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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGSHk_eSp7ImA9WhRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166513346883353742</id><updated>2012-02-12T09:28:49.741-08:00</updated><category term="mind" /><category term="tour" /><category term="movies" /><category term="books" /><category term="change" /><category term="relation" /><category term="love life" /><category term="photos" /><category term="memories." /><category term="academics" /><category term="vaccation" /><category term="best buddies" /><category term="social networking sites." /><category term="social networking sites" /><category term="get together" /><category term="family" /><category term="new year" /><category term="anger" /><category term="btech life" /><category term="frustration" /><category term="western music" /><category term="driving" /><category term="rainy day" /><category term="car" /><category term="agog" /><category term="friends" /><category term="hang out" /><category term="reading" /><category term="kodaikanal" /><category term="Xmas" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="exams" /><category term="crush" /><category term="studies" /><category term="college" /><category term="party" /><category term="atheism" /><category term="study leave.university exam" /><category term="philosophy" /><category term="school" /><category term="interesting facts" /><category term="semester" /><category term="life" /><category term="movie" /><category term="friendship" /><category term="desp" /><category term="quotes" /><category term="coffee" /><category term="fun" /><category term="love" /><category term="ambrosia" /><title>cynosure</title><subtitle type="html">a journey through the labrynths of ma life...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sruthi5jc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sruthi5jc.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>sruthi jayachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993565487820553330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3oaCjtTEgo/TqVpD2E2P7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/lPXEmEOXagA/s220/004.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZkYR" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/zkyr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UARH8-cCp7ImA9WhRSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166513346883353742.post-4474933045729237019</id><published>2011-11-16T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T05:14:05.158-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T05:14:05.158-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><title>A 13 yr old buggy's story!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"&gt;"Accept me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;
Love me as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;
Then you will finally see&lt;br /&gt;
How strong my love can be..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"&gt;Love is not an easy thing; it is not just an emotional urge; but an attempt to move over and sit in the other person’s place and see how his problems look to him.Or,to LOVE someone or to be LOVED by someone is pretty easier when compared to the two-way LOVE. -some experienced persons say like this.Today,I understand how true are these words.According to my perspective, love is actually a maze.With lotta crappy and twisted &amp;nbsp;paths.Ofcourse, you have to suffer and sacrifice to reach its far end.Like everyone,I too got a chance to experience.unlike other love relations,the unique thing in this relation were the persons themselves.Truly speaking ,only I have a bloody beating heart.The other too have one..yea! a beating one.but you know..eh..its kinda mechanical.Don't confuse yourself...huh..its nothing but simply a MARUTI 800's engine.:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"&gt;I just fell in love with my13&amp;nbsp;yr old maruti 800 last week.during my trip to EKM.CARs are good.They are very to sit,enjoy,travel,...and bla bla.But when my dad asks me to drive it,I will get blued,Every&amp;nbsp;time I feel like a new student.It always puts me in confusion.clutch,break,accelerator,gear,steering,..huh! oh god! what not inside that red metal box?? crap! After that,&amp;nbsp;I have great respect for the one who knows driving.That was the first time when I thanked GOD for creating me as a female.And one more condition up in my wishlist-DRIVING.i thought.." dad studied driving at the age of 4o.aunt studied this at the age of 35. And all of them drives &amp;nbsp;pretty well.so why can't I?".After a week's thought,I made my mind for that.The time came.I had applied for CAT exam and the center was at kochi.So dad and me decided to go there by our car.after covering one-third of the journey,he asked me to drive.My heart was beating at a faster rate.neways,I din show it in my face.For some 15 mnts it was rather tough.But after that i started enjoying it.yeah! i was seriously falling in love with my 800.I touched 80 on the way from cherthala to vytilla.I was overwhelmed with my driving.I kissed the steering and it happily accepted my proposal by blinking its whitish eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-4474933045729237019?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hey guys,no and no! i'm not gonna deal with any magazine articles as for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This word "BREW" seems quite interesting for me.A rainy day, a girl sitting near the window with a cup off coffee,reading the news paper will be a perfect image for this.You 'll see a lot more,if you peep into this word.A cup o'coffee will be perfect for&amp;nbsp;reminiscing as well as future planning.:D.And the thing is you are free to choose where your mind should wander,with out going along with the wind.A cup of coffee and some particular places always tend my soul to wander in a particular direction.And that will decide how your day 'll end.I seriously enjoy a sip of coffee along which retrospecting,&amp;nbsp;reminiscing and future planning.i might say,planning is the only spark which drives me.More than a verve,i get personal satisfaction through this.all most all o'you 'll be coffee lovers.i don't understand why the tea can't create such a magical bound! You will be having&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;one story about the coffee-day.no? yea,it describes affection,trust,happiness,sorrow and everything.And guys,do think why the tea is not able to create such a zest? Think,think and think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-7286528367414499950?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0AyrG4E9WQ/Tq6Wx2-LWjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EzYdHeGfkAo/s1600/love-words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0AyrG4E9WQ/Tq6Wx2-LWjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EzYdHeGfkAo/s320/love-words.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
here goes the story...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It was a rainy night.she curled up in her cozy bed with some romantic memories.The day for which she eagerly waited was nearing.After one year's relationship and 2 year's break up,they were gonna &amp;nbsp;meet the very next day.She was really good looking and a sort of chummy girl.And the boy was a presentable one who had lots of love in his heart for her.The very next day,they met, went for a drive.She didn't have any intention of falling into love with him again and deep in the mind she formulated her decisions that it will be their last meeting.But things changed during the drive.They kissed and hugged each other.The friendly drive turned into a romantic one.May be because of their true love or getting convinced by his words,she made up her mind to fall back into the relationship again.Both of them wished if they could spend some more time with each other...the drive ended!She came back to her home.There she saw her parents waiting for her only.She wasn't able to look into their eyes.The guilty&amp;nbsp;consciousness&amp;nbsp;messed up her mind.Some how she convinced them saying like she went to meet one of her friends only.They didn't say anything.she strolled away.Her mind was totally messed up.she didn't know what to choose between.She was only sure about her father's love and intimacy.She slept for a while.Saw many terrible nightmares and woke up suddenly.The very next moment,she&amp;nbsp;dialed his number in her mobile.She said to him "I wish to stop &amp;nbsp;it here".For a moment no one broke the silence.neither he nor she.She very well knew that he loved him more than anything.But the love for her father or because of the reason that she knew very well that how its gonna end,made her to stick on to the decision.After a minutes silence he said in his trembling voice "hm..okay...we'll stop it here....only coz..i love u that much.".Tears rolled down from her eyes..but she hide it from him...and pressed the red button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-3878048654919952795?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;dl _mce_style="width: 200px;" class="wp-caption alignright" id="attachment_104" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt"&gt;&lt;a _mce_href="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/images-61.jpg" href="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/images-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/images-61.jpg" alt="do soul exist?" class="size-full wp-image-104" height="265" src="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/images-61.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="images (6)" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Do soul exist?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when you find the&amp;nbsp;B tech life is utter boring with a lots of toughest papers especially EC papers(it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;seems easy even if u pronounce it as &amp;nbsp;"easy") with some funny&amp;nbsp;abbreviations&amp;nbsp;put by ourselves.I wish if we had some interesting papers like meta-physics to study.so that,we can make our own views and incorporate our own theories,concepts and !deas in that paper.(and make it a "highly inflammable" one.:P).&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;always liked subjects such as &amp;nbsp;meta physics.Every one can add points to it.And it depends on people because each have their own perspective about GOD,eternal things,existence of soul after death and blah!&lt;br /&gt;
But I heard it from some horse's mouth,that is from some reliable source that we can mathematically&amp;nbsp;prove that god exists&amp;nbsp;and do the soul.In a lay man's point of view lemme explain it &amp;nbsp;in this way,I suppose all of you guys know what is&amp;nbsp;Fourier&amp;nbsp;transform,an impulse response or at least you should know what is a sine wave is.I will say sine wave is the fundamental thing present in this earth.And an impulse is something which happens at a moment.that is it has value only at the instant at which it happens and&amp;nbsp;Fourier&amp;nbsp;transform is a tool by which we can transform signals in the time domain to frequency domain.&lt;br /&gt;
It's a known fact that&amp;nbsp;a signal which have infinite existence in time domain will have only a momentarily exist in the frequency domain.And vice versa.so if we consider a man or consider the living beings in the earth.If we apply a transformation like similar to&amp;nbsp;Fourier&amp;nbsp;transform,if it had infinite existence,after transformation we 'll get it as,it only exists as a &amp;nbsp;single frequency.that is the fundamental frequency.And hence the sine wave.so,we can say the soul do exist in the space even after our death &amp;nbsp;as a sine wave.:).It's just a mathematical proof.according to your perspective on this,you can believe this or not.&lt;br /&gt;
Neways, I don't believe that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;soul exists after death like some ghost or a rebirth or existence of god in different forms.According to me there is only a single power,the ultimate one.It can be anything,sun,moon or the mother earth.i do believe in some power for some reasons...&lt;br /&gt;
But what really happens is&amp;nbsp;,&lt;br /&gt;
the mankind just exploits it to the core.he made an umpteen god and&amp;nbsp;goddesses.witches,wizards and ghosts and..and.. the most powerful tool to destroy the mankind-RELIGION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-4677383175416701690?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a plethora of piled-up things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which made me a querist of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited for the limelight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the soul showed blissful ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insane by the&amp;nbsp;querulous&amp;nbsp;response,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the top of my voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I screamed Abaddon! and hosannas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh! it faded out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The space was left void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time made me an alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And,&amp;nbsp;I was lost in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musings of my shredded life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooked to the labyrinth of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt a lump in the throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pursued for a redeem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then a redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the time, I was-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the twilight of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-9163352444215827352?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The light from that whitish thing covered her pink face.she looked gorgeous in it. Her eyes sparkled like two gems. But it was drifting away slowly.she tried her best to hold it in her hands. But it was in motion. After sometime,she &amp;nbsp;successfully caught it in her hands. Her smile widened. She felt like she was flying like a cloud. Suddenly she felt someone's touch over her&amp;nbsp;shoulder&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-73 alignleft" height="225" mce_src="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/moon_over_water.jpg?w=300" mce_style="border: 0 initial initial;" src="http://sruthi5jc.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/moon_over_water.jpg?w=300" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" title="Moon_Over_Water" width="300" /&gt;r. She turned back. Her eyes &amp;nbsp;didn't lie. It revealed that her mind&amp;nbsp;messed up with&amp;nbsp;ambiguity and distress.it was her friend.paying no attention to him,she looked for the thing. It was moving &amp;nbsp;askew. She stretched her hands and&amp;nbsp;tried hard to catch it. At last,she&amp;nbsp;won!it&amp;nbsp;brought&amp;nbsp;her to&amp;nbsp;triumph. &amp;nbsp;Euphorically, she pursued to bring it closer and closer...but her hands were not that much tightly clamped to hold the fluid.it went draining...and the image disappeared completely within minutes. Tears rolled down from her sparkling eyes. She&amp;nbsp;felt the insanity caused by that thing.&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;was &amp;nbsp;drying her tears by the time. It was none other than him..her head rested on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and tried&amp;nbsp;to console herself &amp;nbsp;that it was a&amp;nbsp;dream.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-1820641208167575222?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;time is passing by…and i’m still starring at this page thinking what all things should i blog about coz i can’t throw all kinda crap here .i haven’t been in the best of my moods since last week.&amp;nbsp;utter less!the problems are getting dumped like a heap and i’m trying hard to solve one by one with the help of my osume buddies.even when we revive back to our life with lotta positive energy,some persons can get u a &amp;nbsp;link &amp;nbsp;towards &amp;nbsp;some retrospective moments and not oly &amp;nbsp;me ,but also &amp;nbsp;every person who is experiencing a same plight as that &amp;nbsp;of mine willn’t be wishing for certain unsound things to get happen.time will heal the wounds and mistakes.but it also have the power for a back shot.and…the lady is now in such a plight.she is helpless,but she isn’t alone.she has her best buddies with her.we all can hope for her resplendent revival.the lady&amp;nbsp;realizes&amp;nbsp;that there is no good and evil people in this world.there are only people who understands us and not.and all u can do is to love all.:).though its late to realize the fact.she accepts this.she doesn’t have any frustration with those people who prompted her to do mistakes. only the fear,the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #61636a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;guilty-consciousness that&amp;nbsp;keeps her away.she won’t bother em again but they also have to do the same.she don’t want her best buddy to lose…it hurts..it hurts…trust me!she can’t go ahead without u.you ,the best buddy have to understand this.you din do anything wrong.all that did was her.and she accepts this and trying not to get tangle with em again.my lord,at the moment she is a hopeless creature.pardon for the reason she is trying to rectify the mistakes she did with out knowingly.i recommend her to believe in some power..the ultimate one,so that she can clear her paths with out hamper.once u lose belief in some power.you are completely free.the probability to do mistakes&amp;nbsp;increases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The lady is going through such a hard time but as always,her best buddy is always with her.she din reveal the past to him.she din give him a clue&amp;nbsp;at least.coz she &amp;nbsp;was afraid.but there he console her that even if she did mistakes,he wont leave her alone. she then &amp;nbsp;realizes the complete meaning of best buddy.his words gave her the complete shade to rest on.the words were rushing right from his heart.she was worried about he being desp!:(.hmm...there both of u should have some fence between em.and she is putting a boundary there...dear,all that she can put as a&amp;nbsp;break line&amp;nbsp;is death and death only.she can tackle down each and every problem if and only if &amp;nbsp;u,her best buddy are there.if there is a life&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;death.i want you there also,as my best friend.the meaning is clear now.thanx to a certain pep talker,my friend who tries hard to counter balance my negative energy.and thanx again to u my best old buddy.:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just a few days left for my university exams.and i have just started the preparations.tc ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-3237597671358303491?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm supposed to have my study leave..as u ppl know,for a student,study leaves aint meant for studying..its just for "enjaayment".yupe! the weekend was fantastically osume...weekends were always osume since feb.:P.hats off to u,my best dude,darsha,jk,rahul,navin...for giving me some osume weekends.&lt;br /&gt;
the later para was written by me some days back.and it was safe in my&amp;nbsp;word press&amp;nbsp;draft box for a week or so.and now,i'm back with this in the same platform.:).last week was a full of&amp;nbsp;depressions which haunt me every now and then.@ this tym,it was coz of &amp;nbsp;ma s3 university results.&lt;br /&gt;
i &amp;nbsp;experienced the real failure of a B.TECH student.it was a failure which i never ever expected to be happen.still aint able to believe this s****.neways,its time to leave it at that and study hard for my s4&amp;nbsp;univ.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:P&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 60px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as the time heals the wound,as it strengthen the bonds ,as it gives u new meaning for friendship,it also made the above quoted lines to be happen.my long lost friend,my first crush..and he is back with lots of care ,love and friendship to make me happy.:).i had a handful of things in my mind to be written on my first post in my new blog.but something is pulling me away...so,i'm stopping my bragging for time being.ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-6795248402332666784?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was getting ready to start with probability.by then, i felt like blogging.why did i keep on searching for my &amp;nbsp;notepad? my fountain pen? for spitting those craps in my blog?i would rather fancy it in a way like this..may be in some more time ,it would have been over flown with certain peculiar emotions.why is this friendship so dear to us?why we cry for it when we are dashed by someone? why do we weep silently in our heart sitting in a corner of our wonderful room,thinking of the beautiful memories he/she left with us.why we recall those unforgettable chit chats with out omitting a single word and how come we regain the guts to say "hey dude,that chick is mine?".i &amp;nbsp;thought of my friends..my school and the 12 years which &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm like a bouncing ball..thinking of it again and &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; again that..when'll i reach at the peak point from &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;bouncing back and fallin into the great ditches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;had spend there..persons who influenced me in my path..the obstacles..potions that helped me towards success,that&amp;nbsp;succored&amp;nbsp;me to swallow the blurred images and the rest of the craps..what was the link towards those lamed pictures that got framed in my mind?i wanna spit it right here..@ the moment..for my sake.:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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but &amp;nbsp;before that,i have to thank the &amp;nbsp;ultimate power for giving some osume friends when i'm out in some hell and mess.yes!! thanking you my lord..i dedicate this to all friends especially nitin,darsha,vishak,krate,malu,mathews,and vicky.:).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;darsha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- refered &amp;nbsp;as my best friend.17 yrs we spend together,we slept together,ate together&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;,late night studies we had(actually we were gossiping),we were in the same class,we sat in the same bench and took the very next seat except when u went to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaithi's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sanskrit class and i was left with other mallu students.even in troubles too we were&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;one!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;we know how much we hated those history classes..how hard we studied the geography lessons plunging our legs into cold water for hours and hours...how much studious we were for jayalekshmi teacher's bio class..and how we hated those fucking maths hws,:P.from 7th onwards&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;aathira and lechu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;were also there in our bench.na?i still miss our ground(not the school ground).we played together with 4 or 5 other kids too.we had our own gang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;prakash,ambi,sowmya,vishwesh,vishak&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.we played&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;red letter,syrup,dinner,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;kallan and police,cricket,marathil thotal pidichuda,sat,cards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..more and more..and i can't forget our&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cycle race&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;athapookalam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..:P.i dunno what i would have been if u weren't there.thanx for being my&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;best friend&lt;/b&gt;. how ever we managed to patch up those small small dust ups.about 95% of my secrets are revealed to you.na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vishak,ashwathy and lekshmi priya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;: studied in the same school,we dint kno each other till they shuffled us and put us into E div.10th &amp;nbsp;was an osume year with lots of fun.these ppl where my best friends from 10th onwards.bt sorry achu and lp..i couldn't keep in touch.i remember those combine study hours in our home and JD's sleeping ent classes..laaif.:P.and vishak..u are the person who is responsible for this outcome...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;anand: aka kannan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.my sweet brother.elder or younger??? :P.you say.the musician,the violinist.voice o'ivano.and here goes the list.you will be my brother for the rest of my life too dear.u along with&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nitish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;made me ROFL!!!.that grape juice..:P.many more stories are there in my head..i still&amp;nbsp;cherish&amp;nbsp;my 10th remembering u both.:).our school day and all..it was osume!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;vidya:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my cousin .nakinu oru&amp;nbsp;licence-um illa.:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;nitin:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;i just know him since one or two months.but we both managed to meet every weekends except some saturdays and sundays.you are also there in my best friend's list bro.:). loyolite,the draw well,who enjoys partying with friends..hangout freak..if i go on with this there are about hundred labels for him.a perfect human who has experienced both the bitterness and sweetness of the love life.:) who is ready to help his friends any time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;allelum avashyam varumbo evanoke kanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;".:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;jayakrishnan:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;:P my first crush..can i name this as a crush???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sreekanth,finny,arun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:my close friends i will say.sreekanth-the cs freak,the mast**** of robotics,the singer.finny-the studious,who has certain panomial reasons for each and every thing..each time when i seek his advice,i take it to my heart and say "ok..sure..i'll trty my level best to keep away from the lap".but its of no use...:).sorry dear.::(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mathews:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;again comes another loyolite..my best buddy..my fighting friend..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;prolok: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ian&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;my good friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;prathik&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:the person who is responsible for the creation of this blog directly or indirectly.the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;atheist.the stephanian.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ajai,sujith,abish,sarath,abish,sankaran,shifas,vishak,binup,deepu,anoop chetn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: chetnmar of sct!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;deepal,anan,sanku,suraj,kichu,asif chetan,nikhil,rahul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..: cetians!!! most o'em are from&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;royal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Mex&lt;/b&gt;.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nidhin,sarath,aneesh,vishwajith,nandu,ajay mohan,fazil,jothish,ashok,pappan,karthick,shameer,jithin,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and the entire A div.......actually i'm asking u dudes,are you my friends or are we&amp;nbsp;enemies?:P.they made me laugh quite a num of tyms and made me close to tears also.bt still i like em.school life was great..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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at 11am we 5 were &amp;nbsp;chit chatting around some table at ambrosia.we were on the trot for ordering the eatable things...&lt;i&gt;chicken wings,fruit cups,pizza,burger,coke,milk shake,red bull,sandwich&lt;/i&gt; and more and more items..one thing which i still &amp;nbsp;hate about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;amb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the time we have to spend after ordering those kinda fried stuffs..but,this time we managed to&amp;nbsp;utilize&amp;nbsp;it by&amp;nbsp;sauce &amp;nbsp;writing.:P.and had to stop it suddenly when we saw the bearer rolling his two bull's eyes over me.:(.laaf.but,it was an osume treat:).we just enjoyed it.we had fun around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;
and by then,it was &amp;nbsp;time for us to leave.we scrolled outta &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;amb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and went to the parking area to see gb's car.and some interesting funny &amp;nbsp;things happened there...(i'm not revealing it now) till now i was explaining this to every one a&amp;nbsp;handful&amp;nbsp;o'times.ah...my fate!! i believe all the things &amp;nbsp;that &amp;nbsp;happens around me..its my fault..i know that.. no more chance of making me a laughing stock.but this one was really !@#%^&amp;amp;p;;.:P.:D&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;it was a cool&amp;nbsp;Feb&amp;nbsp;morning.after some chota chota&amp;nbsp;wrangling, we 4 met up in amb.the party was just&amp;nbsp;OK&amp;nbsp;and not an osume thing for me coz of the reason that we haven't prepared for a nice treat after the dust up.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;after that we directed to our college.the programs were&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;nicely boring. but our game stall was scoring a decent amount o'money from poor guys.err..those money goes directly to the magazine fund and not into our pocket.duh!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;wtf!!! a girl and a boy can't be best friends???they don't have the right to take the near seats and have a nice talk? i'm not getting u people.screw the college.!!screw the society,screw the people.i busted out with anger and frustration and was close to tears,when some college mates were prying into my personal matters.i do have the heart for telling anyone the fact that i'm&amp;nbsp;committed,&amp;nbsp;if i am in a relationship.i don't find any indecency in falling in love with someone.but..what the heck i should say if i'm not??out in the hell and mess,i thought of throwing s*** on em.ah..my mind was totally disturbed..even now also,i haven't able to bring it back to the normal plight.go people..go gossiping.what is the need of convincing u&amp;nbsp;jackasses?&amp;nbsp;withal&amp;nbsp;the feminine love, i feel shame on you snoopy girls for creating such stupid pejorative scenes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-6916998316853439626?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"when you kill a man,you steal a life.you steal his wife's right to a husband,rob his children of a father,when you tell a lie,you steal someone's right to the truth.when you cheat,you steal the right to fairness.there is no act more than stealing.a man who takes what's not to take,be it a life.i spit on such a man.and if i ever cross paths with him,god help him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/S3DjCi7-HxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jpSG4EvhH3g/s1600-h/the-kite-runner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/S3DjCi7-HxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jpSG4EvhH3g/s320/the-kite-runner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was flipping the pages o'"the kite runners" in a hurry to find those sentences which pulled me aside to read this book.&amp;nbsp;someday&amp;nbsp;before,it gave a big bang on ma head, when i was accessing some social networking sites.it was posted by&amp;nbsp;GB,one o'my friend in the FB wall.at that moment,i dint even know it was from a book.i googled the quote to find out what it was.and the result i got was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the kite runner" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;khaled hosseini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;i can't explain u people,what &amp;nbsp;is more in that.but its just amazing.a quote which depicts the truism of one's life.i searched the book in the entire library..but i couldn't find it.i was in an agog to read that book.i thought of buying that book.but thanx to the superpower which i believe.it was with ma friend vikky.at the day i got the book,i skipped the pages again and again. from the front,&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;and from the middle too.&lt;i&gt;laaf..&lt;/i&gt;u call such a situation in which u aint able to find something u want&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;badly..so i dropped my intension and continued with my reading thinking o'the time i wasted in searching the quote.i turned the next page o'the KR.ran my eyes over the entire page and got struck somewhere.i yelled u know? i was flushing with pleasure.&amp;nbsp;at last,i got it!!! i was on the trot coz i couldn't resist showing the quote to everyone.here i should stop my bragging i think.i have a lot to blog..but &amp;nbsp;right now,i'm not in the &lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt; to blog anymore.&lt;i&gt;ciao&amp;nbsp;Tc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-1435528119388529682?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/Szo187ySLVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/npblda675LU/s1600-h/goodbye_darkness__by_it_i_laf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/Szo187ySLVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/npblda675LU/s400/goodbye_darkness__by_it_i_laf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;the coming of love,the coming of light.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stars gather,dreams pour into your pillows,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sending up warm bonquets of air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even this late the bones of the body shine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow's dust flares into breath." &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;is something, which strike my mind when I had a glance through this month's RD.i just wanted to copy paste these lines here in ma blog coz it depicts my plight. I am fucked up. I am here to give a snappy come back to all the buddies who asked me why am i single?yday night too one o’ma chat friends asked me the same que...i dint have anything to say. Was just keeping mum. For the whole night I searched for an answer. Before getting into this I want to ask you people, whether being single is such a nerdy thing?.Recently,someone or the other figured out that I’m nerdy. and u know the reason y I’m addressed like that?the reason is that I’m doing my prof course in a women’s college.well..You can call me anything a nerd, slapstick, goofy, or any thing you want.i&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;care. I believe my self that I’m not that much single minded and indifferent. I want to reveal here something. I have been in love with someone. I have experienced the bitterness and sweetness of love. I know falling in love with someone is such a great thing, that is beyond, the words can explain. But think of a situation in which one is in serious love and the other person doing for time pass. and another situation in which you are in love with someone madly and the other one is in love with someone else.WTH!!It is very vexing! Break up is always painful. I have enjoyed the breeze of love and the flavor of being single.and now,bcoz of the reason that I’m single and not yet involved in any relationship, I would rather fancy that ,I love being single. I have no other choice other than this one. Again, may be coz of, feminism was over ruling my head ,and may be because o’I had convent education or I dint have enough time. As far as I am concerned, there are three things one should have if you are searching for a new relation. First and fore most things is that, you should be good looking. Moreover, the character is only the second thing. then you should find enough time to spend with your gf/bf.neways...sadly, may be thing that,I can’t satisfy these all&amp;nbsp; the 3 criterias enlisted above.true love happens only once in a life. Even when I was fucked by the loneliness and when tears blinked at my eyes, there were someone who gave me helping hand...&amp;nbsp;Than x&amp;nbsp;for the social networking sites for giving such awesome friends.ETARK was oneo’the best buddy I got from the social networking sites. Hats off to ya... :).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This will be a year-end post I think. wishing you people a happy and prosperous new year.ciao:).&lt;br /&gt;
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It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;an unlucky day for me coz we had a plan to watch “AVATAR”. but luckily/unluckily we dint get the tickets. some thing like a sign board was hung in front of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SREE PADMANABHA like “house full”.ah…desp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.so we returned. reaching ma home sitting back in the couch, I felt like I should blog now searched for a topic in ma mind. then came the idea of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;college tour.bt actually wat should I post about that kodai trip? Just a monkey story? Or the “DJ nite” with out any DJ?ah..something flashed through ma mind. the name of ma blog.”CYNOSURE” seems to be a weird name. it doesn’t match with ma blog..i should change it to some thing like “my scribbling pad” I thought..yes..i’m gonna change the name…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, the December is gonna end. there are only a few countable days for the new sunrise. its time to take new resolutions,wishes,promises,bla..bla..bla.newyas,the 2009 was an important year 4 me.it gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;some awesome friends,memories,etc.withal the ups,there were some downs too.but..except my academics, all went fine I think. its the time I should realize the fact that life is all about fun plus some wailing incidents as worse as a homicide.09 prepared me to face the world and not the hoipolloi.i learnt something from each and every person met, it changed my style,thoughts,attitude,taste and every thing..insight,I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;realize I have changed a lot. I wanna say “hats off to someone” that I can’t reveal here. I’m hog tied to that ‘someone’s’ philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I reckon I can do ma best in the coming year. I wish a great peaceful new year and xmas to every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-1912013428088290201?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean...I was off these days. I dunno what happened to me actually. Rather I would say something was brewing inside my mind that I cant reveal in this blog.its somewhat confidential…hey...Don’t get confused.u’ll be more clear what was actually inside my mind when u go through this blog.i think soo..&lt;br /&gt;My friends say that I have changed a lot in a month. Yeah, May be… I know, I have changed a lot.coz…recently I switched to western music from the melodious eastern styles and become a lil bit philosopher. My philosophy was vexing almost all o’my friends.neways I was quite happy with that.u know something?? A few days before, I thought o’being an atheist.damn! But none o’ma friends supported this even though my parents weren’t bothered about it. I mean, they were least bothered about these stuffs and later on I realized I won’t go with this. So I dropped it with a lil bit frown. Then... coming back to western music, I just started hearing these stuffs. I mean it has been only one month I got hooked to these songs. I liked it much more than the eastern. I was crazy about westlife, BSB and linkin park. The first song I heard was “my love”. It was such a haunting song. I’ll say it’s awesome. Before going through this blog I expect every one to hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Where the skies are blue see u once again….my love”&lt;br /&gt;“Where the fields are green see u once again my love”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is soo touhing.it is haunting me every now and then&lt;br /&gt;The last Sunday after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“shikku&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt; sir’s tuition we (I mean me and my friends) went to archies.it is a nice place to have chit chat. He he. It is in the heart o’the TVM city. A small ice-cream parlour.it was my 2nd visit to archies.i went last year there with my college friends. We hadn’t had enough money.but...Thinking o’having fun there we all set out. We took 2 autorikshaws and By 1pm we reached there. We were really hungry. We started reading the menu and ordered 3 nutty chaos, one cold duck, one faluda, one butter scotch. I liked to have nutty chaos. After some time, the bearer bought the ice-cream in front o’us.we all had a lotta fun there. We were giggling and passing comments, lol hearing the rotten jokes from the other friends and all. As I said we dint have enough budjet, we dint buy much costlier things. Our intention was only to fill our tummy. Then we had photo session with our wonderful ice-creams…it was quite funny. I finished mine within minutes and looked around thinking I’ll get a chance to eat someother's.he he. Then…rohini,one o'my college mate. She actually doesn’t like icecreams.so she asked me whether I can give a hand on that. I and jisha agreed and finished the huge cold duck within seconds.rofl! it was a nice one than mine.ahh...My tummy was really overstuffed. I dint thought what should I say when I reach home. I was sure that my parents wont scold me.coz they new me well. It was 2’oclock.we galloped.coz we were late by 1:30 hrs.u can imagine what would be the situation in our home.na?hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hang out pictures!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW77A8U9mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4f7bRqImLCo/s1600-h/IMG2635A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW77A8U9mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4f7bRqImLCo/s1600-h/IMG2635A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW8IEcEzRI/AAAAAAAAABA/yPqBQ-JWQXc/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG2634A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360897778270915858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW8IEcEzRI/AAAAAAAAABA/yPqBQ-JWQXc/s320/Copy+of+IMG2634A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW77A8U9mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4f7bRqImLCo/s1600-h/IMG2635A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360897553994151522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh4DFK9KFbE/SmW77A8U9mI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4f7bRqImLCo/s320/IMG2635A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty chaos, butter scotch, faluda and cold duck….yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;all o' u should try this at least once.&lt;em&gt;Adiaos.amigos&lt;/em&gt;!!(Copycat…he he)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166513346883353742-9087334013351312026?l=sruthi5jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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