<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010</id><updated>2011-11-18T07:41:07.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>itsmyworld</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1055983354778688869</id><published>2010-10-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:15:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it really hurts :(</title><content type='html'>When you're lonely and really in a deep mess, you expect the persons you love the most to be supportive &amp; understand what a nightmare you're going through. You expect them to be there. And they just somehow don't. They somehow don't understand what a big deal it is supposed to be for you...and if they do, they either say "I told you so" and that it's your fault OR.. That they just can't talk because they are inevitably busy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame them. I cannot change someone's thoughts to customize to my needs. And I understand that people have work, and they get busy, and that they have a life that goes beyond me. But it is very disappointing to be let down by them..even more than being let down by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really hurts :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1055983354778688869?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1055983354778688869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1055983354778688869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1055983354778688869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1055983354778688869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-really-hurts.html' title='it really hurts :('/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1287343543436885147</id><published>2010-06-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:06:40.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advantages of being Single :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;u dont've 2 worry abt putting on weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You don't have to give a bite from your pizza, chocolates, ice creams..you can have all by yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There is nobody to judge you on every small thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You don't have to tolerate some moron friend of his, calling you 'bhabhiji'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to lie to your parents and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; your gal friend-"I've told mom that I'm going out with you and will be late in the evening.If mom calls, tell the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You don’t have to wonder before buying anything you like, “I hope he likes this!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to lie to your parents that books are costlier nowadays, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you don't need that extra money to spend on anyone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; family, when they think you're a jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You can sleep at night with your phone on silent mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You don't have to explain to anybody as to why his call was on waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You can have a more expensive phone than he has, with no worries of 'hurting his ego'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Spending money can mean a lot more things than recharging your phone every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: 16px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;when you go shopping, you can spend all the money only on you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;And the list goes on :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2999235322451070010-1287343543436885147?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1287343543436885147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1287343543436885147' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1287343543436885147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1287343543436885147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/06/advantages-of-being-single.html' title='Advantages of being Single :)'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-7654761513996243364</id><published>2010-06-03T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:10:27.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was she in LOVE??</title><content type='html'>finally m writing what i was thinking from so long &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was not talking one of her very good friend. She was hurted. This pain was familiar to her. It was same as she had when she did not talked to her Best Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time she was heart broken, shattered, missing him all the time and now she was missing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difference is when she did not talked to her Best Friend who was a guy, her friend said that she is in Love with him that is why she is heart broken. But she was feeling the same for her another very good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was confused. She was trying to find out the answer" Was it Love?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally she concluded that Yes it was LOVE. It was Love of Best Friends. A Girl and a Boy can be best friends too. There is not always a need of having committed relationship. And friends do love each other very much. They can do anything for their friends. They do miss them badly in their absence and feel hurt after having fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again a question popped into her mind " Then What actually Love is ? And When and How will I realize that 'Yes, I am really In LOVE and He is the person of my choice ?' "&lt;/div&gt;&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/2999235322451070010-7654761513996243364?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/7654761513996243364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=7654761513996243364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/7654761513996243364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/7654761513996243364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/06/was-she-in-love.html' title='was she in LOVE??'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-4505440793805940387</id><published>2010-05-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:54:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; in ur lifetime, ur a part of many relationships.. whether it's with ur mom, dad, siblings, cousins, friends or that significant other. for every relationship to be successful, both sides have to compromise a little... but what happens when only 1 side is expected to compromise and not the other? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i guess this is how people become very distant from each other .. or their relationships just end slowly. expecting a lot from one side and nothing from the other just seems so .. unfair. but then again, people do say.. life is unfair! but why do relationships have to be unfair? when u love some1, why can't u give them something back while ur expectations are so great. why can't the RULES for the relationships be fair for both sides? if one has to compromise, the other should do it too.. ritee? ok so mayb this won't work in every relationship.. cuz every relationship is different. ur relationships with ur parents would b different from ur relationship with ur siblings.. both require love but they both have a different set of rules. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;what im talkin about is the relationship with that significant other... the special person.. the loved one.. that totally-handsome-tall-dark-dude from the romantic comedies that girls dream of.. that knight in the shinning armor... the one who would treat u like ur all they see and no1 else. these kinds of relationships require some compromise, some understanding and most of all, TRUST! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rules for both side should b the same.. and one shouldn't expect too much from the other. my understanding of these kinds of relationships isn't so vast but i do know that without some expectations, same rules, compromise, understanding and trust .. these relationships tend to not last very long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh another thing, some people in relationships tend to be VERY controlling.. which obviously isn't a good thing, cuz its like.. we have a life of our own, yes ur a part of it, yes we love u, but we do have a brain and we do know how to use it. we have our own choices to make which we can make all by ourselves.. u can give us ur opinion on things but u can't control every single day of our life! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ok so lets not 4get the good side. he does love u, he is there when u need him, he is an important part of ur life and u do love him a lot. he gives u his time, he cares for u a lot. lends his shoulder when u need it, yes he does have ego problems but he does eventually get over it. he wipes ur tears, hugs u when u need it, tells u ur beautiful when ur a mess and he does appreciate that ur a part of his life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so in my understanding, every relationship is unique in its own way.. yes, they all have tiny problems but then u do get tremendous amount of love in return [hopefully]... well, through my observation, in the end i do come to a conclusion which goes something like this ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;can't live with them, can't live without them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-4505440793805940387?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/4505440793805940387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=4505440793805940387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4505440793805940387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4505440793805940387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationship.html' title='Relationship...'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-347835684178362589</id><published>2010-05-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:56:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I look around me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s a man who never had a dream, circumstances made him look like a beggar and not a chooser, he took up what came his way, made it his dream to succeed in it and he did. He says he’s happy today!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there’s this girl, who wanted to be a doctor, parents, money, luck- pushed her into software, she smelled green ink, n stayed there!! I think she’s happy…she looks like that!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s another one who wanted to teach French but got married and the dream was lost!! I can’t say if she’s happy, I never had d courage to ask!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another one left a high paying job to pursue his dream, he found success as well. I am sure he’s happy, I don’t need to ask!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s also, a man who has all d prestigious degrees in the country. But his marriage fell apart after 20 long years and two kids. Is there any meaning to his success?? I wonder what his dream really was!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then there’s a girl who realized she never really wanted what she dreamt of all this while after having worked hard enough to make it true!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are so many of them around me, most of them happy with what they have. Some think they couldn’t have gotten any better, the others just tell themselves they could have been worse and they should rather be thankful than crib!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its amazing how so many of them never really had a dream!! And those who did, compromised on them for comforts! A handful of them fought only to realize later this isn’t what they really wanted. Some of them are still fighting, the rest are searching for new dreams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thinking, what are dreams for?? To fall back on when nothing else falls in place or to make sure they come true?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May be dreams are there to tell us that happiness is a choice we make, it doesn’t come as a result of certain dreams which come true, but with a decision, which we take to make sure we live well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-347835684178362589?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/347835684178362589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=347835684178362589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/347835684178362589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/347835684178362589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams.......'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-8388397433408980218</id><published>2010-05-27T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:53:42.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m back :))</title><content type='html'>finally ...after so many months m back to blogging :)..its been so long i havent written anything...now am realizing its always best to give words to your thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-8388397433408980218?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/8388397433408980218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=8388397433408980218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/8388397433408980218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/8388397433408980218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-back.html' title='m back :))'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-3717503890230035856</id><published>2010-02-14T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:38:26.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RaNdOm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. I will be rich by myself, and not by borrowing. ~Michel de Montaigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;Once someone, a stranger said so about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u r open...but still very sensitive kinda animal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;ur world is sooo small but plenty of space is vacant...available....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u no ur worth but till date not able to en cash it or one can say...didnt get wat u deserve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;very few ppl can understan u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u r too vulnerable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u wanna do somethin tat normal persn cannt think of...but problm is u also dont no wat u wanna do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;tats y u r talking wit urself...observng urself...incase u vl get ne clue or hint abt u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u r ONE BIG QUESTION MARK nt fo others also fo urself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;n u r tryin to solve dis puzzle..wit da help of urself(only)....but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;task is huge....n u r so small fo it...u need someone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;wit whom u can share everythin.....but again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u r missing tat someone desperately....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;u r too ahead tan material life..ur needs r much greater tan tis.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;but dont wory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;if ur intentions r strong...whtever dey r(u said u dnt no yet)...u vl reach der....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;ur journey is on..n u r miles ahead tan others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 13px; "&gt;Trust me.&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/2999235322451070010-3717503890230035856?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/3717503890230035856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=3717503890230035856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3717503890230035856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3717503890230035856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='RaNdOm'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5293454693152505052</id><published>2009-08-18T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:06:03.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love matters ???</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I see around,looking at my friends,cousins and other unknown youngsters of my age,I am often intrigued. each of them has an all together different woe to share.I find them lonely, even amidst a hoard of friends,family and teachers. Though,these innocent young minds are still standing at the thresholds of manhood/womanhood,yet all of them have already had their share of grown-up experiences.Even within the tender age group of 16-21,all of them have already "loved and lost" atleast once in their lives,to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragility of human relationships gives a serious jolt to my innocent dispositions every now and then.Its just so disgusting. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I am certainly not against the whole circle of loving and being loved. Love is undeniably,the most beautiful relationship that anyone can ever get into.But what makes me surprised,is the misinterpretation concerning love,rampant among the young hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not just a "Boyfriend-girlfriend" relationship! (By the way,the entire notion behind the bf-gf concept among todays's youth is ample enough to send a shiver down Adam-Eve's hearts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't gives the license to play with your lover's heart,emotions and life. Its certainly not just about sending perennial text messgaes to your so-called soulmate or, constantly buzzing him/her esp at the odd hours of the day.Its not about exchanging roses and love-letters,and keeping fake Karwachauths(yes,FAKE!!!) in lieu of getting expensive gifts in return from your so-called hubby-to-be. Its even more disgusting to see some foolish girls breaking the sanctity of this esteemed custom,without even knowing a speck about its essence.I believe,its no less than a sacrilage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about roaming hand in hand along the lake-side,just to exhibit a public display of your love.Its not about going for shopping together,expecting your lover to reimburse your extravagent bills.Its certainly not about checking out the fancy restraunts together, and then skimming through their fancy menu cards to lay hands on the most pocket-friendly platter.Its not about going on long drives playing ear-blasting music(in open jeeps,fancy cars) disrupting the traffic by rash driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is,Do we really need love at this stage of life.?&lt;br /&gt;Is it even required?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to go through the trauma of heartbreaks and breakups, at the very onset of teenage?&lt;br /&gt;By doing so,aren't we demeaning the sanctity of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,my answer to this would be,Yes. We certainly are depriving love of its natural charm and poise! It is really easy getting hooked with someone,but its inexplicably tougher to carry forward the relationship with a balanced amount of grace and dignity.In today's fast moving world,its not tough 'finding love',there are so many hungry hearts around ,yearning for love.But isn't it unfair,to get involved with someone,just for the sake of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you push yourself to love just about anyone or anybody who comes your comes your way? For what?&lt;br /&gt;Just to please your peers,or your so-called 'deserted soul',or,just to showcase yourself as an eye-candy for others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes life more tragic are,the abrupt decisions that we youngsters take in order to get rid of these relationships! No wonder,'break-ups' are the talk of the day.We find it so easy to put an end to these once-so-precious (now-not-so-precious) relationships,without even realising the consequences.Do we? Don't we?&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry,if my write-up causes displeasure to any of you reading this.I wrote this,keeping in mind a veri special friend, who is having a hard time,dealing with her 'break-up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie,don't loose hope.If He is the 'one',the 'One' meant for you, he would eventually come back or,rather you would give him a chance to prove his mettle.For the time being,let life take the best decision for both of you.Stop fretting over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its neither your Loss,nor his Gain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier,Time is the most potent healer in the entire Kayenaat.Give your relationship some time.Just let time slip by.Eventually,it would bring out the answers to all your queries!&lt;br /&gt;Let destiny and time weave their magic in your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5293454693152505052?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5293454693152505052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5293454693152505052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5293454693152505052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5293454693152505052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-matters.html' title='love matters ???'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1554250783655610812</id><published>2009-08-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:10:41.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days............</title><content type='html'>Here's the email that I wanted to be on my blog, to remind me once a while about these things -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days,&lt;br /&gt;WhenThe school reopened in June,&lt;br /&gt;And we settled in our new desksand benches!&lt;br /&gt;When we queued up in book depot,&lt;br /&gt;And got our new booksand notes!&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet&lt;br /&gt;managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt writing withslates and pencils, and&lt;br /&gt;Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!&lt;br /&gt;When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to&lt;br /&gt;Color pencils and finally sketch pens!When we started calculating&lt;br /&gt;first with tables and then with&lt;br /&gt;Clarke's tables and advanced to&lt;br /&gt;Calculators and computers!&lt;br /&gt;When we chased one another in the&lt;br /&gt;corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in sweat!When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,Playgrounds,&lt;br /&gt;under the trees and even in cycle sheds!&lt;br /&gt;When all the colors in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,&lt;br /&gt;Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!&lt;br /&gt;When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,&lt;br /&gt;And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!&lt;br /&gt;When few played 'kabadi' and 'Kho-Kho' in scorching sun,&lt;br /&gt;While others simply played'book cricket' in the Confines of classroom!&lt;br /&gt;Of fights but no conspiracies,&lt;br /&gt;Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!&lt;br /&gt;When few rushed at 2:15 to'Conquer' window seats in our School bus!&lt;br /&gt;While few others had 'Big Fun', 'peppermint' ,'kulfi', ' milk ice !' and 'sharbat !' at 4o Clock!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of Sports Day,and the annual School Day ,And the one-month long preparations for them.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of the stressful Quarterly,Half Yearly and Annual Exams,&lt;br /&gt; And the most enjoyed holidays after them!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of tenth and twelfth standards, when&lt;br /&gt;We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!&lt;br /&gt;We learnt,We enjoyed,We played,We won,We lost,We laughed,We cried,We fought,We thought.With so much fun in them, so many friends,&lt;br /&gt;So much experience, all this and more!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we usedto talk for hours with our friends!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't have time to say a `Hi'!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we played games on the road!Now weCode on the road with laptop!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we saw stars Shining at Night!&lt;br /&gt;Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!&lt;br /&gt;Now we chat in chat rooms.....!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where westudied just to pass!&lt;br /&gt;Now we study to save our job!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!&lt;br /&gt;!Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we shouted on the road!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't shout even at home&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we got lectures from all!&lt;br /&gt;Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!&lt;br /&gt;!Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;But not the memories, which will be&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;.....Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS...... ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1554250783655610812?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1554250783655610812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1554250783655610812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1554250783655610812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1554250783655610812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days............'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5751513012656966460</id><published>2009-07-16T21:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:07:54.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is something I have always believed in but could never put into the right words! And then came across this poem, which does absolute justice to my thoughts and it’s got to be here:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you find in others, is in you too.&lt;br /&gt;The faults you find in others are your faults as well.&lt;br /&gt;After all, to recognize something you must know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty you see around you is your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The world around you is a reflection, a mirror showing you the person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change your world, you must change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;To blame and complain will only make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you care about, is your responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;What you see in others shows you yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the best in others, and you will be your best.&lt;br /&gt;Give to others, and you give to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate beauty, and you will be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Admire creativity, and you will be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and you will be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Seek to understand, and you will be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Listen, and your voice will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Teach, and you will learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could meet all those people who made me go “MEE TOOO” in all that they wrote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5751513012656966460?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5751513012656966460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5751513012656966460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5751513012656966460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5751513012656966460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2009/07/true_16.html' title='true!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-4879775985002897659</id><published>2009-07-16T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:33:52.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so called friends ...........</title><content type='html'>I always thot frnds wr sumone whom u told everything bout urself.With whom u shared every little detail of ur lyf however small n unimportant.So wat will u do wen dis so called frnd tell your secrets to eveyone.....do trusting a frnd is of no use.....&lt;br /&gt;Well i dunno whr m goin wrng.weder other ppl hv diff definition of frndship.May be ppl  are  not trustworthy to tell them nything.But den why be my frnd.get lost i dont need ur fake frndship.I'll be widout frnds rather than having one who doesnt cares enough to tell my secrets to others.I dont want frnds with him i cant share my thougts as they will tell those to someone else. I dont need u guys.&lt;br /&gt;I wud better be alone than be wid u.&lt;br /&gt;I still dont understand how can sumbody be so insensitive or is it just the thinking ki "why d hell m telling these to someone else how does it even matter if she knws or nt."but it really hurts when u know someone has done that&lt;br /&gt;I dont knw whr m wrng in picking up frnds.Are frnds lyk dis only???&lt;br /&gt;M so angry ryt nw actually nt angry may be sad...n ya m crying too..n its nt coz  she is publising my life but its coz the thinking behind it.the feeling of being nothing to someone wen they means so much.I dont want to give so much imp to sumone to whom i dont even exist.&lt;br /&gt;I guess dat wt frnds r fr to make u feel depressed but wait a min i thot dey wr fr d opppsite thing i.e.to cheer u up wen u r sad.&lt;br /&gt;OH! I see nw whr m wrng.I guess i read all d wrng books heard all d wrng stories n knw xactly a diff meaning of frnship.I guess sumone told me dat earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But nw dat i knw wt real frnship is i dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be alone.....................&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone in my imginary world whr frndship means wt i think it means.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-4879775985002897659?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/4879775985002897659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=4879775985002897659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4879775985002897659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4879775985002897659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-called-friends.html' title='so called friends ...........'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-168227841343729376</id><published>2009-05-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:21:11.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i was a kid  again!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, how many times have you not heard this line from friends or just people around you &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . So its natural that even i get this thoughts some time or the other. Before you start thinking that i am becoming a lil bit nostalgic about the good old days, let me tell you the real reason why i have been getting this thought more now then ever before &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":cry:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . Today i was watching some news channel and there was this article about today’s young children and how they are so very “different” from the the past generation. And what caught my attention nearly made me jump out of my seat &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":cry:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  . There was this family being interviewed and they had a 11 year old daughter who believe it or not has a cell phone &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; . Then the reporter asked the mother whether her cell phone was costlier or her daughters. The mother laughed it off and told that her cell phone was “old” (It was about 6 months old &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  ) whereas her daughter has some latest sony ericsson model which cost the family a cool 20,000 bucks or so &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  . She even said that “aaj kal ke bacche kahan 8000-9000 ke cell phone mein khush rehte hai” &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  Well, this “bachha” who is blogging rite nw has a cell phone that is a year old .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This really made me think. Is it that the children are becoming more demanding or itz the parents who dont want their children being left out in this race to see that their child is no less then the next child.  i never got any pocket money as did most of my friends. We were supposed to ask when we needed anything &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":cry:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  . Whereas that girl got a weekly pocket money of 500 bucks &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  . I mean what in the world does a 11-12 year old have to do with 500 bucks a week??? &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; Makes me think that are the children today more street smart or were the children of my generation just too innocent (and dumb &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":lol:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doesnt a child’s growing up years which is supposed to be full of innocence, lost when he has things like play stations, video games, PC’s to play. Does anyone in this generation know what it is to play with the ghoda gaadis, hide and seek, dolls &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":mrgreen:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; ??? Am i just 2 old in my thinking or are today’s children just plain lucky then what we were???? Well, whatever the case maybe it just makes me think “Wish I was a kid again……” &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &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/2999235322451070010-168227841343729376?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/168227841343729376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=168227841343729376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/168227841343729376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/168227841343729376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-i-was-kid-again.html' title='wish i was a kid  again!!!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-3124243079547985125</id><published>2008-11-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:41:41.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you :)</title><content type='html'>this is a thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;For coming to my life,&lt;br /&gt;For making memories,&lt;br /&gt;For always being there.&lt;br /&gt;I've had many friends,&lt;br /&gt;although few this special.&lt;br /&gt;But there was never ever&lt;br /&gt;any competition.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the secrets we share&lt;br /&gt;but the way we care,&lt;br /&gt;That holds us dear.&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't easy to trust,&lt;br /&gt;to let go,&lt;br /&gt;but we are only insecure with&lt;br /&gt;people we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell u my fears&lt;br /&gt;with no second thought.&lt;br /&gt;Coz u always make me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;You always help me out.&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes is so bad,&lt;br /&gt;that the world&lt;br /&gt;just doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyoufor being there.&lt;br /&gt;I know i can come to you whenever&lt;br /&gt;I need youYou left me alone&lt;br /&gt;when I needed the space&lt;br /&gt;When I spoke,&lt;br /&gt;You listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not just pretended to hear,&lt;br /&gt;like the others.&lt;br /&gt;There were fights along the way,&lt;br /&gt;not many though.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we both know life is too good&lt;br /&gt;The goofy way we spend our time,&lt;br /&gt;I loved every second of it-&lt;br /&gt;the sleep overs,&lt;br /&gt;the comic book recipes,&lt;br /&gt;the pillow fights,&lt;br /&gt;the phone calls were fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize&lt;br /&gt;how much you're worth.&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Idiot, I missed you,&lt;br /&gt;You will be so dead&lt;br /&gt;If u don't come over tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I have so much crap to share"&lt;br /&gt;You know these words mean the same.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a day,&lt;br /&gt;Many years down the line,&lt;br /&gt;When we grow old,&lt;br /&gt;When we do lame(it wil be cool then)things together.&lt;br /&gt;Like complain in depth&lt;br /&gt;about our joint aches&lt;br /&gt;weird stuff like that(I can't guess right now)The memories will keep us together&lt;br /&gt;Till the endNo doubt.I don't know what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;if we wil stay together or not&lt;br /&gt;How stuff will turn out.But whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;this good old friend of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for youForever&lt;br /&gt;and ever more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-3124243079547985125?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/3124243079547985125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=3124243079547985125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3124243079547985125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3124243079547985125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='thank you :)'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-2233898262616680282</id><published>2008-10-09T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:45:15.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SO5tFTgTYiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JuXAS1i9tM0/s1600-h/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257753090482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SO5tFTgTYiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JuXAS1i9tM0/s400/17.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst thing about guys and career options is that there are always too many good ones to choose from, and ones which appeal to you the most are the least attractive to your parents!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is unfair to me, or I guess I am unfair to life. Most of the times I don’t know what I want, and at those times life gives me pleasant surprises and everything makes me happy. And when I know what I want, I might get things but they don’t make me/everyone happy, and I end up letting go of those very things I once wanted the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i read these lines somewhere ..and these words gave me support !!!&lt;br /&gt;“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-2233898262616680282?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/2233898262616680282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=2233898262616680282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2233898262616680282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2233898262616680282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/10/unfair.html' title='unfair!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SO5tFTgTYiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JuXAS1i9tM0/s72-c/17.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-2193907390159809295</id><published>2008-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:13:08.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cry!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Every time I'm left alone I cry. I've become a cry-baby.&lt;br /&gt; I guess I'm kinda glad it hasn't become a daily thing, but that's only cause I'm not alone everyday. A distraction is good, it's necessary. And the worst part is: time won't heal it.. it's the fact that, as time passes by, I'm going to feel like crying even more.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I'm sad, it's just that I miss too many things: I miss people, I miss objects, I miss foods, I miss sounds, I miss feelings, I miss.. the little things and the big things.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the worst feeling in the world, the missing will never stop.. unless it's replaced by something new.&lt;br /&gt; What is the opposite of two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely me, a lonely you. ~Richard Wilbur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-2193907390159809295?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/2193907390159809295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=2193907390159809295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2193907390159809295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2193907390159809295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cry.html' title='i cry!!!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-7742756097734236596</id><published>2008-09-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:04:29.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bluff life!!</title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated to a very special friend...don't knw if she needs it or not...but it is something i really want her to know!this one comes straight from the heart...just for her!&lt;br /&gt;i love to watch movies....n bluffmaster is one of my favourites....n many a times ive seen the whole movie over n over just for one particular scene...which goes like this...abhishek bachchan(roy in d movie) gets to know that hez gonna die in another 3 months by his doctor-boman irani...he is shaken...for obvious reasons!&lt;br /&gt;boman tells him a few things...which apart from givin abhishek a lesson in d movie...taught me a lesson of a lifetime too!dis is wat it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boman- "roy tumhe pata hai jab main chota tha...mere babuji mujhe cycle chalana sikhate the....wo cycle ko peeche se pakadte the aur mujhe bolte the chala beta....main bolta tha nahin babuji....main gir jaunga...wo bolte nahin beta tu chala...maine tujhe pakda hua hai...aur main chalta gaya...aur thodi der baad maine peeche mud kar dekha...to babuji nahin the....wo dur khade haath hila rahe the...aur roy main cycle chalana seekh gaya tha!!aaj meri ek beti hai....aur maine bhi use isi tarah cycle chalana sikhaya tha...wo bolti rahi...papa mat chodna aur main bolta raha haan beta....tu chala maine tujhe pakda hua hai....main bhagta raha aur ekdum se maine use chod dia....wo fir bhi chalati gai...aur jab usne mud k dekha...main door khada hath hila raha tha...wo cycle chalana seekh gai thi roy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mujhe wo sab din yaad hain....meri degree ka din...meri pehli naukri....meri pehli salary....jab meri shadi hui....jis din meri beti paida hui...shez d most prettiest grl on earth roy....jab usne pehli baar mujhe papa keh kar pukara...uska school ka pehla din....college ka pehla din....yahi sab din the jo meri zindagi ko zindagi banate hain!roy tum batao...tumhari umar kitni hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;abhishek: " 30 saal doc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boman: "30 saal me aise kitne din the jo tumhari zindagi ko zindagi banate hain??wo school ka pehla din...coll ka pehla din...tumhari pehli girlfriend...ur first kiss....jab tumhe pehli baar pyar hua....tumhari pehli naukri....pehli salary.....batao roy aise kitne din the??10...20...30!30 saal ki zindagi me bas 30 din!!!wahi 30 din tumhari zindagi ko zindagi banate hain!aur ab tumhare paas 90 din bache hain....tum chaho to inhe rote rote guzaar sakte ho....ya fir in 90 dino mein...tum 3 zindagian ji sakte ho!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it awesome....made me want to live a 100 lives in one!u too can bluff life...cheat on it....by still livin it to d fullest...even if it din't giv u much to dance about!u can mould it d way u want to!n i hope you will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-7742756097734236596?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/7742756097734236596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=7742756097734236596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/7742756097734236596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/7742756097734236596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/09/bluff-life.html' title='bluff life!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-456114760739107860</id><published>2008-08-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:20:30.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>i was scanning my college days photographs ......i started recalling my initial days of college .first year of engineering. life was so different at that time . memories of ragging, engineering drawing ,civil practicals,group task,hostel life ,bad food ,new friends,crushes,at the same time there was something which i dont want to recall and once the college gets over i was happy that somethings will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;this blog is about a friend of mine ...who has been one of my good friends then changed to be the best friend of mine, then eventually into a not so very good pal and finally ending with a very bad note.Yes, my once best friend turned foe in these four years . Thats what has been my college life. no matter how much I tried covering up. this was the truth that we are not friends now and what left between us is the silence.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy that there  wont be anymore confrontations, no more uncomfortable glares, no more negative vibes. It has finally come to an end. I wonder how in such a short span of time, a good friendship can brittle into insignificant pieces of distrust and hate. I wonder how two people, who at one point of time were the best they could understand each other suddenly turn the worst enemies one can deal with. is this so called friendship a farce?&lt;br /&gt;No. and Im pretty confident about it since I have people, who have stood against me through thick and thin. then what is it that almost blurred my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that may be this is what we call as living alternate lives. May be my sour friendship was ment to be sour no matter how much I try and safegaurd it. Certainly at that time i was  incapable of judging whats good and whats bad for me, but what I do feel as years passby that they defintly have the capability to mend broken relations. which I badly failed. All those unanswered questions still remain unanswered. because at no condition neither he nor I would be in a condition to reason them. in that way guess goodbye is the only way sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long that Iv dreamt, how good it would have been if we could still pull each others leg and joke about each others tantrums, how good it would have been if still we could have argued over nonsensical discussions regarding why girls are better than boys, how good it wud have been if we both cud have had that anti soda and discussing life, how good it wud have been if we both cud have just talked!&lt;br /&gt;As said somethings are better left forgotten, I hope someday I would fathom what is that one mistake that bridge two people so far that they never can face each other. so that in future I would never leave myself with unanswered questions. so that I would never lose on all those who someday meant to me more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those memories of us together ....... are just memories. and how I still wonder that whether I should cherish that golden past or live this hurt felt present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hope you reach for the stars" we scribbled on to some piece of paper when we both were best of buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As yesterday, even today I hope the same for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-456114760739107860?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/456114760739107860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=456114760739107860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/456114760739107860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/456114760739107860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-274077123972401567</id><published>2008-08-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:39:34.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the loop</title><content type='html'>Ever since i became weird i remember i kept on entangling myself in "the loop".&lt;br /&gt;the question is why?&lt;br /&gt;and the answer is more simpler..&lt;br /&gt;Iv been trying to get everything and anything that life offered me....nd my desires knew no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;one after the other i kept on getting deeper and deeper inside "the loop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes letting people know that Im not actually what they think of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes holding on to past so badly that few special moments which "every sane person" would call special, dont fly by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just waiting to happen something good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one after the other i got deeper n deeper n deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after whole 5 years I have an opinion about this feeling which im sure many share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the Loop, Break Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop waiting for life to happen, make life happen.&lt;br /&gt;Stop wait to let people understand, Give a Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Stop living the "past", live the "present".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short know that to "you", till you die, "you" will remain the most important person to yourself. with ofcourse exception to all those people you refer as "close"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Loop has no end, One has to cut the chord and live beyond boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose, before others leave no option for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-274077123972401567?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/274077123972401567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=274077123972401567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/274077123972401567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/274077123972401567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-loop.html' title='in the loop'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-4734421851695792989</id><published>2008-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:52:39.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories......</title><content type='html'>am feeling slightly blue this morning. missing a friend of mine who's gone away to, well, a 'place of no return'. hehehe. by that i mean the big U.S. of A. most people are lying when they say that they'll come back from the US. because most people can't come back from 'the land of opportunity'. especially back to a country like india, where u have to fight for every bit of ur share of ur rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend was a really good friend of mine. don't know if i can call him one of my closest friends so let's leave it at that, a really good friend. i used to get along so brilliantly with him. he was the person with whom i used to talk about the silliest things in the world. miss all the crazy conversations we used to have. maybe its just me but i got the feeling that he sort of drifted away a little bit right before he left. don't know whether it was concious or..i don't know....it doesn't even matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember feeling quite disoriented for a period of time right before college. everything was different. things weren't in my control anymore. life was, in a sense, 'spiralling out of control'. that sounds terribly melodramatic, but that was the way i felt then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel the same any longer. but things are different. i'm no longer in that coccoon of security i was in a couple of months back. college is screwing me bad(partially my fault coz i'm not studying), and my friends arent with me anymore(i'm talking strictly in the phyiscal sense, that they arent around everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i know this is a phase. i'm gonna make friends in collge, i'll get used to studying blah blah blah. but it won't be the same. its like stepping into someone else's life, and starting again from scratch. and that is the part which is the most discomfitting. the fact that my life till two months back will have no connection whatsoever with my new life. and also terribly sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-4734421851695792989?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/4734421851695792989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=4734421851695792989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4734421851695792989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/4734421851695792989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='memories......'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-6925433389508199565</id><published>2008-07-27T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:48:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are not just books........mah life</title><content type='html'>As i was packing my bags for going to hostel...dere were numerous thoughts dat crossed my mind with d speed of light- Friends, home,ti ,poha jalebi.,sgsits, Books, Notes, Collection of Movies, reliance to reliance free calling,cat preparation,test preparation,dance parties ,and d list is just endless..i cn go on n on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i decided to take all my books along...i m a bit posessive about dem...i may never ever read dem again, bt i love my books...yeah dats strange...bt i do.The books i m referring to here were mostly d ones which had seen light only during late nite sessions of study during exam time when dey had to suffer being put in all ackward positions and sometimes i even slept on them.That ws d tym wen i n everyone else wanted to get rid of books asap...waiting despratley for exams to end so dat dey could be bidden farewell and we all could njoy d party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But realising dat their time is over and i may not need dese books nemore makes me emotional about dem to an extent dat i carry many of them frm indore to nagpur  n dats quite an exercise, dat 2 a tough one!!! They remind me of the times wen these particular books had significance...D time i cooked up every excuse to stay away from a particular book or how i could not get a single word wt ws written in it until d last day of d exam or how i managed to complete an assignment...all copy-paste done from d book!&lt;br /&gt;Just as i managed to pack all my books in a big large bag,which was already as heavy as my heart since it was time to finally leave indore....i found one of my notebooks staring at me from behind the pile of books. It was noticible, coz notebooks r the rarer species dese days...All d books and photocopied notes from other books, e-boooks and of course God Google r more noticible and notebooks r becoming extinct...Dere diminishing numbers day by day forced me to grab d one i had just seen, n open it to examine its contents. It was d latest one i had, wid 5th sem engineering on it below my Good name...Nostalgia returned as soon as i saw dose words...memories and more memories...and i thought i dare not open it for d fear of my eyes already feeling wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i m nt much afraid of tears and i allow dem to flow freely. Overcoming d initial reluctance, i opened it. It had five partitions for 5 subjects,200 pages in all. I had tried to take down notes during classes during the initial days of the semster,,, but as d 1st two weeks were coming to an end...dis notebook had turned into a more of a fun resource during boring lectures...All it had was comments about other people's hair styles and dress,some latest gossip tit bits, comments on how boring dis lecture was...dat i could teach better dan wt d lecturer was doing, queries about how much time was left,,,or some imp pieces of info dat had to be delivered to shikha dis very moment coz i could nt wait for d class to end...&lt;br /&gt;Dat unimportant notebook i used during d 5th sem suddenly was something i wanted so badly to take wid me...it had so many strings of memories attached to it...it had taken me back memory lane as soon as i saw d cover page..n wt effect when i flipped through the pages...day to day events were unfolding behind my eyes as i turned the pages...dat sound of flipping the pages was a familiar one...even it had a musical effect to my ears now and to my amusement it was naratting my own story !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i managed to squeeze it into my already overloaded bag...and here it is right now,,,,lying on my lap...reminding me of d good ol days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-6925433389508199565?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/6925433389508199565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=6925433389508199565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/6925433389508199565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/6925433389508199565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-not-just-booksmah-life_27.html' title='these are not just books........mah life'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-2851866377863234351</id><published>2008-06-16T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:14:04.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SFZIRMV13PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0iIaN4BU1dw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212433078935739634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SFZIRMV13PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0iIaN4BU1dw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People Always Leave” … “But sometimes they come back”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if they do. We had been best friends for about 10 years. Our relationship was marked by the best of greeting cards and friendship bands on friendship day (I remember she used to keep aside the best one for me :)), unending phone calls talking about just everything possible; regular messages; constant giggles in the classroom; birthday nights and outings spent together. There was probably no reason we could fight over. My thinking matched hers. We were very much similar…sharing the same set of emotional ups and downs. I always thought the phrase&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt; ‘Friends For Life’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was meant for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was for 1o years.&lt;br /&gt;Today our relationship is almost lost. Our thoughts and principles do not match. An ego is there between our friendship.No more outings. No more cards. We hardly exchange text messages. And even if we do, they are just the forwarded ones. Once in a while I get these messages from her that leave me wondering if that particular message is intended to make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I would ever agree with this statement.&lt;br /&gt; Does it mean a friend has to support your moves even when you are going the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A friend is one who brings out the best in you, not the one who blindly gives you the nod at everything you do. I dint walk out of her world though. i just want her best but she dont want to understand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, I still have that soft corner for her and will always have for shez best friend of mine. I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be one of those out of sight, out of mind relationships. i am waiting one day she will come back........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-2851866377863234351?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/2851866377863234351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=2851866377863234351' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2851866377863234351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2851866377863234351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-friends.html' title='best friends......'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/SFZIRMV13PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0iIaN4BU1dw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-385771992940540731</id><published>2008-06-16T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:39:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telepathy ???</title><content type='html'>Believe in telepathy? I do.&lt;br /&gt;It has worked between my masi and me. When I think of calling her up, I get her call before I can even start to dial the number. Its amusing and nice. The reverse has also happened many times. Only many times.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one person with whom it works out everytime. Let's call him A.&lt;br /&gt;A and I have been friends for 6 years now. Ever since we became friends, I have noticed that I get a call from him everytime my mood is messed up badly.&lt;br /&gt;One tear in my eye and my phone rings. His call. It feels like I'm being watched. He himself has never been the reason for my messed up mood, till we were together that is. We later uh.. had to go our separate ways .......but kept in touch and remained good friends. We kept in touch less often than earlier, obviously, but even then, everytime I was low, that phone call never failed to come.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my not so happy moods of mine for sometime..This time, I'd have preferred not to get that phone call. But the phone rang, just when I was feeling horribly lonely. It was A. He asked about my health, life (!!!), people in my life (yeah he knows them all), asked me when I was free to meet him. For once, this attempt of his to comfort me was very unwelcome. And I am in no mood to meet him even if it means having good company for a while. My college friends can be good company too. I am not looking for replacements dammit! Uh.. I'm just being wary, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it remains a mystery. How does he come to know each time that I am low? He did it once when I was all tears after a bad argument with a close friend, when my professor scold me for project , when I once felt like trash,cat exam nd results, makes me all nervous and tensed... uncountable instances when he has sensed me sulking. How? Just how does that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-385771992940540731?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/385771992940540731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=385771992940540731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/385771992940540731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/385771992940540731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/06/telepathy.html' title='telepathy ???'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5474759958546323265</id><published>2008-06-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:52:31.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile.:)</title><content type='html'>Smooth wide road has beautiful trees along it. Trees with yellow leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Trees planted at equal distances, and it seemed they have grown&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DNuLtGGF1OI/R6lSSoEDdUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QVdT_Ua4AYM/s1600-h/University.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in a symmetry. When you see the road ahead,&lt;br /&gt;through the yellow leaves you see the light blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;It has paths built along the road, for people to walk.&lt;br /&gt;The college is all full of colours. Somewhere with flowers and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;and at places wit vibrant students.&lt;br /&gt;She walks on the path along the road. She walks with firm steps.&lt;br /&gt;A face as charming and fresh as dew drops on petals. But the face&lt;br /&gt;carries an air on it too. Air that is different from the air outside it.Air which defines a new ,&lt;br /&gt;her own world inside it.She carries a backpack and her hair are tied firmly. Right behind her&lt;br /&gt;is a guy walking. He is trying to catch up with her. Finally he reaches,and walks right along her.&lt;br /&gt;He: "So which department teaches you to carry attitude like this?"&lt;br /&gt;She:" Which department teaches you to poke your nose in other's business?"&lt;br /&gt;He: " Engineering, Computer engineering.&lt;br /&gt;They have nothing to teach us, so I poke my nose like this."&lt;br /&gt;She: " But they certainly teach us how to poke clip noses which poke in to much."&lt;br /&gt;He: "What a pleasure it would be for my nose,&lt;br /&gt;if you do it with your hands."&lt;br /&gt;She: "I am not impressed with you shooters,&lt;br /&gt;if that is what you are trying to do."&lt;br /&gt;He: " I know that well, So I am not trying."&lt;br /&gt;(with a straight face) " Coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;She: " Thank you! But I can have it on my own."&lt;br /&gt;He: " Sure...me too! I would just sit along you."&lt;br /&gt;" And did I tell you are really more beautiful than you actually think you are.."&lt;br /&gt;She: " And did I tell you are not as smart as you think you are."&lt;br /&gt;He: "Am I much more than that too.."&lt;br /&gt;(shrugs)&lt;br /&gt;She: ( Looks...)&lt;br /&gt;(Raises her eyebrow)..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......(And suddenly, out of nowhere, SMILES! A wide smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5474759958546323265?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5474759958546323265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5474759958546323265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5474759958546323265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5474759958546323265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='smile.:)'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-2447288050803753165</id><published>2008-06-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:35:09.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baarish</title><content type='html'>Station ke bahar pakode ki khushboo aaye,&lt;br /&gt;Chapre ke neeche garam masaaledaar chai!&lt;br /&gt;Phurrr se baarish hui shuru,&lt;br /&gt;Dhunde toh dekha, chatri nahi laaye!&lt;br /&gt;Jhijak ke do minute soche,&lt;br /&gt;Phir bedhadaas paani mein nahaaye!&lt;br /&gt;Woh geeli mitti ki khushboo,&lt;br /&gt;Woh garam bhutte ka swaad,&lt;br /&gt;Without fail dilade barsaat ki yaad!&lt;br /&gt;Kapde ho gaye kharab,&lt;br /&gt;Naale se badboo aaye,&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi yeh baarish maan ko bhaa jaaye!&lt;br /&gt;Khao chappan pe bhaaji pau,&lt;br /&gt; pani puri ko mat bhulao,&lt;br /&gt;Ghar pe coffee aur gaane,&lt;br /&gt;Bahar garajti kadakti barsaat,&lt;br /&gt;Aise bhi, kuch apne dil ko lubhaaye!&lt;br /&gt;Alag rangon mein,&lt;br /&gt;Alag dhangon se,&lt;br /&gt;Jaise bhi ho...&lt;br /&gt;Baarish mein mazaa toh sabko aaye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-2447288050803753165?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/2447288050803753165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=2447288050803753165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2447288050803753165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/2447288050803753165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/06/baarish.html' title='baarish'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-3419486417369467073</id><published>2008-05-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:55:31.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps.......</title><content type='html'>perhaps the world will fall tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps il be wet in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the wind wont blow my hair&lt;br /&gt;perhaps il leave ur love untamed!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the evening wont be that dark..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the stars wont shine for me&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the hour hand would stop untold&lt;br /&gt;perhaps il loose in this lovers game!&lt;br /&gt;so all the time that im gone&lt;br /&gt;perhaps u'l not remember me...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps u wont try and forgive&lt;br /&gt;perhaps il be lost again!in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;so keep my heartsave it for the after life&lt;br /&gt;keep my breath untill we meet&lt;br /&gt;let my memories live in u&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we will meet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-3419486417369467073?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/3419486417369467073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=3419486417369467073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3419486417369467073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/3419486417369467073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/05/perhaps.html' title='perhaps.......'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-833098930017476675</id><published>2008-05-25T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:22:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you (thnks for our friendship this is dedicated to you ne)</title><content type='html'>There have been times when I’ve yelled at you for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Still what I heard was a voice patient and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;Times when I’ve been too demanding…or commanding like a master&lt;br /&gt;Still u motivated me to try harder and faster!&lt;br /&gt;And times still, when like a fool I did something stupid or silly&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then turned to you to guide me through, to make amends for my folly.&lt;br /&gt;There’ve been times and times, when I’ve cried for support&lt;br /&gt;And you have lent it to me, selflessly, without too much effort.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you do this…and do this all the time&lt;br /&gt; Each time I get worried, you make my life sublime!&lt;br /&gt;You give me the hope to live, and the courage to fight&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of the mornings, so that I live through the night&lt;br /&gt;U touch my soul with your kindness, you make me feel U are there…&lt;br /&gt;And each time you do all this, it just goes to show “You care!”&lt;br /&gt;I keep on making mistakes, asking you for help&lt;br /&gt;And you never refuse me, or shout, ignore, or yell!&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been a friend who’s held my hand in rough&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; How much ever I try, I can never do enough…&lt;br /&gt;No I cannot dream of being able to return the favour&lt;br /&gt;I guess your friendship is something I can at best worship&lt;br /&gt; and savourAll I can do perhaps, is to pray God&lt;br /&gt; to give all my happiness to you&lt;br /&gt;And on my part, I’ve just 2 words to say-THANK YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-833098930017476675?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/833098930017476675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=833098930017476675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/833098930017476675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/833098930017476675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-thnks-for-our-friendship-this.html' title='thank you (thnks for our friendship this is dedicated to you ne)'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1523409849560654601</id><published>2008-05-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:02:59.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maa.....</title><content type='html'>You shared the world of diamonds with me..&lt;br /&gt;even when I wasnt worth one..&lt;br /&gt;you made my value&lt;br /&gt;my worth..me precious.&lt;br /&gt;even when I was all undone..&lt;br /&gt;your shared that wind of fury&lt;br /&gt;all that iv dared and lost...&lt;br /&gt;even when the world seemed dark&lt;br /&gt;you shared your light to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;today if the sunrays are hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;.more than the pain you have shared...&lt;br /&gt;all those times that i wasnt true&lt;br /&gt;its more than i ever cared..&lt;br /&gt;.so I share my shadow..&lt;br /&gt;when you feel the heat..&lt;br /&gt;I share my freedom&lt;br /&gt;for You never to defeat..&lt;br /&gt;I share my value...&lt;br /&gt;I share my strength..&lt;br /&gt;I'l share my soul on rent&lt;br /&gt;and one fine day&lt;br /&gt;when U I be the Glory&lt;br /&gt;winner and the story of all that iv done&lt;br /&gt;il be your life until my end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the very end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1523409849560654601?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1523409849560654601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1523409849560654601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1523409849560654601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1523409849560654601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/05/maa.html' title='maa.....'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5986644263439567409</id><published>2008-04-15T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:55:03.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amajed!</title><content type='html'>You know when i first heard of the song "Aaja mahiya" from the film "Fiza", I thought the lyricist had a very sick sense of romance... I actually thought the words were .. " Aa thook maloo main tere haathon mein.." Now why would Hrithik want to smear his spit on Neha's hands??? Whenever i hear my friends say it was their favourite song, I thought they were so weird. Much later I realised it was actually "Aa DHOOP maloo main tere haathon mein.."&lt;br /&gt;again while listeining the song "meri kahani"by atif from its latest album "meri kahani".i thought the lyrics were "pariyon ke desh mein jaa kar nahana".....i was amajed that how can someone go to pariyon ke desh for bathing....then i realized it was "pariyon ke desh mein jaa kar na aana...."oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5986644263439567409?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5986644263439567409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5986644263439567409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5986644263439567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5986644263439567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/04/amajed.html' title='amajed!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1156517267975536965</id><published>2008-04-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:06:01.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crush!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>cute ,looking boy, hair falling on his face, drop dead gorgeous smile, always surrounded by lots of frenz... yes, such was the guy I had my first crush on... way back in school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an amazing feeling to have a crush on someone! You wanna start you day looking at him, your heart is thrilled when he looks at you, and more so when he smiles! You are totally floored if he comes to talk to you, or gives importance to you by spending lunch time with you instead of his frenz.You eye him surreptitiously, wondering if he is looking at you. When he answers in class, you look up at him dreamily and proudly. your copies are full of hearts with your and his initials, and so is your desk: full of scratches and scribbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear from someone he was talking about you, your happiness knows no bounds. An electric shock runs down your body when he accidentally brushes against you, shakes your hand, or holds it during some sport/event etc. (or winks with a naughty grin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go an extra 100 miles to hang out with, talk to or help him. You consciously keep checkin your appearance in the mirror, hoping your clothes and hair look fine, and you look cute enough!Listening to his voice is heavenly. You run to receive every call that comes, and wait by the phone impatiently for hours if you are expecting his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you hear about rumours of you having a crush on him, you feign surprise or anger, but are secretly thrilled, especially if he doesnt mind! You leave anonymous notes and cards for him, and think all sweet anonymous cards/notes for you are from him. (Who else could it be? ;))&lt;br /&gt;In true bollywood style, you have already started to think you are in love and will marry him. You imagine being Mrs XYZ, dream up your future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one fine day you see him walking hand in hand with another girl. At first you dismiss her as another friend. But then you see them kissing at the end of class. That is when your heart breaks with a clatter, and you wake up to reality and get back to your mundane life. Swearing you will never indulge in all this crap again..&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough, this really sweet and cute guy comes along... he is a new guy in school, all lost. And who should he come to for help? You of course! His killer smile and the twinkle in his eyes take your breath away.. and your heart skips a beat... There you go again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1156517267975536965?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1156517267975536965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1156517267975536965' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1156517267975536965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1156517267975536965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/04/crush.html' title='crush!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-573142778076794887</id><published>2008-03-28T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:31:04.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wierd people!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I met this old friend of mine recently, actually been running into a lot of old friends lately. And I find something really odd.&lt;br /&gt;The conversations go kind of like this. (Me is me and friend is my friend, for the not-so-bright :P)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heyyyy! How u ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hiiii! Me good, how u?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am good too. So whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Not much. Jus the usual. Hanging out with friends n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aaahh! I know, same here.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So then? What else?Me: Not much actually.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So where u headed now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: gonna meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Friends or one special friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey  just friends .&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh, still single eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??!!&lt;br /&gt;What a silly question? I mean just tell me, what would be a good response to that?! Why? WHY am I single? Now, why SHOULDN'T I be single??? Though that kind of question is completely normal, I wonder how their reaction would be if I ask them back something similar&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why means... ummmm just not looking. U?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh ok. Me committed .&lt;br /&gt;Me: why?&lt;br /&gt;U think I should start doing that? :-?Yeah, thats not normal. Why? Because its normal that a person is in a relation. And its assumed that they are in love. Never mind that there could be a variety of reasons behind that, just for fun, no strings attached, serious, super-serious, in love but for the moment, just like the other n not really looking for a future and so on. If its obvious that a person is in a relation because they are in love(but like i said NEED not be) then isnt it obvious that a person is not in a relation because they are NOT in love??Weird people I tell u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-573142778076794887?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/573142778076794887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=573142778076794887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/573142778076794887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/573142778076794887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/wierd-people.html' title='wierd people!!!!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5042497778689232623</id><published>2008-03-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:23:43.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>few of my favourite things!!!!!</title><content type='html'>these are a few of my favourite things... some sights, sounds, smells, tastes, feelings... some of them i have experienced, some of them i havent, but would love to. thay are not in any order... i kept writing as and when a thot caFood, at a weddingme to my mind... what are some of your favourite things? do lemme know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching "Maine Pyar Kiya" one more time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food, at a wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A long distance call&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smell of mud when it rains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your best friend's shoulder when u need to cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your best friend/you yourself in love! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunrise/sunset colours &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rippling waters of the ocean/calm lake&lt;br /&gt;waves splashing on your feet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birds flying in a formation over the horizon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dewdrops on plants in the morning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking on the wet grass barefeet early morning/late night &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful colours of flowers / butterflies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voice of cuckoos, dancing peacocks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kittens/puppies playing with each other... in fact all baby animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smile of a baby... or a sleeping baby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cute lil toddlers wearing cute shoes n dresses, running around, shrieking with laughter! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toothless smile of the old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunlight streaming in teh room late afternoon/ moonlight late night.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of your favourite dish, just when you are damn hungry! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding money unexpectedly in your old jeans pocket &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;running into your old long lost friend and realising that you can still pick up from where you started &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a sweet smile or compliment from a stranger &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your guy unconsciouslyholding your hand while you both are crossing a road &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no queues!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a song dedicated to you on tv/radio &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soeone calling/messaging/mailing just to say they miss ya &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone admitting they have a crush on you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mountains covered with flowers! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scooping up snow in your hand &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathing in the rain, then having hot tea and samosas! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the feel of a baby's skin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing weight, however little! ;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earning your first salary, and getting gifts for your loved ones &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being proposed in public, unexpectedly, with the guy down on his knees, a ring in hand... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walkin on the beach at night, barefoot, in teh moonlight &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sound of the bell announcing the end of day at school/college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aloo parathas,pav bhaji and all ur favourite dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting on the couch, with your legs propped up on the table, with a pack of popcorns and a glass of chilled pepsi, watching your fav movie!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winning a contest, game, lottery.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your best friend's / your own wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5042497778689232623?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5042497778689232623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5042497778689232623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5042497778689232623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5042497778689232623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='few of my favourite things!!!!!'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1469209485974229744</id><published>2008-03-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:51:21.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>touch wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How many of us are there who have never used this term? None? I thought so... You see, we humans, in spite of being the supremely intelligent creatures we are, cannot help but be superstitious about some or the other thing at some point in life. The other day when I was thinking about this, I thought of asking around, what people believe in.Some common beliefs which most of know, if not follow, are:&lt;br /&gt;1.Do not go out during an eclipse&lt;br /&gt;2.Dont walk under a ladder against a wall&lt;br /&gt;3.Do not take the path which has been crossed by a cat, esp a black one!&lt;br /&gt;4.Do not cut nails, comb hair at nite&lt;br /&gt;5.dont purchase steel items, oil, black clothes etc on saturday&lt;br /&gt;6.If someone sneezes just as you are leaving the doorstep to go out, your day will be ruined&lt;br /&gt;7.Dont wash hair/clothes, consume Non Veg food on a particular day (differs from culture to culture)&lt;br /&gt;8.Dont use scissors in air, or give someone a knife; it creates fights&lt;br /&gt;9.Order of wearing shoes, or taking them off; which foot to keep out first when leaving home etc is important&lt;br /&gt;10.teen tigade kaam bigade!&lt;br /&gt;11.trisdekaphobia!!! No - 13!!&lt;br /&gt;12.Dont keep footwear near head when sleeping on teh floor; wash feet before sleeping; else you will get nightmares&lt;br /&gt;13.Aankh fadakna (can be both good and bad, depends on which one is fadakoing!)&lt;br /&gt;14.Repeated howling of dogs means death in house&lt;br /&gt;15.Veseels falling, crow crowing outside means visitors coming (crows also make wishes come true)&lt;br /&gt;16.When you bite your tongue while eating means some has just abused you .. while some believe it means you will get delicious food soon!! (I would rather believe the second interpretation!! :))&lt;br /&gt;17.Fallen eyelashes or Buddhi ke baal (seeds getting dispersed) fulfil wishes!!&lt;br /&gt;18.Bury broken tooth, or keep inder pillow for money from tooth fairy (aka mum n dad!)&lt;br /&gt;19.Spilling salt or breaking mirrors means bad luckSome interesting and unfamiliar ones include&lt;br /&gt;20.Keep the doors open much after 6:30-7 PM : at that time Laxhmi aayegi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever it is, we are really good at coming up with some really awesome ideas, logics for doing and not doing some things. Some beliefs may actually be doing good, like keeping a vrat may actually cleanse your system... no junk for one day may actually do good! Also not cutting nails etc at nite may have come around to ensure cleanliness?? Same goes for washing feet before sleeping!But some beliefs are are like obstacles.. Have come across situations when some people were sick but they were not given adequate treatment as they were thot to be affected by spirits.. and they died! Stupid, harmless superstitions are ok, but some totally illogical and dangerous beliefs and rituals can be fatal; be it the ritual of shooting in air during a marriage (in one instance the groom himself was shot dead by mistake), or sacrifice girl child to satisfy gods (arising more from the various biases our society suffers from!).... the list is endless!High time we separate the harmless beliefs from teh harmful ones, and make a wise choice in deciding what to believe, for the betterment of all humankind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1469209485974229744?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1469209485974229744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1469209485974229744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1469209485974229744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/1469209485974229744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/touch-wood.html' title='touch wood'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5441782792350322315</id><published>2008-03-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:14:33.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>samay...</title><content type='html'>`tik tik karti ghadi ke sang&lt;br /&gt;ek ek pal yeh beeta jaye&lt;br /&gt;mere sundar spne,&lt;br /&gt;woh mere pyare apne&lt;br /&gt;saath yeh leta jayee&lt;br /&gt;jaise iski sui hai badti&lt;br /&gt;waise hi meri dhadkan&lt;br /&gt;ruk jayee toh tham jayee sab&lt;br /&gt;jo na ruke toh phir maran hai!&lt;br /&gt;samay ke is bhavar mein&lt;br /&gt;yeh fasta hua mera mann&lt;br /&gt;phir yaad kare hain ab&lt;br /&gt;woh beeta hua har pal&lt;br /&gt;woh milna yun ajnabiyo ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;odhe sahmi hi muskan hooton par&lt;br /&gt;woh anjaan koshish jaane ki,&lt;br /&gt;samjhne ki ek duje ki chahte&lt;br /&gt;woh choti choti batein&lt;br /&gt;woh pyari pyari batein ,&lt;br /&gt;ghir aati hai badlo ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;ankhon ke is neele gagan par&lt;br /&gt;mano betab ho saavan&lt;br /&gt;aaj phir jhoomkar barasne ko&lt;br /&gt;woh k ka roothna,phir duje ka manana&lt;br /&gt;kisie ka hasna,kisie ka rona&lt;br /&gt;bina kisie kam ghanto&lt;br /&gt;phir canten mein phokatana!&lt;br /&gt;woh maa se jhagadkar tiffin jaldie banwana&lt;br /&gt;college aate hi sabko menu batana&lt;br /&gt;phir chupke se kisie ek ka&lt;br /&gt;bag se tiffin churana aur bakiyon ko chidana&lt;br /&gt;kaise bhoolenge yeh pal,na bhool payenge yeh pal&lt;br /&gt;har roj kisie dost se choti si baat par jhagadna&lt;br /&gt;tum galat mein sahi dono ka is baat par adna&lt;br /&gt;phir dono ka agle hi pal saath mein kehna&lt;br /&gt;chal chod chai pila de mein galat tu sahi&lt;br /&gt;har saans mein base yeh pal,na choot payenge yeh pal&lt;br /&gt;woh ankhon ki nami&lt;br /&gt;kisie ke behte aanson mein badalna&lt;br /&gt;bin bole koi shabad ek duje ki baat ko samajhna&lt;br /&gt;woh ek ke pass dil duje ke pass dimag hona&lt;br /&gt;mano do jism mein ek jaan hona&lt;br /&gt;kaise reh payenge hum,yun na jee payenge hum&lt;br /&gt;woh apni hi tarif mein kisie ka magan hona&lt;br /&gt;bade hi pyar se har shararat ko sehna&lt;br /&gt;gusse mein bhie muskurakar har baat ko sunna&lt;br /&gt;na kabhie apni mushkil batana&lt;br /&gt;par gam humara har janana&lt;br /&gt;badi hi samjhdarise usse suljhana&lt;br /&gt;kaise has payenge hum, abna muskura payenge hum&lt;br /&gt;kahan se layenge woh haath jinmein haath dale ghoomte the&lt;br /&gt;ho is duniya se anjaan, jaise apna ho poora aasman&lt;br /&gt;na darr kisie ka&lt;br /&gt;bas santushti hai ki saath saath hai hum aaj&lt;br /&gt;woh kandha kahan se layehnge,rakhkar jispar sir apna&lt;br /&gt;ho jaata tha bade se bada gam beasar&lt;br /&gt;na logon ki khabar ,na baton ka darr&lt;br /&gt;bas vishwas hai ki saath hai ek hum safarkahan jaakar bahayngeyeh aanson&lt;br /&gt;andar hi andar pathar ban jayenge yeh aanson&lt;br /&gt;tumhari yadon se in par ibadat likhenge hum&lt;br /&gt;tumhe bhool jaye aisa ho ,usse pehle samay ko ruk denge hum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit goes to krishnam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5441782792350322315?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5441782792350322315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5441782792350322315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5441782792350322315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5441782792350322315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/tik-tik-karti-ghadi-ke-sang-ek-ek-pal.html' title='samay...'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-1854834083760603751</id><published>2008-03-07T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:44:30.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everlasting memories........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R9InlRydj6I/AAAAAAAAABI/CcOR3qC0gFk/s1600-h/eac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175242443185819554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R9InlRydj6I/AAAAAAAAABI/CcOR3qC0gFk/s320/eac1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life moves on...n so do u....along wid it !!!The people surounding you have changed...The people who use to affect your life are no more around....bt u wll find new companions on their place...Is dis is wat life means???Those school days...those punishments...havin lunch while da classes are going on...cheating in da exms...oppss i mean to make my friends cheat...lolzzzzzzz..**sshh...teacher slap**.....is no longer i can feel!!Is dis wat life shows???The pampering from my parents...those evenin wid my friendzz in da play ground...playin hide n seek..., those powercuts nite...we use to spend together...shouting all over da street...lolzz....Still remember da days...those pranks...**.most of dem were played ovr me...**...those crank calls....discussing abt the 1st crush...1st Bf......awaradirgi wid all my frndzz....planing for stupids things...**sshh...like ordering pizza on frnds home**....I miss dose days..!!Those silly mistakes and den lying to parents...ven caught by dem...keep givin excuses....**damm so silly** ( i still laugh remembering dat time...)...n now it feels how can we b so silly yaar....those phone calls n den caught by my mom ---"kisse baat kar rai thi"..uuff..!!...lolzz..still miss dose days..!!Those treats..parties...bunkin coachings...wid a new excuse daily to get my kinetic...jus to roam around...lolzz..those get together at my home...My Bday celebrations....lots of fun...daning...roamin....dat udham masti...ven parents were out..hehe...miss it all..!!Few of dose days were da worst days on my life...bt now ven lookin back to dem.....dey seems da best days of my life...I still miss all my friendss...all those pranks...**sabne bahut parehsna kiya tha mujhe..bahut bewakoof banaya tha**..2day i m missin dem a lots....so i thought to share all da masti i did wid u all...:)..becoz 2day ven i miss dem..i find u ppl around me..da masti is still da same...only wid new friends and diffrent medium..U wll b dere....old friendss wll b dere...in your memories...new friends wll come....Bt ur memories wll never die...!!...So dis is life...people come n go....with some good memories n wid some bad one's...n u remember dem all..!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-1854834083760603751?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/1854834083760603751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=1854834083760603751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5956338176464681880</id><published>2008-03-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:09:48.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant say......</title><content type='html'>i cant say ,u cheated me&lt;br /&gt;i cant say,u betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;i cant say,u have broken my heart&lt;br /&gt;for i cant say u love me or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can say&lt;br /&gt;that i love u and admire u a lot&lt;br /&gt;like the rain which is admired by draught&lt;br /&gt;i will never let u know my feeling&lt;br /&gt;because i know for u&lt;br /&gt;that would be very healing&lt;br /&gt;i also wanted to be with u&lt;br /&gt;for this i have been waiting&lt;br /&gt;for long in the queue&lt;br /&gt;but my destiny for me,&lt;br /&gt;plans something else&lt;br /&gt;for ur ships of dreams&lt;br /&gt;sails somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;u will find me&lt;br /&gt;behind u ,helping u&lt;br /&gt;in each case broad or step&lt;br /&gt;but i promise u one thing in any step&lt;br /&gt;we will never meet!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-5956338176464681880?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/5956338176464681880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=5956338176464681880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5956338176464681880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/5956338176464681880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-say.html' title='i cant say......'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-551738795401539615</id><published>2008-03-02T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:19:38.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8qbL_NVDjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H943ZcW-EvE/s1600-h/Z191v54r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173117752236641842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8qbL_NVDjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H943ZcW-EvE/s400/Z191v54r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Im leaving on a jet plane ... dont knw when il be back again..Ohbabe..I hate to go......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be my umpteenth listen to this song...still i feel the same as ihad felt the first time ever when i heard this song.....A fathomlessfeeling...far and unkempt..no matter how much u try..u just cant getover this feeling...the feeling of missing!and i leave it to that...coz the substance of missing is too hard to categorize...I have heard my late grandma saying she missed the oldbanyan tree of her first home, my uncle missing his old broadsetradio, my friend missing her boyfriend....and many more to miss.I too miss to share these songs with someone...miss to share my closetanymore with my kid friend...miss to play hide and seek with mybrothers....miss so much with so many people...I miss all thats notmine and all that wont be mine!I might sound selfish..but deep down inside u will realise that even youare a part of this bluff game..when u listen to an old song...when u write something for the firsttime..when u see something that uv never seen before...or just when usit silent...u miss all those with whome you want to share all thesemoments..even in a crowded room, u just might feel 'god, why isnt shehere'...I feel..I miss and then I cry....and today if Iv accepted the void in me...i realise that unlike everysecong 'girl' i dont miss a 'boyfriend'..rather i miss a companion just'my kind'....I dont miss branded stuff, cd's and coffee shops....Imiss my school library....On speeding cars .. i dont miss to pullbrakes, but what i do miss is to drive ahead with a friend, on a longroad, with John Denver playing...just as it was 2 years back!and by all these im no philosopher or an old school girl...I am what exactly you are...cause a patient thought will make u believe that all that uv been thinkin that ur missing are not the ones actually you do...if its words that u think u miss...then trust me its the spaces between them that ur actually missing!Incomprehensible? .. yes i can be...cause even i took 2 complete years to find what do i exactly miss! or rather what do people call void? and what id found is that.. what id never imagined!If it was my old life that i missed...i was wrong....its just that the absence of those people in my present life is what i missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;each day..while u drive...u work...listen...eat...walk..or sleep u do feel a void...for something or somebody thats relative....but at the end uv got nothingbetter to do than just ignore and work on...as iv been doing till date....and if by chance u dont feel the space...just halt and thank God for ur amongst the few..who are blessed to be complete..for the rest of us...the world is still incomplete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2999235322451070010-551738795401539615?l=mahimabhandari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/feeds/551738795401539615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999235322451070010&amp;postID=551738795401539615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/551738795401539615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999235322451070010/posts/default/551738795401539615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahimabhandari.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-links.html' title='missing links'/><author><name>mahima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990114787812741851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8mByfNVDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Aze4oDLkgXM/S220/Zcjxa9f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VV60tx1xe9I/R8qbL_NVDjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H943ZcW-EvE/s72-c/Z191v54r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999235322451070010.post-5877185087371664548</id><published>2008-03-01T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:50:22.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandrer</title><content type='html'>And I close my eyes….walking back to the boulevard of broken mirrors. “And yet again” some one says. “Few lines on life?” and I say “no, this time I’m writing not about life but things which are beyond one’s life”On Sundays my dad prefers not to drive, and since we don’t have a driver it’s usually me who drives him to his destination, to the trust of which he is a member. I finish of my work till he gets over with his. Someday we drive back home over a coffee at local cafés, on other’s if nothing, some jalebi’s are for sure in my kitty. Usually I wait if he happens to take long with his, but this time I preferred a drive towards the old township where I spent my first few years, towards the reminiscence of my childhood. My father is a government employee, and we spent our early days at the township where he was allotted one of many quarters. A simple two bedroom built up and a shabby porch ‘where our old jalopy used to stay’ was all that we managed with. Neither desired nor required any bit of extra space beyond what we had. Since television wasn’t that big when I was four and with all the more internet being in its nascent stage, most of the colony kids used to spent their post school hours hanging on to the cricket grounds and to each others backyards collecting peaches and mango’s. Sunday Maggie parties, picnics on two wheelers ‘with a bunch of wooden sticks somehow being managed to be tied around the stepney’, cake making and hogging sessions, cycle races around the fence were few of our monthly rituals. One’s birthday party was worth a year awaited! We didn’t have much and we neither craved for, because we all had equal shares. Maybe that’s what we did. We lived equal lives. Nobody bothered to purchase anything that they did not see at their neighbor’s place. More so, nobody had anything worth a showpiece! And there was my first lesson ...”To be happy, money is the least you’ll ever need”As I drive onto the other side, I see a shattered window, grills already being stolen, a yellowed piece of land that once stood to be a small garden and a half tethered porch, all at a place that used to be my home. “19/A” was all that I could see being repainted in black; rest all seemed to be brutally shaken. I drove a bit farther to my friends place and I see the huge mango tree where we, along with our brothers and sisters used to collect half groomed mango’s... now, it gives nothing but a spooky feeling. Though I won’t say collecting mangos was the thing that taught us to be friends but it taught us something beyond friendship a feeling called togetherness. We used to burn our backs in the scorching heat of April summer, bending on to the grounds in search of the unripe ones and a day’s collection went to the owner’s dining table. Cleaned, washed and eaten later on. No one stole, no one fought. As all knew there’s nothing in them that will differentiate there share. They were equals beyond sex, height, shape and size; they all were children and a true companion to one another, and nothing beyond that. I learnt my second lesson “We don’t need friends, we need true companionship…we bond not to friendship, but we bond to togetherness and to the sense of security”Today when I see my sister lamenting for her childhood friend, who unknowingly went missing into this big bad world and who also happened to be my childhood big brother, I don’t see friendship and emotions; I just see the innocent longing for togetherness, where one does not think twice to speak her heart out. A desire for that another world where rule one ‘still’ stands to be no pretension, where we belonged together as a team and where we all knew that our team has a broader definition, far from religious bondages it stood for those who desired to be together through thick and thin.I drove alongside to our play ground, one more of my pal’s place whose main door was stolen and through which I could see the remains of her then living room, to my kinder garten bus stop and simply to the old roads...as I drive in to these half asleep yesteryears, I see each shattered room glowing bright into a different life that I was a part of. “All wanderers aren’t lost”, I fondly remember Tolkein as I take to be one myself. All these bricks stood past 14 years when I was there. No matter how bad they look, these broken windows teach me my last lesson “blood isn’t a necessary requirement for bonding, a past, barren grounds, broken wall’s and a little bit of faith is enough to let one feel the living bond all over again”When I drive back leaving my born connections, I take leave from things which I’ll remember all through the coming years… things which will mean beyond my whole life.I never wished to be there where I was when I was a day old, my old life was a gift from God. Today as I wish a million things ‘almost all being fulfilled’… now that I have more than 2 of everything…. Now, that I no more need to collect mangos. I realize that I had the best gift when I was born and at the end of all’s, I’ll cherish this gift as the gift of my life!Care is non quantifiable. And if you can, then it’s the least you have ever received.Its what I learned from everybody, I say everybody as I wasn’t bought up just by my parents, I’m a part of many living souls…some, who no longer come to me with vanilla candies and some who still quiz me fondly with tricky math questions. It wasn’t a lesson, for me, it was an elixir to living….sometimes as deep and intense as an abyss… most of the times an unknown comfort. Even for the dead, I feel remembrance is care. And for the living…It’s what you feel right now!P.s. some of it is factual. 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