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It was a party in Shroom, Crescent Mall. It was hosted by Riyaaz Amlani, Shiv Karan Singh and Harmeet Bajaj. The party featured DJ Phil Keiran. We danced so much that we burnt the floor and set it on fire. And the DJ played some awesome music for us. Did I do Tango? Of course, I did. 

The weekend and the fun has just begun.










What I wore:

Top to toe

Beret: It has NOW become a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/6nl5cyPQxjI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/party-in-shroom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDRHozfip7ImA9WhRUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-5856231096397965005</id><published>2012-01-27T22:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:49:35.486+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T22:49:35.486+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="delhi" /><title>Lunch at Machan</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5856231096397965005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5856231096397965005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/AF7PQZLMlsA/lunch-at-machan.html" title="Lunch at Machan" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jaH1bOmpCzY/TyKfjlgVCcI/AAAAAAAAMfw/W_wUezqQS3s/s72-c/IMG_2359.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Today was our friend Sonia's Birthday (The one in all black). We decided to take her out for lunch to Machan in Taj Mansingh. But today was also my very busy working day. I could sneak out two hours for this lunch. So could not dress up. For first time, I went ahead in my track  pants only. I had a salad of asparagus and green pea.

I had to finish this lunch and reach for a yoga class. I would&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/AF7PQZLMlsA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/lunch-at-machan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CRXc-eCp7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-729372742874542681</id><published>2012-01-27T02:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:37:44.950+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T06:37:44.950+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiran sawhney" /><title>Old pics of mine</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/729372742874542681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/729372742874542681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/O1AOfetRNLg/20-year-old-pics-of-mine.html" title="Old pics of mine" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG2L8ikiOME/TyGK0YKazhI/AAAAAAAAMfg/pXmdlA2viGY/s72-c/Scan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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In response to my last post, I got four emails from different parts of the world. These people asked me that I should share more of my old pictures. So from now on, I will try to post my old pics every now and then. The pic below is 1996. The date on the pic says so. Seems like yesterday. Get ready to see more old pics.

I loved beret even then. I had my nose pierced and had long hair.

I still&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/O1AOfetRNLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/20-year-old-pics-of-mine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQH8-fip7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-5660738289967069704</id><published>2012-01-26T23:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:04:11.156+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T06:04:11.156+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><title>When I was 19 year old.</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5660738289967069704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5660738289967069704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/nuCPmpdJHbA/when-i-was-19-year-old.html" title="When I was 19 year old." /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOM9K_F2ErY/TyFgw4M1tGI/AAAAAAAAMfY/hRebHOcAuPg/s72-c/426323_3135346306531_1351040898_3174587_2082879926_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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My family member posted this picture of mine on fb. Here I was 19 year old. I saw this and am so amused. I am looking so different- I was fat, had long straight hair, was so innocent, was such a kid.
This is at my cousin sister's wedding. I wore a sari. This pic had to be shared on my blog.

In response to this post, I got one cute email saying, "Oh, my God, you look so different now! You're one&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/nuCPmpdJHbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/when-i-was-19-year-old.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ESXc4eSp7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-7881825199057426161</id><published>2012-01-26T02:18:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T02:18:28.931+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T02:18:28.931+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art of Living" /><title>Atha yoganushasanam</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7881825199057426161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7881825199057426161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/xR-PlImGACk/atha-yoganushasanam.html" title="Atha yoganushasanam" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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Patanjali Yoga Sutra #1



Shasana means rules someone imposes on you. Anushasana is the rule you impose upon yourself. Do you see the difference? Now, why is yoga called a discipline? Where is the need for discipline? When does the need for discipline arise?

Atha yoganushasanam – when translated, this means now I will enunciate the discipline of Yoga.

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1. Your hands might not remain as soft, specially if you do not wear gloves. You might break a nail.
2. You could even bruise a male ego.
3. You’ll eat properly and still be able to lose fat. Because of the gained muscle mass.
4. You’ll not look like a ramp model (anorexic) but would rather have well toned body like that of an athlete.
5. You’ll no longer be damsel in distress. You will end up&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/73mB6qk83EU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/10-reasons-why-women-should-stay-away.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMQX0yfCp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-220963081025586329</id><published>2012-01-25T16:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:11:20.394+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T17:11:20.394+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art of Living" /><title>Faith- Sankalpa</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/220963081025586329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/220963081025586329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/ID-s5EdPPl4/faith-sankalpa.html" title="Faith- Sankalpa" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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There is so much strength in our sankalpa, we forget this. So many people have their work done without asking. Have faith. With faith a lot can change. 



Break through all the barriers and feel that you are blessed. This Is the one and only step you have to take - the rest will all happen....'



‎"It is said that God measures and then attaches the tail on each animal. He did not attach &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/ID-s5EdPPl4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/faith-sankalpa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQHsyfyp7ImA9WhRUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-5778889802655668462</id><published>2012-01-24T20:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:31:51.597+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T20:31:51.597+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food facts" /><title>Breakfast cereals- How healthy are they?</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5778889802655668462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5778889802655668462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/RH1i0kk4YME/breakfast-cereals-how-healthy-are-they.html" title="Breakfast cereals- How healthy are they?" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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How many children eat cereal for breakfast? About 95%, why? Because of marketing.
I say why not give the children a healthier choice. Kids will be kids. They are going to eat junk food and experiment. Parents you understand exactly what I am talking about.Most health conscious folks know sugar cereal is bad. But all cereal?Allow me to dispel the common misconceptions about one of the most &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/RH1i0kk4YME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/breakfast-cereals-how-healthy-are-they.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MERXc8fyp7ImA9WhRUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-7375716848771220765</id><published>2012-01-24T19:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:50:04.977+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T21:50:04.977+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiran sawhney" /><title>My article in Mail today.</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7375716848771220765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7375716848771220765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/b7HWzDhEXng/my-article-in-mail-today.html" title="My article in Mail today." /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omZjOLAeNyM/Tx6IhbSDneI/AAAAAAAAMeg/796PgPZllR0/s72-c/Fitness+activities+1st+page.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Today, 24 Jan 2012, following article with my expert inputs got published in Mail today. Read my expert reviews in the article. It has also appeared in the UK based
newspaper, Daily Mail. Here is the link to it. 

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I always say, "The last straw breaks the camel's back".
Art of Living’s’ policy is not to see intention behind others’ mistakes. Once, twice, thrice as much as your capacity is, you keep forgiving. But then when it comes up to your neck, you say, “No more”. 
There was a king who was all the time hurling abuses at Lord Krishna, when Lord Krishna was here on the planet. Jarasandha was insulting &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/QObx2LX49lA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/mistakes-and-forgiveness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEEQ307eCp7ImA9WhRUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-5236653831538392002</id><published>2012-01-22T18:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:30:02.300+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T18:30:02.300+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Behind silence</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5236653831538392002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/5236653831538392002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/x9uJLWXfQw4/behind-silence.html" title="Behind silence" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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There is always a TRUTH behind "I was joking"A little EMOTION behind "it doesn't effect me"A little NEED behind "leave me alone"A little PAIN behind "its ok"A deep THOUGHT behind "I don't know"
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Sunday morning- The day starts with Sudershan Kriya. Felt Bliss. Felt you. Felt HAPPY, energized and invigorated. 

Q: Guruji, there are some rapid fire questions! Sri Sri Ravi Shankar: Yes, yes, fire them!What is Guruji? Child who refuses to grow up!Politics? Inevitable.Religion? Lifeline or could be deathline.Anger? Avoidable.Fear? Love upside down. Joy? Your nature.Knowledge? That brings &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/0OK4Aao1bU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/rapid-fire-questions-by-sri-sri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQ3szfyp7ImA9WhRUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-4078628312401982767</id><published>2012-01-22T04:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T04:00:32.587+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T04:00:32.587+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiran sawhney" /><title>Me</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4078628312401982767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4078628312401982767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/u2EpVPqDyQg/me.html" title="Me" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULLKNIDd0Ow/TxsKb6VWUMI/AAAAAAAAMd4/mBZ8QyauvDQ/s72-c/407404_250675038335940_102550539815058_566520_1618398817_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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These pics define me. Exciting times ahead.







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Today, Saturday, was a perfect day to spend winter afternoon, basking in the sun, having fabulous outdoor lunch with my girlfriends.






















I wore this hand embroidered Kashmiri jacket from my husband's shop. I love its bright, vibrant colors and pure raw silk fabric.
And of course, glares: Gucci- Gifted by parents
Bag: Gucci: Gift from sister.
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Examine your friendships, they are often for a cause. There are several reasons for your friendships:You make friendships because you have common enemies. Fear and threat to survival can bring people together.You make friendships because you have a common problem. You talk about your problems and become friends. For example, sickness, job dissatisfaction, etc…People get together because they &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/4HClVJfqaxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/friendship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IEQ3YzcCp7ImA9WhRUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-3789257603738301313</id><published>2012-01-21T05:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:58:22.888+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T14:58:22.888+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delhi Party" /><title>Papa CJ and Friends' featuring Rajiv Satyal, Azhar Usman &amp; Hari Kondabolu</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/3789257603738301313?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/3789257603738301313?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/TrehBJJjC_c/papa-cj-and-friends-featuring-rajiv.html" title="Papa CJ and Friends' featuring Rajiv Satyal, Azhar Usman &amp; Hari Kondabolu" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euqrJGLutG0/TxnGzjA7BHI/AAAAAAAAMaw/vs86YLk-oks/s72-c/IMG_4476.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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NEVER BEFORE have four international headliners of Indian origin been on the same stage. THIS SHOW WAS NOT TO BE MISSED. I saw the show in Epicentre, Gurgaon. Throughout the show I was laughing so much. It was hilarious. I just loved it.

Indian stand-up comedian of international repute, Papa CJ, introduced three of his friends from the US comedy circuit. 

RAJIV SATYAL has repeatedly opened for&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/TrehBJJjC_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/papa-cj-and-friends-featuring-rajiv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHQXs4fyp7ImA9WhRUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-2517742890534734283</id><published>2012-01-20T21:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:02:10.537+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T02:02:10.537+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><title>Bhangra Aerobics photo shoot</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/2517742890534734283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/2517742890534734283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/cla8JYe1V9I/bhangra-aerobics-photo-shoot.html" title="Bhangra Aerobics photo shoot" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlyO-GYHWbs/TxlTJ-A4oeI/AAAAAAAAMZ4/yYinLx-YRoU/s72-c/IMG_2107.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Today me and my darling friends shot for Bhangra aerobics for "The Week" magazine. It will be on stands soon. The theme of course was fusion of punjabi and western attire.

Harmonicka, my Caanaada waali friend, seeped into the characted and oozed out with paraandi, bangles, bindi and kurti. My Delhi babes, Madhavi and Chand, attired in their most fashionable and trendy kurtis with tights. 

You&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/cla8JYe1V9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/bhangra-aerobics-photo-shoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRX45eip7ImA9WhRUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-2256219277916536176</id><published>2012-01-20T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:37:44.022+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T15:37:44.022+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><title>Just joking</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/2256219277916536176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/2256219277916536176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/EA8LqYqHDaw/just-joking.html" title="Just joking" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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I had written this post some time back. Check it here



I guess it is time to reiterate it.



Ample number of times, people (read insensitive people/Bimbos), say any lame things and try to get away with it as- "I was joking", "mazak kiya tha", "I was pulling your leg". My answer to it is that, joke/Mazak, is something on which everyone laughs equally. If, even one person, in the whole group &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/EA8LqYqHDaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/just-joking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNSH8zeyp7ImA9WhRUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-6220563612847915765</id><published>2012-01-19T21:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:21:39.183+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T15:21:39.183+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="delhi" /><title>The three musketeers</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/6220563612847915765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/6220563612847915765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/yVjNHsJuh70/three-musketeers.html" title="The three musketeers" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfWgRnIbA6g/TxgGXcR89CI/AAAAAAAAMZM/k8Yj9_hUWQQ/s72-c/IMG_6796.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Today I met my two dear friends over lunch. It is so cold in Delhi. I should be singing, "Why this cold a very, cold a very ji?" 



What I wore:



Sweater and tweed skirt: Gift from my sister. (Yes, she gives me so many gifts. I Lovee..But yeh dil maange more).

Scarf:Gift from husband (He exports these).

Bag: Fendi

My Captivating cap: bought in Shanghai, also previously worn here.

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She is a client of Fitnesolution, who has lost weight in four months of workout with me. She is so hard working and determined. She follows me blindly and religiously. It is very important to have total trust in your trainer. Dedication, determination, consistency, will power- these are the tools to achieve any unachievable target that you desire. Have faith in yourself. Mind and body have a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/I1UAIQH2wSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/weight-loss-before-and-after-pics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQng6fSp7ImA9WhRUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-4434861263357851308</id><published>2012-01-18T20:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:52:03.615+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T17:52:03.615+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiran sawhney" /><title>Sexy and City girls got published again</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4434861263357851308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4434861263357851308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/HyyWav42SBk/sexy-and-city-girls-got-published-again.html" title="Sexy and City girls got published again" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rND3XBwSyU/TxarIXFCHAI/AAAAAAAAMYA/FGHoOXoHNyk/s72-c/Fitness+Solution+11.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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This article of mine got published in Dainik Jagran City Plus and HT Shopper today. Here is the online link of the paper. It is again page full of advertisements.This column generates so many ads.





It says



Sexy and the City Girls 
Yours Truly, Kiran Bajaj Sawhney, has been busy with her work of fitness, her clothes line and her blog-www.kiransawhney.com. Catching up with girlfriends has &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/HyyWav42SBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/sexy-and-city-girls-got-published-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHRXsyfyp7ImA9WhRVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-7293924897596582743</id><published>2012-01-18T19:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:48:54.597+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T13:48:54.597+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Love</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7293924897596582743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/7293924897596582743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/m86jxz_nskY/love_18.html" title="Love" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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Attachment is that which gives you pain. Love is that without which you cannot live. If love becomes attachment, then the same love which was giving you joy, starts to inflict pain. Attachment is when you want something in return. If you love and do not want anything in return, then that love doesn’t turn into attachment. 
DON'T LET LOVE BLIND U...LET IT SET U FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  

I have a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/m86jxz_nskY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/love_18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQXw5eip7ImA9WhRVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-777423355399853284</id><published>2012-01-18T16:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:53:40.222+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T18:53:40.222+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Dealing with privacy on the blogosphere</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/777423355399853284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/777423355399853284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/HcftZpIpAd4/dealing-with-privacy-on-blogosphere.html" title="Dealing with privacy on the blogosphere" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><content type="html">
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Today, I am inspired to write this blog post after reading Leia blog post here. Privacy on blogosphere is important and how do I ensure that?

Yes, as much as my life seems like an open book, it is not so. I am quite careful with what I write and what I mention. At the back of my mind, while writing a blog, many things are lurking. 
I am always quite aware of my readership. Who is reading my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/HcftZpIpAd4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/dealing-with-privacy-on-blogosphere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGRH04eyp7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965941975551695678.post-4411824540066272907</id><published>2012-01-18T00:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:52:05.333+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T01:52:05.333+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delhi Party" /><title>Sexy and the City Girls strike again</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4411824540066272907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965941975551695678/posts/default/4411824540066272907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~3/cZruJF3TBWo/sexy-and-city-girls-strike-again.html" title="Sexy and the City Girls strike again" /><author><name>Kiran Bajaj Sawhney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719453823002698478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzH_ISYCiNY/TMFxTGsIIhI/AAAAAAAAFBI/5N6xwBXkvaA/S220/DSC09080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7EXa4jn5Ui8/TxWFJUzlKZI/AAAAAAAAMX0/J385k1NINbY/s72-c/IMG_2045.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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By now you guys are familiar with this sexy and the city girls, about whom I have written a post earlier here. And it got published here.

Today the sexy and city chics met again. Our hostess was Madhavi, who had arranged everything so well for us. She has a beautiful and very tastefully done home. Over high tea, we gossiped about the Delhi circuit, exchanged lots of infos and knew about who's,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/teMQc/~4/cZruJF3TBWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kiransawhney.com/2012/01/sexy-and-city-girls-strike-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

