<?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-8913515533941334419</id><updated>2024-10-24T20:08:43.356-04:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="Me"/><category term="experiences"/><category term="feelings"/><category term="review"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="movies"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="poem"/><category term="Qualities"/><category term="family"/><category term="fun"/><category term="job"/><category term="memories"/><category term="men"/><category term="Tips"/><category term="best friend"/><category term="growing-up"/><category term="interest"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="religion"/><category term="Going the distance"/><category term="Gollum"/><category term="Indian-ness"/><category term="People"/><category term="Places"/><category term="Songs"/><category term="USA"/><category term="bad boring day"/><category term="bargaining"/><category term="care"/><category term="comedy"/><category term="disgust"/><category term="findingfanny"/><category term="gay"/><category term="irony"/><category term="journey"/><category term="phase"/><category term="sharing"/><category term="story"/><category term="street shopping"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="woman"/><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as I see it - however it is in my head. &#xa;A little something that I can look back upon whenever I need to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-8215161234620990087</id><published>2015-07-16T01:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2015-07-16T01:22:08.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The loss of a pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
She was 6 months old when we met her. I remember very clearly the day she was brought in. She came in sitting royally on the front seat of a white Honda. A little scared, a little unsure we were both. Maybe she was hungry we thought. Very soon we found out - Oh boy, was she hungry!&lt;br /&gt;
She howled all through the night. Turns out she didn&#39;t know where to relieve herself. The living room was a mess. Come here Chocolate, sorry we didn&#39;t tell you where and how. She slept in my lap until sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
The adjustment took a toll on everybody, probably her too and they were all ready to return her. Everyone except me. I knew she was coping up with us just as we were trying to adjust to her too.&lt;br /&gt;
And then a week was all it took for everybody to fall in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ver soon she was all trained - In no time she could Hi5, handshake, stay down, sit, jump up, hold a rat by its tail - you name it, she knew it. So smart! And she was multi-lingual too.&lt;br /&gt;
And loved to swim. Hated baths. Hated toothpaste. Loved playing with frogs and lizards.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then all of a sudden, our dog died this morning. Had an epileptic fit. Just like that. It just seems so unfair that somebody has to die this way. No rhyme or reason to epilepsy attacks. There are so many things that you take for granted. The overjoyed greeting of your pet being one.&lt;br /&gt;
And then all of a sudden it just stops. There is nobody wagging their tail behind you. Following you around like they&#39;re joined at the hip to you. Nobody to wake you up in the morning. Nobody begging you to take them for a walk in the morning. You try and move stealthily to the fridge from your bedroom door hoping not to wake anybody up - but of course there&#39;s the lightsleeper panting behind you so loud - you&#39;re afraid the neighborhood would wake up. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
As I sit here reeling in with the sudden loss - the world seems like a lonely place. The emptiness is engulfing. There are people around but what&#39;s the point. They wont be for long it seems. A stupid fit can end it all. &lt;br /&gt;
To everybody who&#39;s loved and lost - I feel you - but I so wish I couldn&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8215161234620990087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/8215161234620990087?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/8215161234620990087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/8215161234620990087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-loss-of-pet.html' title='The loss of a pet'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5qd3Xd38_Hw12HtRCt0SGli3Eo2Y71ZopkHzZ6GA4vSqGivC1ocJU1n2nhyphenhyphen6EXQB4BwWT5nspnQEP4EWZYD0GMzpL3Wd_XKgSprSDIjRV86CGpQYLT0Mxn8pFhTQeXTEbf6Xcme1v2U/s72-c/2014-10-05.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-7018137365256003444</id><published>2014-09-13T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-13T11:49:58.274-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="findingfanny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><title type='text'>Finding Fanny</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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Sometimes the entire plot of a movie is in the title. Movies are termed &#39;different&#39; by every actor usually. Sometimes melodrama can ruin the movie when it isn&#39;t required. (Mary Kom, anyone? )&lt;br /&gt;
But Finding Fanny is none of that!&lt;br /&gt;
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This movie lives right upto your expectations. You go in expecting a comedy movie and come out after watching a really different, lively comedy movie. It is a laugh riot - you will enjoy it through and through - I did. Will watch it again this week most likely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for the best parts. The cast!&lt;br /&gt;
Every character is well thought out of. Endearing. Multi-faceted. Evolving. In short, very real.&lt;br /&gt;
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Naseeruddin Shah is brilliant. Period. The characters come together and set out to find his Fanny, his love who he&#39;s waited for for 46 years because a letter he had written back then wasn&#39;t posted at all to her. He manages to keep the child-like innocence all through the movie without coming across as stupid, even though he&#39;s supposed to be a 60+ year old in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pankaj Kapoor is amazing. You expect him to be a con artist throughout, find him borderlining to evoking disgust - which is what his character was supposed to make us feel, yet in a final scene he does prove himself to be the &#39;artist&#39; who was really just following his muse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deepika Padukone is beautiful, she has been evolving as an actress and this is probably her best act so far.&lt;br /&gt;
Arjun Kapoor does ok as the angry young man. I am still unsure of him as an actor. In my head he is this guy who has this controlled poker face and only allows emotions to show through sometimes. Or maybe he&#39;s just another John Abraham. That remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;
Dimple Kapadia with her obviously padded fanny, is the town&#39;s Lok Kalyan trust(LKT) always helping out. (Mostly when it isn&#39;t needed.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The characters are all very real and blend into the plot effortlessly. I had a great time watching the movie after a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;
The only &#39;issue&#39; I found was, the movie is set in goa, but the accent doesn&#39;t come off as Goan.&lt;br /&gt;
But otherwise, definitely a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you watched the movie yet? What did you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: The picture isn&#39;t mine. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pinkvilla.com/files/Finding_Fanny_Poster_0.jpg&quot;&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; helped me find it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just read a couple of articles. Or maybe it was just Quora. So I decided to create a list of changes I want to see in myself 365 days down the line.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s my list for the next 1 year. Will check back in around this time and see how I fared.&lt;br /&gt;
1. Read for 30 mins in the morning - news, current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Exercise everyday for 30-60 mins.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Brush twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Read a book for 30 mins before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Finish course in Algorithms on coursera.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Create a budget every month and start a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Write everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Call one person from your pool of friends and family everyday.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hello! It&#39;s been a while since I wrote. After effects of the switch from being a student to a workaholic I guess. So many things have changed. Had written this a while back, didn&#39;t get to publishing it.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you cycle in and out of phases? Say, One week you are eating out all the time and then it takes forever for you to get back to your routine of cooking at home. One week you just want to stay out of your home. One week all you want to do is curl up with a book in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m currently in the socialising phase tending towards curling up in bed - almost there.&lt;br /&gt;
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So socializing. Say you go out. A mixed group. Old people. New people -&amp;nbsp;You don&#39;t know.&amp;nbsp;You know the old ones. How they act. What they actually like. What they don&#39;t. What they believe in. Yada yada. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;
Then the unlikeliest of people start conversing and hit it off. You know what I&#39;m talking about right?&lt;br /&gt;
So what do you like doing in your free time?&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Blah blah bla&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://cdn3.fresherstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Fotolia_14014257_Subscription_XL-600x400.jpg?9d7bd4&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;http://cdn3.fresherstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Fotolia_14014257_Subscription_XL-600x400.jpg?9d7bd4&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;Wow, really? I love that!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You know both of them. And you&#39;re listening to the conversation..&lt;br /&gt;
Half the time you&#39;re smirking or rolling your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
People can be so deceptive! It&#39;s like they&#39;re portraying themselves to be exactly what the other person wants to see. Exactly the opposite things. They&#39;re totally not into sports. &quot;Oh I love playing sports!&quot; translating to &#39;I&#39;m gonna say whatever it takes for you to like me.&#39; Disgusting it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I say disgusting? I don&#39;t know. I don&#39;t understand people&#39;s intentions. I am only looking at the outer layer of the behavior. Not really analyzing why people are doing what they do. Are we supposed to be doing that? Isn&#39;t that too much of a hassle? Why care about what they are actually thinking, right?&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow it is connected to your life. Your happiness and theirs is intertwined. One cannot live with people for too long. One cannot live without them either. And so you say anything when you do meet them. Phases.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6710986956041821326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/6710986956041821326?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6710986956041821326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6710986956041821326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/socializing.html' title='Socializing'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-6877296346592756091</id><published>2011-10-09T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:08:19.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I see a ray of light and run towards it. But as soon as I reach it, there&#39;s darkness all around again. I turn around and there&#39;s some light in the distance in another corner. I run towards it. Hoping to catch it this time around. Just ..too late. I am tired of running. But I can&#39;t stop. The moment I stop, I&#39;ll be lost in the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6877296346592756091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/6877296346592756091?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6877296346592756091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6877296346592756091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/10/uh.html' title='Uh?'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-1902033967420282884</id><published>2011-09-30T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:24:26.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hey so went sailing again the other day. This time it was a cold day and one of the crew people was missing, so I got to do a little more than last time:- I was the squirrel! Actually I was that the last time as well, but this time I did something in addition to this, but don&#39;t remember what it&#39;s called. Psch. God bless my memory!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s some of the pics to let you get a feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Glenn, the son and owner of the boat. Oh you must see their constant bickering. You might think it would&#39;ve subdued by this age. (He&#39;s about 40 and Rex&#39;s 70(?)) But no. Even now they fight like a teenagers. But it is entertaining, nonetheless :)&lt;br /&gt;
Oh and you see that open space on the very left of the screen? That&#39;s the squirrel&#39;s position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How could I not put a pic of wolfgang! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1902033967420282884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/1902033967420282884?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/1902033967420282884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/1902033967420282884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/09/sailing-pics.html' title='Sailing pics!'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--h25EowjP2g/ToO0r6aSIVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Hli4AY281Lc/s72-w458-h306-c-k/_DSC0605.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-8700116065388137950</id><published>2011-09-26T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:46:02.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes. Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It all started with a toilet seat that was left up. A toilet seat left up, In a woman&#39;s bathroom. Can only mean two things. Some guy used OUR toilet. Or there is a man among us! :O As improbable as that might sound, think about this. We&#39;ve all seen cross-dressers or transexuals at some point on a subway metro bus, haven&#39;t we? Sometimes the line is blurred. Maybe it is made up. Maybe it is not. Remember Hangover2?&lt;br /&gt;
What if god intended to make you a girl, but changed his mind later? So your heart is that of a woman but the rest is a guy!&lt;br /&gt;
You decide to take matters into your own hands. Plus, There are doctors who help with that. It&#39;s a long slow procedure but it sure is possible. You fit all the parts with customized ones. The change is gradual and there is that awkward phase where you&#39;re in no mans land. You could be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
So I start looking for potential women who fit the bill. The wolf in sheep&#39;s clothing.&lt;br /&gt;
The hero among the heroines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After some trial and errors I zeroed in one figure. Ahha! Gotcha lady(?)! So i happened to be using the restroom the same time the wolf was using it. I chithatted about the weather and stuff and waited for her to leave. (Too much snooping around, no? )Then I went back to the one she had used. And the seat cover was not up!!&lt;br /&gt;
Psssh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;And so my search for the hero continues.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course it&#39;d be easier to just change the assumption that it was the cleaning guy who had decided to use the lady&#39;s toilet while he was at it, but hey what is life worth without some futile detective work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;You can say a lot more, it&#39;s ok ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8700116065388137950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/8700116065388137950?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/8700116065388137950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/8700116065388137950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/09/sherlock-holmes-yeah.html' title='Sherlock Holmes. Yeah.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-7875470219568126041</id><published>2011-09-19T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:51:14.281-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Source Control 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It is so annoying to listen to people talk about guys. Stuff like, How big their shoulders are. Or how tall they are. Pbbth.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I mean there is so much more to think about than how they look! I switch off totally. Start making plans for next week and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Speaking of which, been trying new awesome things, with new people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I went sailing! Amazing it is. If you ever get a chance to do it, you should. But be prepared to get tanned. So if you&#39;re planning to get married soon stay away. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
Or NOT. what the heck. It&#39;s your life!&lt;br /&gt;
Ok coming back, I forgot to put sunscreen on my shoulders and you won&#39;t believe how burnt they are now. So check point #2 : Wear sunscreen everywhere! Wait a min. Check #2?&lt;br /&gt;
What was check point #1? Be prepared to get tanned even after applying sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course don&#39;t expect to be a master the first day. You&#39;ll get to hear tack, jibe a lot... If you&#39;re the inquisitive type you might wanna google about how sails masts work. You&#39;ll get a better perspective and understanding..&lt;br /&gt;
Abba I always go into weird details no? Anyway so I went out at about 10 am. And then there was no wind for the next 2 hours. And sailing is no fun with no winds. There is nothing to do. So we did the next best thing. Took off our clothes and jumped into the lake. ;) Had our own pool party with other people from other boats deciding to jump into the lake too..&lt;br /&gt;
Oh check point#3 : take hand sanitizer with you..you&#39;ll need once you swim and decide to eat. Sorry for the details again. But hey what fun is it without details?&lt;br /&gt;
Life would be so quiet without any digressing and arguing and coming to a consensus.&lt;br /&gt;
Applause for the originality! Ty Ty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok then we ate and did some sailing. Since it was my first time I was just the ballast. Meanin whenever you tack (change the direction of the boat) you need to quickly go to the other side of the boat so there is more weight on the other side..&lt;br /&gt;
We had races with other sailors. Won one came 2nd once and came last the other time. And no there were not just 2 boats smart ass..&lt;br /&gt;
All in all I liked it. Will go again next week..hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then last week I also played tennis..I think I&#39;m naturally good at sports. Its like the chips for all sports are built in.. I just have to activate them..Also realized that I find &amp;nbsp;physically active men very appealing. It is sexy when guys put all their energy to return a shot. And what better sport to find that in than tennis. Ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;
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Studying wise,&amp;nbsp;this semester is the most testing of all. Work getting more demanding plus two courses that I&#39;ve taken as a distance student so I graduate this December. Then the job search.. You think you&#39;ve reached &amp;nbsp;the stage where you are comfortable. And just when you start to get more comfortable, you are taken off guard. It&#39;s ok I guess. And then you feel good about yourself. Personality wise you are awesomer. Smile-wise you cant get any better.&lt;br /&gt;
I like to think I&#39;m not narcisstic. But reading these posts you think otherwise, no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ugh and I hate trance. It is absolute shit. You have to be a dope head or completely drunk. Not my thing at all. I went to this dj concert kinda thingy. Full bored I was. Hard earned money gone down the drain . Bryan Adams is playing soon closeby. Dont mind paying for that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7875470219568126041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/7875470219568126041?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7875470219568126041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7875470219568126041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/09/source-control-20.html' title='Source Control 2.0'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-3634908508128091581</id><published>2011-09-13T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:05:18.994-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Emosanal Atyachaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ऐसा क्यों होतो है की जो हमें चाहिए होता है कभी मिलता नहीं पर जो आँखों के सामने है, वो&amp;nbsp; चाहिए नहीं ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_Y8xTSbCJNDY1C_6zF1z9ZGQzr-DeYHTp7Er6mRjhq6Chwf_7Ja8OwNAcNISGhpNWr9CZZMddBMGrIFmhBnXxlTgLRJjhOTpS-rdVC51aUXaupxRuAqsl-K4F3C5_-9JiwcU0KJxh-8/s1600/bipolar.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_Y8xTSbCJNDY1C_6zF1z9ZGQzr-DeYHTp7Er6mRjhq6Chwf_7Ja8OwNAcNISGhpNWr9CZZMddBMGrIFmhBnXxlTgLRJjhOTpS-rdVC51aUXaupxRuAqsl-K4F3C5_-9JiwcU0KJxh-8/s1600/bipolar.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ऐसे क्यों है हम?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;किसी की हसीं देखके जलते है&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;पर&amp;nbsp; रोता हुए देख आँखें होती है नम |&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;किसी और की ज़िन्दगी मैं क्या हो रहा है ये जान्ने की बहुत इच्छा होती है क्यों&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-ये जब खुद की ज़िन्दगी रेल की पटरी से derail होने वाली होती है|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;अबे यार बहुत depression है यार||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Full-on ख़ुशी भी है और गम भी |&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;देने वाला जब भी देता, देता सब कुछ नाप के :|&lt;br /&gt;
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Over and out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3634908508128091581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/3634908508128091581?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3634908508128091581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3634908508128091581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/09/emosanal-atyachaar.html' title='Emosanal Atyachaar'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_Y8xTSbCJNDY1C_6zF1z9ZGQzr-DeYHTp7Er6mRjhq6Chwf_7Ja8OwNAcNISGhpNWr9CZZMddBMGrIFmhBnXxlTgLRJjhOTpS-rdVC51aUXaupxRuAqsl-K4F3C5_-9JiwcU0KJxh-8/s72-c/bipolar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-366915574202233414</id><published>2011-08-23T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:06:12.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;What if someday you wake up and forget how to smile?&lt;br /&gt;
What if you forget your password to unlock your laptop?&lt;br /&gt;
What if you loved taking pictures, but no longer like doing it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;
What if someday you don&#39;t know what home is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt; You see a light at the end of a tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;What if it is just the tail light of a train?&lt;br /&gt;
Then know that y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;ou are truly lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Or just have schizophrenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/366915574202233414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/366915574202233414?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/366915574202233414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/366915574202233414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-601374835429765901</id><published>2011-08-11T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:36:14.678-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tips"/><title type='text'>Birds and Bees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Ok guys, some tips on general behavior around a girl. What NOT to do if you hope to be more than an acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Asking a girl&#39;s &lt;i&gt;friend &lt;/i&gt;to set You up on a date. If you&#39;re not man enough to ask directly, why bother? Unless she&#39;s gay. Even then I doubt it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everytime you see her talking to someone, you wanna butt in. Ok, that is fine. (Not really, but you can get away with that) But what is UNPARDONABLEe is you butting in &lt;i&gt;everytime&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the same &#39;joke&#39;: &lt;i&gt;What is she troubling you with this time? &lt;/i&gt;(Or add some other sentence of your choice here)&amp;nbsp;Get new jokes dude! OR wait for her sense of humour to change.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Calling her a &lt;i&gt;dangerous snack mix&lt;/i&gt; or something on similar lines hoping that&#39;ll impress(!) her. If this works for anyone, please check, it&#39;s probably one of your guy friends with a wig having a good laugh.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do NOT compliment a girl just for the heck of it. It is immediately noticed and all your attempts from that point on will go down the drain.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Comparing her with another friend of yours (girl) Doesn&#39;t matter even if you are complimenting her. Never ever compare two girls!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do not lie. About anything.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/601374835429765901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/601374835429765901?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/601374835429765901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/601374835429765901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/08/birds-and-bees.html' title='Birds and Bees.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-7641862376996124087</id><published>2011-07-15T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:50:43.956-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Love love love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Romantic or spontaneous? Some question I&#39;d seen online, a quality you&#39;d want in your husband. I think I&#39;m spontaneous. So I wouldn&#39;t want the same thing in my husband.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand the guy who sits next to me in the office is damn romantic. I mean he&#39;s 70+ years old and calls his wife atleast thrice a day! All you guys out there take a lesson from here. He doesn&#39;t have a low voice so I can&#39;t help but hear him. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Some of things off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Hi!! I just called to say I was thinking of you&quot; Woohoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Hey sweetheart, do you want to go out for lunch with me. You decide where, we&#39;ll go to one of your favourite restaurants&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Hi. Sorry I missed your call! Called as soon as I saw that you&#39;d called. I miss you sweetheart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It amazes me to see him so much in love. I mean at this age.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t imagine my grandparents being like this. Maybe they are, but aren&#39;t very vocal about it. But once my dad becomes a granddad, I can imagine him being all that..He recently said something in front of mom&#39;s dad. Grandpa was totally shocked. :))&lt;br /&gt;
Aaj bohot romantic mood mein ho kya baat hai.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is true.&lt;br /&gt;
Love makes the world go round! :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7641862376996124087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/7641862376996124087?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7641862376996124087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7641862376996124087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love!!!'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-7985597304788597664</id><published>2011-07-14T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:38:18.643-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me"/><title type='text'>Warm fuzz</title><content type='html'>Somehow I landed on a blog. A dad blogging about his daughter. Everything about her. Like the tiniest possible detail. Made me relive all of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;How happy he must&#39;ve felt when I was born. &quot;&#39;Kiti kautuk ticha&#39;&quot; How proud he must&#39;ve been watching me learn to ride a cycle. Learn how to read. To swim. To study on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/HtfTSvYt4A8?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow looking at all of dad&#39;s love, I also noticed the Mom always get sidelined. But then she&#39;s there somewhere in the background. These roles are probably reversed if you are a guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing both of them. Like, a lot :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok gonna call dad now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and out.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7985597304788597664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/7985597304788597664?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7985597304788597664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7985597304788597664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/07/warm-fuzz.html' title='Warm fuzz'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-6348588781517741060</id><published>2011-06-23T00:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:00:11.381-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me"/><title type='text'>Me and Theories. More me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Over the years. Things change. You change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;You sort of take the best things from around the people you know to become who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Sometimes you pick up the wrong things. But someone else will come along and correct those things (hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;OMG, How I met your mother is getting to me! Those lines sound like what Ted would say right? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;But hey it&#39;s original haan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;So here are some of my quirks, lessons learnt, things that I picked up:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;1. I&#39;ve begun reading books right from the foreword. Even textbooks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;2. I have to drink a glass of water after I brush my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://reasonswhyihategirls.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/zooey-deschanel2.jpg?w=233&amp;amp;h=300&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://reasonswhyihategirls.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/zooey-deschanel2.jpg?w=233&amp;amp;h=300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I don&#39;t believe what people close to me are saying unless I get a proof from someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Got that from Dad. Pisses Mom a lot of times. Even I get pissed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But, now, I do the same thing! :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;4. I tend to talk and be nice to people who aren&#39;t that close to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But, My family, my room-mates: I get pissed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Reversing that. Surely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;5. I want to travel the world. But, not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;6. I love watching movies on HBO. Entertaining. Insightful. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Missing that now :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;7. If the reasons are compelling enough, anybody can be anybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Miss Poet&quot; talking :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;8. I think I let people take advantage of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My premise: Everybody is good, unless proven to be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But, over the years again, it has changed to:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Everybody is bad, unless they keep proving they&#39;re good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;9. I like being goofy. It&#39;s sad when people think that is all there is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Shows they don&#39;t know me. Hence, I&#39;m not supposed to feel bad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But, I STILL feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Which gets me to the point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;10. I am super-sensitive. I cry. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For silly things. Can&#39;t stop. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;That rhymes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;11. I have a theory: People are born with/over the years develop a basic underlying emotion. That is the emotion they go to by default, when they don&#39;t know how to react.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;When caught in headlights, the deer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Jokes/Cries/Gets angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;My friend got mad at her bf, when he fell sick (How is it his fault that he fell sick?) But then, that is her underlying emotion: Getting angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Another one got yelled at by a random book-seller at a stall: She started crying. That is her underlying basic emotion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Another...etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Think about it. Do you know what your underlying emotion is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6348588781517741060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/6348588781517741060?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6348588781517741060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6348588781517741060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-and-theories-more-me.html' title='Me and Theories. More me.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-2501873823447000021</id><published>2011-06-22T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:49:10.320-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me"/><title type='text'>Something&#39;s fishy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&quot;Step out in style&quot; - is my dad&#39;s mantra. To an extent I think his daughters have got a pretty good hang of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes the circumstances are not in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;
You have oil in your hair, the water hasn&#39;t heated up yet and exactly then your dog runs out of the house. And the roles reverse. YOU have to chase it.&lt;br /&gt;
Or something close to it.&lt;br /&gt;
So I like smelling good. Another trait inherited from Dad. And I totally hate it when I/my_clothes smell. No not the human sweaty smelly thingy. HERE, in the US of A, the ventilation sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
When I first got here, I remember feeling claustrophobic. No windows! AC on all the time, so everything has to be shut. But you get used to it. But the problem arises, for me atleast, when we cook.&lt;br /&gt;
The typical Indian food, with all the spices. You don&#39;t open the door and your house/clothes left outside- everything would smell of the spices. Don&#39;t get me wrong. I love Indian food.&amp;nbsp;I love the aroma.&amp;nbsp;I love the spices.. But not if it looks like my clothes have been washed in it.&lt;br /&gt;
I am extremely particular about keeping the door open and pissing off all my room-mates whenever I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;
So in this new apartment, I did the same. Opened the door. Cooking, oblivious to the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime we cooked, we would hear a door suddenly slamming shut. Then finally one day we were asked to close our door when we cook. This time, the neighbors had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;
But, I cheated. I kept the door slightly open. Didn&#39;t realize how frustrated my neighbours really were. Somebody actually came and closed the door shut from outside. :))&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it is annoying I guess. When people cook seafood, the whole floor stinks! You can smell it as soon as you step out of the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;
But then again, what is the other option? I dont want the house to smell. (Read: my clothes) An open window doesn&#39;t help that much.&lt;br /&gt;
Reiterating, why is the ventilation so bad! Stooopid ACs.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/2501873823447000021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/2501873823447000021?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/2501873823447000021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/2501873823447000021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/06/somethings-fishy.html' title='Something&#39;s fishy.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgf4OgCnTdN9ugwldvDlCNWTKvO11CYumd5Umgs-mpo6CBxMyiniawXWJw-PBk9FAYPN_uK-Ogj7FJuCyeO50erx9_hllKd92ZwNiImso_p-Xt_P8mYrWy0PwtwLOLWbS5rDTSCDUdAqs/s72-c/Sushii.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-3717318638591311363</id><published>2011-06-11T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:50:03.361-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Mythological past Modernistic future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Interesting read:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/madhuribanerjee/2956/62470/the-5-guys-every-woman-should-have.html&quot;&gt;http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/madhuribanerjee/2956/62470/the-5-guys-every-woman-should-have.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Read and come back here to discuss with me.&lt;br /&gt;
Ok first the title: 5 guys every women &#39;should&#39; have is a bit too much. I don&#39;t think the categories of the bad guy or the love buddy need to be in there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also think you can&#39;t really put one person in just one category. There could be an overlap of traits, after all, humans are complicated. Your best friend could smoke or be the bad guy, vice-versa. The one person who fits all the categories would be your husband. More than the habits/ thoughts it&#39;s how well you gel with him.&lt;br /&gt;
Who cares what has happened in the past. Everyone has a past. But if you want that to ruin your future, then even God can&#39;t help you.&lt;br /&gt;
Going by the comments on that page, half of them are scandalized about dragging Draupadi into this. To them: Go read/ watch the series again. Actually read. Because a video edits out a lot of details from a book.&lt;br /&gt;
You cannot compare everything to the scriptures. Back then, there was no government. There were kingdoms. And different rules. People thought differently. When someone gave a word to someone else, it was final. Draupadi wanted Bheem to go kill someone just because he didn&#39;t keep his word. Would that happen now? Are men like that?&lt;br /&gt;
When the men have changed, so have the women.&lt;br /&gt;
Did women work anywhere other than being maids or courtesans or cooks back then? Didn&#39;t the men enjoy more than women and treat them as objects?&lt;br /&gt;
Now we have women working and running the household. some cases even supporting the out-of-a-job husband. The household dynamics have changed. There is a shift in power. The man is no longer the &#39;man&#39; of the house. Roles change. So do the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;
But still there are men out there who want to treat women like they are objects. Wake up! Give her the respect she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then there are others on that page, who are offended just to think that their wife would have been with a guy before. Hypocrites who would have desperately wanted/tried to get a gf in college, but couldn&#39;t get one. And now can&#39;t accept it that she would have been with someone. To all of them, may you get a wife who will lie to you about everything, just to keep you happy. Who will fulfill every whim and fancy, and keep you &#39;happy&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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People don&#39;t know from the beginning if a relationship will work or not. You keep going until you/other person feel that you cannot marry this person.&lt;br /&gt;
And then there is the fresh new start. It&#39;s not that a girl/boy would have wanted to have a past. It&#39;s just that he/she does. Accept it. Don&#39;t let that ruin your married life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does the writing seem too feminist? I&#39;d love to know what you think about this.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3717318638591311363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/3717318638591311363?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3717318638591311363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3717318638591311363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/06/mythological-past-modernistic-future.html' title='Mythological past Modernistic future.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-1869167344000180173</id><published>2011-06-02T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:19:02.547-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><title type='text'>Feelings are universal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Animals are lovely! It&#39;s amazing to see them exhibit all the usual feelings a human has. Sometimes maybe more human than humans themselves. Think of all the cold people you know of. To get what I&#39;m talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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My dog is a part of the family. She loves us like we love her. We scold her she feels bad and goes and sits in a corner of the house feeling all dejected. You can see those expressions on her face!&lt;br /&gt;
We praise her and she&#39;s all happy and excited and tries to please us more and keep us happy.&lt;br /&gt;
She always wants to be in the middle of things. If someone is on the phone and in the house, she starts barking. Why aren&#39;t you talking to me?! Why are you giving that small object more importance than me? :)&lt;br /&gt;
So human-like. So lovely.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t talk to someone, it&#39;s a normal day for you. But when you talk, you&#39;re happy for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Not many people can make you feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Watch this video, it&#39;ll make you happy for sure. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever it is, everybody is after something.&lt;br /&gt;
But in that pursuit of theirs, they&#39;re trying to put everyone else down. Why I ask?&amp;nbsp;Why are people the way they are?&lt;br /&gt;
So what if you don&#39;t know something? Accept you don&#39;t know it. If the other person is mature enough, he will understand that you haven&#39;t done it before and would help you learn.&lt;br /&gt;
But if the person is one of those countless others who once you tell them you don&#39;t know something, will belittle you at every possible occasion just because he &#39;knows&#39;: that&#39;s when people act like they know it, even when they don&#39;t..&lt;br /&gt;
Actually it&#39;s not even about maturity. Coz even old uncles who are supposed to guide and support you put you down! So, it&#39;n not even about age or maturity..Some superiority complex I guess. Everybody wants to be called a stud. Doesn&#39;t matter if they themselves have gained knowledge some 5 mins back from someone else, in front of others, they portray themselves to be know-it-alls.&lt;br /&gt;
To avoid that feeling of being put down.&lt;br /&gt;
But children, Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;
Arey how can everyone know everything bhai? What faaltuness.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least they&#39;re being honest. At least they&#39;re trying to learn. At least they tried.&lt;br /&gt;
So this one time my friend invited us over to her house for lunch since her parents weren&#39;t home. She had made food for a big group (about 10 people) so salt/mirchi is bound to be off by a bit. But hey, atleast she tried.&lt;br /&gt;
Then, this guy started making fun of her. Why did you try to cook? Why did you even try making things when you couldn&#39;t? Paapa. Atleast she cooked. Atleast she invited You!&lt;br /&gt;
Boys are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;
People are mean!&lt;br /&gt;
And I am a saint.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3330935039084866831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/3330935039084866831?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3330935039084866831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3330935039084866831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-world.html' title='A perfect world.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-6571736630952790410</id><published>2011-05-30T15:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:20:49.094-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Aam Dosti: Fun intended ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;So my friends and I did some online brainstorming and came up with this song!&lt;br /&gt;
All we need to do now is compose it. Will be out with a sound track soon. So till then, Enjoy the lyrics and wait for the song! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Inn panchiyo sang hum udey hawa mein&lt;br /&gt;
Chaley kahi us duur jahan mein&lt;br /&gt;
Hain jaha dost hamare&lt;br /&gt;
Udd chaley hum us disha mein&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chaahe hawa ho hamare against&lt;br /&gt;
Udd te rahe usi disha mein&lt;br /&gt;
Jaha ho mere dost&lt;br /&gt;
Vahi rehna hai mujhe the most&lt;br /&gt;
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Jahaa din ho laughter se bhara&lt;br /&gt;
Vaha khana rahega sada&lt;br /&gt;
Hai vo jagah vahi&lt;br /&gt;
Dost hai mere jaha sabhi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gaana bajaate rahenge is tarah&lt;br /&gt;
Jam karte jagah ko kardenge tabah&lt;br /&gt;
D scale bajayenge milke sabhi.&lt;br /&gt;
Is lamhe ko kaid karle yahi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Naachte gaate hojaye shaam&lt;br /&gt;
40rs mein 2 kg aam&lt;br /&gt;
Jab mil baithe teen yaar&lt;br /&gt;
Hum tum aur mango- the aam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye pal na aayega kabhi&lt;br /&gt;
Jeelo ismein zindagi sabhi&lt;br /&gt;
Aise hi ise na khone do&lt;br /&gt;
Iss pal ko gale laga lo&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: Love our times together! :)&lt;br /&gt;
Sup Vj and me!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6571736630952790410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/6571736630952790410?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6571736630952790410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6571736630952790410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-and-dance.html' title='Aam Dosti: Fun intended ;)'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-742865394092983120</id><published>2011-05-27T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:21:14.419-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion"/><title type='text'>Lessons for my kids :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Noticed how the past couple of blog entries have a complaining tone to it!&lt;br /&gt;
We shall talk about something happy today. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Like how some of the best things in life happen unexpectedly. Like how your personality has a lot to do with what happens around you as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;
Mom hates &quot;socializing&quot;. You know going out or inviting people over to &#39;hang out&#39;. But Dad&#39;s quite the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;
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And..&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m their kid.&lt;br /&gt;
What do I like?&lt;br /&gt;
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So, unexpectedly, we went to mom&#39;s colleague&#39;s place one day. And somehow I often remember that day. I mean little things that happen everyday, remind me of that visit.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t remember the colleague&#39;s name: so we shall address him as Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;
Uncle had a huge dog. In an apartment. I was scared of dogs before that day.&lt;br /&gt;
But that dog was obedient and friendly and all that a dog can be. That&#39;s the first memory I have of me starting to love dogs.&lt;br /&gt;
Uncle introduced me to Origami. I enjoyed learning it. It kept me occupied that day and several days after that. Kept my friends busy too..&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow whenever I&#39;ve made that paper ball again, it made me proud that I learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;
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Uncle also gave me this book of Hymns. I never used it. It just lay there in my cupboard. One day one of my relatives sees it and throws it out. &quot;Why do you have a book on Christianity at home?&quot; :O&lt;br /&gt;
Go be happy in your own religious world if that is what keeps you happy. Don&#39;t drag me into it!&lt;br /&gt;
I mean my parents never force me to follow things that I don&#39;t believe in. Although they believe in it. I think we have that freedom of doing things that feel right to us. And this outsider acted like he has a say in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
Why is everyone always &amp;nbsp;trying to recruit you onto their side?&lt;br /&gt;
As of today, I am in no man&#39;s land.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d like to teach my kids these things. Although I do understand that these things cannot be &#39;taught&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TpjuBJRmJ9mN0wSIbPOaeuqNXnmSuhoWUbDZ32gktc6ILDV8ZSoNtKeEdLIHDpIUNvOVVx5Re8LcH1JBEgOiW-OCWuyuENQSPX2YzGwNhtCyq-yuFWmPqQu6hguvqBu8jwfyPI9l2Gc/s1600/DSC00108.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TpjuBJRmJ9mN0wSIbPOaeuqNXnmSuhoWUbDZ32gktc6ILDV8ZSoNtKeEdLIHDpIUNvOVVx5Re8LcH1JBEgOiW-OCWuyuENQSPX2YzGwNhtCyq-yuFWmPqQu6hguvqBu8jwfyPI9l2Gc/s320/DSC00108.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Learnt how to make a bird today so I can pass on the joy of learning Origami to my kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The bird would&#39;ve looked nicer in colored paper I think. There&#39;s no &quot;Assam tea uncle&#39;s&quot; shop here that I can run and get something from. (There was a shop beside our house that sold arts and crafts and tea and everything in between. ;) Never thought I&#39;d remember THAT of all things.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/742865394092983120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/742865394092983120?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/742865394092983120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/742865394092983120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/lessons-for-my-kids.html' title='Lessons for my kids :))'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TpjuBJRmJ9mN0wSIbPOaeuqNXnmSuhoWUbDZ32gktc6ILDV8ZSoNtKeEdLIHDpIUNvOVVx5Re8LcH1JBEgOiW-OCWuyuENQSPX2YzGwNhtCyq-yuFWmPqQu6hguvqBu8jwfyPI9l2Gc/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-7204268348838301949</id><published>2011-05-23T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:47:55.405-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I love animals. Especially dogs! To death. I know fore sure I will have atleast one dog in our house if not more..&lt;br /&gt;
Also, the size doesn&#39;t matter. (Pun unintended)&lt;br /&gt;
Little puppies are adorable. I mean who in the world hates puppies? Actually I do know someone who hates &quot;puppies&quot;, but then I think she&#39;s just trying to &quot;be different&quot;. Bleh. Things people do to get attention!&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, so this was about dogs!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEja-tkTFdwJDxewzerHrPBiDZogbwpzzKGAtVEQgIR98k6K_mnZPSO5H9KvaS71EN_tzZs0biWx0cqVfNZhtHZrZmBgkn4o8OYZ7ERvb3SJfYV-ipVvvWUdF-8XT-bP0jdEswGydx2n4/s1600/DSC00019.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEja-tkTFdwJDxewzerHrPBiDZogbwpzzKGAtVEQgIR98k6K_mnZPSO5H9KvaS71EN_tzZs0biWx0cqVfNZhtHZrZmBgkn4o8OYZ7ERvb3SJfYV-ipVvvWUdF-8XT-bP0jdEswGydx2n4/s400/DSC00019.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime I passed this house beside ours, I had to stop by and play with their dog..They usually tied him out for an hour everyday and he would sit around in the yard waiting for people to stop by. I made it a point to play with him everyday,&amp;nbsp;even if it meant taking a longer route! My day would turn infinitely brighter. :)&amp;nbsp;I forget his name now though. Gah, have to do something about my memory!&lt;br /&gt;
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These dogs below look kinda scary on first sight, but they were so friendly! Don&#39;t know how they take care of not one, but two such huge dogs! Taking care of such dogs can be quite a task. The amount of food, the amount of exercise, all becomes extremely important. Point in case is our dog back home. We didnt take her for walks regularly and now she&#39;s enormous! But that doesn&#39;t stop us from loving her as much as we do. My sis is trying to correct that now- taking her for regular walks and all..But then she was also pregnant sometime back. So we shall not be too harsh on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Darlings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This is my tired, fat but adorable lovey-dove :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How I miss you!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And her kids: :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Labrador Pups&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On the same lines (not really) please avoid travelling in horse-drawn carriages!&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s like making a baby give you a piggy-ride.&amp;nbsp;It is painful to watch them :(&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean after so many modes of transportation available, why do you have to travel by a horse-cart? Buy a car, take a bus. Ride a bicycle or just walk! Spare the animals please!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7204268348838301949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/7204268348838301949?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7204268348838301949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/7204268348838301949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEja-tkTFdwJDxewzerHrPBiDZogbwpzzKGAtVEQgIR98k6K_mnZPSO5H9KvaS71EN_tzZs0biWx0cqVfNZhtHZrZmBgkn4o8OYZ7ERvb3SJfYV-ipVvvWUdF-8XT-bP0jdEswGydx2n4/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-3667095058388428896</id><published>2011-05-21T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:39:15.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;How much is too much? How much is too close? When do you decide that &quot;that&quot; crossed the line? Somebody else cannot draw that line for you. You have to draw your own lines. Don&#39;t allow anybody inside that square box. The minute you do that, you are gone. They will walk all over you. Stamp your face and leave like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;
The fact that you let them into your space means that they mean something to you. But notice how, every single time that happens, you are unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;
Some incident, started off this chain of thought. I am not going to mention it, but I empathize with her.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate being dependent on someone else. For anything. It makes me feel weak. I don&#39;t want any favors from anybody. Not even my friends. Because everyone expects something in return. Nobody is or can be that good to be good to you without expecting anything.&lt;br /&gt;
Parents always are saying these kinds of things right? Trying to protect you. But you never want that protection. &quot;I know my friends. I know they&#39;re not bad. Don&#39;t tell me who to hang out with or not.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe we should all just shut up, stop thinking and listen to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;
You can never get enough of what you don&#39;t really need!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3667095058388428896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/3667095058388428896?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3667095058388428896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3667095058388428896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/gibberish-not-really.html' title='Something.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-1295311151112504845</id><published>2011-05-13T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:09:30.419-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><title type='text'>School time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I had an opportunity to teach a few KG kids at a local school here. It was voluntary and we had to make them aware about our culture. There&#39;s enough that kids here know about Mexico and China in a way but nothing very distinctive about India. So my partner and I made a presentation and showed them what an Indian flag looks like, our national bird, the festivals food etc.&lt;br /&gt;
My partner started presenting it like it were a bunch of serious professors and it was his thesis he was defending. &quot;So today i will be talking about india. India is a vast country blah blah&quot;.I was like dude. They&#39;re in KG!&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s when I took over. I thought I&#39;d suck at teaching. I mean, I&#39;m sure all of us as kids would have started off thinking, One day I&#39;ll be a teacher! Well, most of the girls think so anyway. But later those dreams turn into something more...lucrative? Here was a chance to live that dream.. I tried to make it more interactive. Making them try to pinpoint India on the map.&lt;br /&gt;
Or Asking them to identifythe colors in our flag, count the spokes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sure you&#39;ve heard before, &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #643800; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 32px;&quot;&gt;Tell me and I will forget. Show me and I will remember. Teach me and I will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&quot; You have to involve them for them to learn something. It was very satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kids here are very vocal about their thoughts and what they feel. Not that I remember how all of us were in KG but I probably was the quiet shy kid who answered only when asked a question to.&lt;br /&gt;
So when I entered the class, this girl comes and hugs me, gives me a kiss as soon as I enter. :)says she loves my outfit- things you&#39;d expect an adult to say or do.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Everyone was so enthusiastic!&lt;br /&gt;
Who can tell me what each color of the flag signifies?? Me! Me!&lt;br /&gt;
Who can tell me what our national bird is!&lt;br /&gt;
And some of them are so smart! They catch on to each word of yours and remember all of it.&lt;br /&gt;
Made me realize teachers play such an important part in our lives. A teacher can actually mould and shape a students future if &amp;nbsp;he wished to.&lt;br /&gt;
I felt good that I made a small difference in the way they see the world that day..&lt;br /&gt;
When asked a question, a kid raises her hand before I finish. I was thinking wow, now that&#39;s a smart kid. When asked to answer he goes, Can I use the toilet? :)) wasn&#39;t expecting that!&lt;br /&gt;
And then, remember how when we make too much noise, we were asked to &quot;put a finger on your lips&quot;, here they ask you to put a bubble in your mouth. Basically puff up your cheeks like your mouth is full.&lt;br /&gt;
:) I really liked their classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizH9kLVxYsMTjF-IyGIflpmks7iPfY_TJgM6BUkS2HUKrXLBEk-IJVWmJElOFR4U9xCX9w6aLe_OxlbDnAsbFDnip3tnNoYMfbwchvN8BbcBoG7Gj5imWNXe5_1HZ52sztoCKBoiCHG8/s1600/DSC00012.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizH9kLVxYsMTjF-IyGIflpmks7iPfY_TJgM6BUkS2HUKrXLBEk-IJVWmJElOFR4U9xCX9w6aLe_OxlbDnAsbFDnip3tnNoYMfbwchvN8BbcBoG7Gj5imWNXe5_1HZ52sztoCKBoiCHG8/s320/DSC00012.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;It was so colorful. Had maps of the world. Had all kinds of musical instruments. Had a computer. A projector. You name it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Learning is made very interactive. They had a fireman come over and show them how they douse off fire. To show them what a fireman&#39;s job is like. To get a feel of the pressure of the water and things like that.. Here&#39;s a picture of them......... ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every week new people from different walks of life are brought in.. Nice, right? I sometimes wish I&#39;d studied here. Maybe not school but engineering atleast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;Would have learnt so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;PS: I&#39;d written out this post 2 days back, even put it on my blog, but now I see that it&#39;s gone! :O How can that happen? I know I published it. I know I had it. But it was gone. I though I&#39;d written the other one better. :-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1295311151112504845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/1295311151112504845?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/1295311151112504845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/1295311151112504845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-time.html' title='School time.'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizH9kLVxYsMTjF-IyGIflpmks7iPfY_TJgM6BUkS2HUKrXLBEk-IJVWmJElOFR4U9xCX9w6aLe_OxlbDnAsbFDnip3tnNoYMfbwchvN8BbcBoG7Gj5imWNXe5_1HZ52sztoCKBoiCHG8/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-3928298475689512098</id><published>2011-05-10T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:13:36.298-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><title type='text'>Elevators!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Living in a building with 30 floors has its perks. You should see the view from our window: It is beautiful. Of course there is a flip side to everything. In this case, it&#39;s the never ending elevator rides. Yappa! I dread those rides: especially when there are just two strangers in it and one of them doesn&#39;t really want to be a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this one time, this African guy and I get into the lift to get to the lobby. 23 floors. Plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;
He (grunts):&amp;nbsp;Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: India.&lt;br /&gt;
(19 floors to go)&lt;br /&gt;
He (the grunt again): Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: :-? :-O (Thinking: Where did that come from? Really? Is that the first thing you ask? Wow. Desperate. Damn. 15 more floors to go!) Yeah. (Only an idiot would have said No)&lt;br /&gt;
He:(still grunting) How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Two years. (Two sounds stable. Kinda safe.)&lt;br /&gt;
(11 floors)&lt;br /&gt;
He (you know how he talks by now): Do you live alone in the apartment? (He&#39;s seen where I stay)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: No. I live with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;
6 floors..&lt;br /&gt;
He: You&#39;re beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: .... Tried to smile.&lt;br /&gt;
Awkward silence..&lt;br /&gt;
And finally,&lt;br /&gt;
after what felt like ages,&lt;br /&gt;
THE LOBBY!! Freeeedom!&lt;br /&gt;
(Thankfully I haven&#39;t seen him again, yet. But he knows where I stay :-/)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another day another scene.&lt;br /&gt;
Coming up from the lobby. Already five people inside. Didn&#39;t want to wait for another lift. So I squeeze in. Keep staring at the closed lift door.&lt;br /&gt;
Then out of nowhere this guy with a golden tooth waves his hands in front of me trying to catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;
He: &quot;Hi&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: :)&lt;br /&gt;
He: Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: (Wha?) No.&lt;br /&gt;
His friend (to him): Maybe she is, but just not for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Loud guffaws follow.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s when I realize they&#39;re drunk. At 4 in the evening. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
Floor 14.&lt;br /&gt;
He: You are not married yet, right?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: No. (I&#39;m thinking, &quot;What the.....Asshole. How dare he&quot; I want to say it. But I don&#39;t. It&#39;s never a good idea to abuse drunk people) Still staring intently at the lift door.&lt;br /&gt;
All but one get off 2 floors before I do.&lt;br /&gt;
And the other guy in the lift goes:&lt;br /&gt;
That must have been embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Yeeeeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;
He: &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s a difference between being forward and over-forward.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m like &quot;I know right! Assholes were all drunk!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He: I don&#39;t know. But sure felt awkward in here.&lt;br /&gt;
He gets off.&lt;br /&gt;
And I finally am Home! Sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scene three:&lt;br /&gt;
He: Hi where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: India.&lt;br /&gt;
He: Isn&#39;t that in West Africa?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: .............&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what my worst nightmare is? Getting stuck in the elevator! And the damn phones don&#39;t work either!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3928298475689512098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/3928298475689512098?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3928298475689512098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/3928298475689512098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/elevators.html' title='Elevators!'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913515533941334419.post-6662526076033622895</id><published>2011-05-09T19:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:26:54.409-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Kaash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Tried writing in Hindi for the first time. Please bear with the grammar and correct me if I&#39;m wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश&amp;nbsp;ये&amp;nbsp;वो&amp;nbsp; दिन&amp;nbsp; होता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;जब&amp;nbsp; तुम&amp;nbsp; मेरे&amp;nbsp; साथ&amp;nbsp; थे&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;जब &amp;nbsp;आँख&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;खुलती&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;और&amp;nbsp; तुम &amp;nbsp;नज़र&amp;nbsp; आते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश&amp;nbsp; ये &amp;nbsp; वो &amp;nbsp;दिन&amp;nbsp; होता&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;जिस&amp;nbsp; दिन &amp;nbsp;तुम &amp;nbsp;मुझसे&amp;nbsp; झगडे&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;थोड़ी&amp;nbsp; बातें&amp;nbsp; और&amp;nbsp; करते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;और problem सुलझाते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश &amp;nbsp;ये &amp;nbsp;वो &amp;nbsp;दिन &amp;nbsp;होता&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;जब &amp;nbsp;तुमने&amp;nbsp; मुझसे &amp;nbsp;प्यार&amp;nbsp; जताया&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;और &amp;nbsp;दिन &amp;nbsp;से&amp;nbsp; रात&amp;nbsp; कब&amp;nbsp; हुई&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;पता&amp;nbsp; भी&amp;nbsp; न&amp;nbsp; चला&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश &amp;nbsp;ये &amp;nbsp;वो &amp;nbsp;दिन &amp;nbsp;होता&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;जब &amp;nbsp;बात&amp;nbsp; करते &amp;nbsp;करते &amp;nbsp;नींद&amp;nbsp; लग&amp;nbsp; जाती&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;आज&amp;nbsp; कल&amp;nbsp; रोये&amp;nbsp; बिना&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;नींद&amp;nbsp; नहीं&amp;nbsp; आती&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश &amp;nbsp;ये &amp;nbsp;एक&amp;nbsp; C program होता .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;रोज़&amp;nbsp; उसे &amp;nbsp;normal mode&amp;nbsp; में&amp;nbsp; run करते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;और &amp;nbsp;जब&amp;nbsp; कुछ &amp;nbsp;अंचाहा हुआ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Debug mode में &amp;nbsp;run करते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश &amp;nbsp;तुमसे&amp;nbsp; प्यार &amp;nbsp;न&amp;nbsp; हुआ &amp;nbsp;होता&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;किसी&amp;nbsp; और &amp;nbsp;से &amp;nbsp;प्यार &amp;nbsp;करने&amp;nbsp; की&amp;nbsp; चाहत&amp;nbsp; तो &amp;nbsp;रहती&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;काश &amp;nbsp;हम&amp;nbsp; एक &amp;nbsp;दुसरे&amp;nbsp; को&amp;nbsp; ठीक&amp;nbsp; से &amp;nbsp;समझ&amp;nbsp; पाते&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;हमारी&amp;nbsp; कहानी&amp;nbsp; यूँ&amp;nbsp; अधूरी&amp;nbsp; न &amp;nbsp;रह जाती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6662526076033622895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8913515533941334419/6662526076033622895?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6662526076033622895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913515533941334419/posts/default/6662526076033622895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dope-talk.blogspot.com/2011/05/kaash.html' title='Kaash'/><author><name>Ashwini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563940009045590401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUoBd2gbHmMcLG7xaKGJE7Wp_debAad4gJkSfmvL1yEJC2imci0VN_x7PuN_u32uieLsjcLEr2kSYYIXRmCS2S9opyX7S_jQehIOrLAWvMFd4fPS0l2BVyTOVaY99_cQ/s220/IMG_1671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>