfect guy&quot;. I know this is silly because no one can be perfect. But there he was, Damon, a totally perfect guy talking to me. I could feel his attractive aura once close to him. Everything about him attracted me to him; the way he spoke, the way he walked, his hairstyle, his smile. But the best feature were his eyes, light brown in colour and the most beautiful and the most mesmerizing ones I had ever seen. But there was also something creepy about them. They seemed to look deeper into me and read my thoughts, which actually gave me goosebumps. But I guess he wasn&#39;t the one to be blamed. It was the weather, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;We became friends within the first half an hour of our meeting itself. The faces of other girls of college was totally worth watching, especially Bonnie&#39;s and Caroline&#39;s. Their jaws hung in disbelief thinking that I was the one who was the least bit interested in Damon in the start but was already his friend now before anyone of them could even &quot;officially&quot; introduce themselves to him. I felt proud of myself; after all wasn&#39;t I Elena Gilbert, the one who always got the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;We had history that day after lunch and we were taught about the great &quot;Founding families&quot; of Mystic Falls. Guess what! I had known since like forever that Gilberts&#39; were also one of them but I also came to know that Salvatores&#39; were one of them too. This really made me inquisitive and I started questioning Damon about his parents and why they had moved out. But a really strange thing happened. I don&#39;t remember exactly what it was I asked, but I strangely felt &quot;influenced&quot; by his eyes and I was forced to change the question and instead started asking him about his favourite authors. But who am I kidding! Maybe I was just too lost in his beautiful eyes that I forgot what reply he had given or even what question I had asked.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to a nearby cafe after class and spent time there together till dinner when he accompanied me back home saying that it wasn&#39;t safe for me to stay out after dark. I thought WTH! Wasn&#39;t I staying here since my birth. But the look in his eyes were so desperate that I eventually agreed. So he came and dropped me at home. But he didn&#39;t step inside my home till I said &quot;Damon, come on in.&quot; He just stood outside and kept staring at my door. What a gentleman! Jeremy and Aunt Jenna liked him too. Jenna requested him to stay for dinner but he excused himself out saying he wasn&#39;t hungry. &lt;br /&gt;Jenna then told me after Damon had left that our neighbour&#39;s daughter had been killed by an &quot;animal&quot; at around 6 in the evening and advised me to be back in home before 5.30 p.m, and to follow this till the police had traced the cause of the attack. I wonder how Damon had sensed the danger in the town.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I am back in room feeling very pleasant and happy. Its just Damon on my mind right now. Diary am I really in love or is it just infatuation? I am too sleepy to analyze it now. So good night for today.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/3283901032207315892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/page-form-elena-gilberts-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/3283901032207315892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/3283901032207315892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/02/page-form-elena-gilberts-diary.html' title='A page from Elena Gilbert&#39;s Diary'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5MFoqL86w8q96MVNnyfa2UFauVzBnRbhtl3FLhe2GMFbK5cBWNs2nH1X3UmsLa-EB5mQWBSyf9GCqdJeo0DnsHYcVk1IXlcQp855EHgA0Xb0-7EeQc-QE3irc-wnkJYLWmC9o6wApVE/s72-c/Elena-Gilbert-the-vampire-diaries-tv-show-8511565-1024-768.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-2883491086301714957</id><published>2011-01-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:46:33.449-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>P.S. I DONT Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;How I had admired you even before seeing you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your achievements were so many, not few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &quot;Jab we met&quot;, you became my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A fool I was to later make you my aspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I knew what I was feeling was impossible and wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I had fixed my mind on waiting for you for lifelong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only your thoughts were on my mind every single day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I was, in the bus, on the road or the subway.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it happened that I forgot about my ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A fool I was not to realize it was just an infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My goals moved away from me every second&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh my! Wasnt I still strongly beckoned.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough, thankfully for me, it happened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my deep sleep I was suddenly awakened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my good friends deserve this acknowledgment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who helped me correcting my  wrong judgment.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now strong enough to look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that had captured me, the ones so wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My life will now need a new colour value and hue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this with relief &quot;P.S. I DONT Love You.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/2883491086301714957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/01/ps-i-dont-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/2883491086301714957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/2883491086301714957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2011/01/ps-i-dont-love-you.html' title='P.S. I DONT Love You'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-8745524194742430251</id><published>2010-11-13T05:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:46:42.938-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Time and tide wait for none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But I will wait my entire life for you for certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I have seen so many but none close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You have been my inspiration and my guru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;All that I have learnt is because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Things I have forgotten about are also for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yet you choose to heartlessly ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Assuming I aint serious but just funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;How much more obvious do I need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Or I suppose you have always remained too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I have definitely erred at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But shouldn&#39;t I expect you to help me in all my climbs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I have always heard that nobody&#39;s perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But let me call it your &quot;absolute&quot; little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;That you seem to be a perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;In everything you do, a great artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What do you get by seeing me suffer this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;For in this love, my love, I have no say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yet if it pleases you then I agree to bear this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;If you promise me that my wait shall not go in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But do I wish you ever understand my hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Oh no never ever shall I break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Even if the circumstances prove to be fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The candle of my love must always be unlit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I know you are the one no matter how late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Will keep continuing my wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Because time and tide wait for none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But I have my entire life to wait for this one.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/8745524194742430251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8745524194742430251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8745524194742430251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-593508599511358169</id><published>2010-09-27T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:46:53.146-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="optimism"/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Far away on the other side of THE tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I saw a hooded man calling out to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;There were dark angels dancing around him in fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I looked back at my problems and realized that till now i had been a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I started running towards him too scared to be confronted by truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;In the process fell down and broke a tooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;As if that wasnt enough, I hurt my knee too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Now the clouds cleared and the sky turned blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Out of nowhere there appeared a huge wall in my path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The height of which could not be calculated by any math,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;An angel descended from heaven and spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;At this point you all might think all this is a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But beware what follows is indeed very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The angel agreed to let me go to the other side if i could demolish the wall &#39;somehow&#39;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;There was more temptation and I began the task with a comical &quot;Pow! Pow!&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The wall was indeed very strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;It had been standing unscratched all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;After 2 days of extreme struggle I decided to give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;All that i wanted now was just water in a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The angel re-appeared and asked me to observe every single brick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hope!&quot; &quot;Hope!&quot; &quot;Hope!&quot; infinite times was what was written on every single pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The angel then explained that the wall of hope is indestructible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;No matter how tragic the past might have been there is ALWAYS and ALWAYS a hope for a better tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;This is the hope that keeps life running removing all the sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The temptation to go to the other side is always there because we think we have had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But the sad truth which most of us fail to see is that death is easy,life is tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And the ultimate winner is the one who undergoes all the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Stands for truth but never does cry in vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The angel merged the reflection of such a character with mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And wished to see me in a stage where I too could say &quot;Everything is fine!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I understood that day that there is never an absence of omens, be it good or bad, around us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;It is upto us to decide which path to take and to choose which bus.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/593508599511358169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/09/hope.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/593508599511358169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/593508599511358169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-8453276901950790263</id><published>2010-09-18T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:57:23.680-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sci-fi"/><title type='text'>The Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Well, I have tried to fuse in characters from different stories that i have read with a touch of science fiction. Hope you all like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;It was Sep 19, 2010. Our institute had issued 4 days of holidays on the account of the birthday of Sir Arthur Spiderwick. Hence, there I was wasting my time in the dormitory playing Snargaam when i could have achieved miraculous results in the laboratory. Just then my BFF telepathisised me a thought stating that all my other friends too had holidays and that they had planned for an all-girls reunion in the Andromeda bar located in the Kruger galaxy. Wait! I havent introduced myself. My name is Hermione Granger.Aged 23, I work for the Universal Institute of Theoretical Magic (UITM) as the Head Researcher.I was shocked. Attending the reunion would mean, 10 hours of time spent futile. But then tears poured down my eyes when i thought about how long it had been since I had met them all, exactly 5 years. We had kept touch with each other only through telepathy (the latest fastest means of communication, faster than owls). So I telepathisised her back that I would be glad to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;So on 20th Sep, 2010 I left the UITM headquarters and traveled on my private PartWave (light-speed vehicle) to galaxy Kruger, 30 light years away from UITM headquarters. I had, maybe travelled only 10 light years when my PartWave ran out of hydrogen. I knew this would delay me. I immediately telepathisised the HIF (Hydrogen Is Forever), who also provided &quot;wherever-you-wish&quot; delivery services, my exact galactic coordinates and the quantity (30 gallons). My wait began. I regretted for not having carried my Time-Turner else, I would have gone back and ensured that I had re-fuelled my vehicle. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into an hour. Finally after an hour, the delivery boy reached me.  He told me what had caused the delay, all the thoughts had collided with each other due to the creation on an illegal worm-hole and that Telepathy and Thought Management officials took nearly 45 minutes to separate out each thought and send them to their respective destinations. But I was glad that he was finally there. Finally,  I reached the galaxy and the bar in about two and an half hours but was sad to see all my other friends present there already. Punctuality was of prime importance to me. I had just stepped out of my PartWave when all my friends, 10 of them came running towards me and hugged me. There was Sofya (my BFF), Ginny, Spidergirl, Wonderwoman, Catwoman, Jean, Yuki, Rapunzel, Kisaragi and Rogue. I felt like I was on cloud nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Quick introduction of all my friends. Ginny worked for the Wizards and Witches for Space Defense; Spidergirl, Wonderwoman and Catwoman worked for the Universal Planetary League; Jean and Yuki for the Universal Worm-holes Management; Rapunzel for Galactic Court for Fairies; Kisaragi and Rogue worked for Universal Protocols Management. They were all also well-off like me and hence each possessed a private PartWave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;We quickly entered the Andromeda bar and occupied the largest table available there. All of us shared the same choices in matter of food (one major uniting factor) and each one of us ordered the same thing, one large cup of pumpkin juice, one pizza with extra grease and ash topping, one zombie soup and extra large fresh crawler sandwich. Then it started - the chatting. We spoke and spoke for time which seemed like eternity and yet there was so much more left to talk. We looked at the time, 12 hours had passed since our arrival and the food left untouched (unnoticed among all the talking). We apologized to the the owner ogre and finally managed to get us all a new set of hot and fresh food. We, literally attacked the food. All that talking had drained us of our energy. The bill amount was pretty small, $30,000,000; so I decided to take on the expenses and told my friends to accept it as my treat for making it into UITM. We all left the bar satisfied, for the food and the talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Then the sad part - the return. We all decided to have a reunion atleast once in a year and that we would all telepathisise each other atleast 100 times a day. We all got into our PartWaves and returned to our respective destinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;It was an unforgettable day in my life - the day we had all re-met - the reunion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/feeds/8453276901950790263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/09/reunion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8453276901950790263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364183248172595875/posts/default/8453276901950790263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlesofya.blogspot.com/2010/09/reunion.html' title='The Reunion'/><author><name>Madhuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040201485692834115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR_lQl9X_G5U5ZTAv2vuS0bCE2GfH3GJSr1zpyjXi9l7YHZaSiEy7ShSHIQN_ywcqX0v2pn64-umsf4swwYyoCpurjEXMq_DFzOt6_3l3A5xg2um9fYygTWMf6ytJxQ/s1600/tumblr_lkh5jqOVxU1qfq16qo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364183248172595875.post-8575413896070482137</id><published>2010-09-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:22:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Realized that my previous blog &quot;My first encounter with wasper&quot; wasnt much of a success because people considered it too &quot;personal&quot; and the blog failed to make any difference.. So here I am, ready to start off a new blog with new ideas, the major difference will be that this blog is going to focus on anything other that what people call &quot;personal&quot;. I hope to write stories, comment on current issues and most importantly I hope that I will remain an active blogger. So here I am brining to you the world THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS... 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