<?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-19768298</id><updated>2011-07-04T16:30:03.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finding Neverland...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-4771987385393664018</id><published>2007-07-24T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:04:54.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well....that's pretty much it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at &lt;a href="http://openattheclose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://openattheclose.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-4771987385393664018?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/4771987385393664018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=4771987385393664018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/4771987385393664018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/4771987385393664018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-6106234256084877224</id><published>2007-05-13T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:12:45.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;War of the worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in our own worlds... worlds completely real and unique to ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Our own perceptions... our own interpretations... our own thoughts... feelings... associations... phenomena...&lt;br /&gt;criteria... feats... defeats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need psychosis for your reality to be different than others' !&lt;br /&gt;How many times is it that a bunch of people stuck with a problem are &lt;em&gt;actually dealing with the same thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts among people are may be just conflicts of realities....&lt;br /&gt;And there is no deciding who's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; real!&lt;br /&gt;No one wins in this war of worlds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-6106234256084877224?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/6106234256084877224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=6106234256084877224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6106234256084877224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6106234256084877224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/05/war-of-worlds-we-all-live-in-our-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-1491553676495859218</id><published>2007-05-02T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:41:29.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know about the time when the Sky professed his love to Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth too proud to become one with the sky and too intimidated by the enigma that the Sky was, turned her back and said, "It is true that all that I see is you....but yet, you seem so distant... How can I be yours when you can't even touch me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words thundered in the Sky's head like anything... He thought and thought all through the day.&lt;br /&gt;And just as he was about to give up and admit that it was never going to happen,&lt;br /&gt;he looked around to see that the Sun had gone... the stars had come up...and everything just...fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, the Sky decided to give the Earth everything he had always wished to give her...&lt;br /&gt;For once... the Sky decided to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say it rained all through that night...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-1491553676495859218?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/1491553676495859218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=1491553676495859218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/1491553676495859218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/1491553676495859218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-know-about-time-when-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-6943860224921814351</id><published>2007-04-23T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:50:11.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people mix up intelligence with the ablity to think (isolated)?&lt;br /&gt;And shouldn't a sound thought process fabricate sound morals???&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to be that difficult to know good from bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral greys are highly over rated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-6943860224921814351?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/6943860224921814351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=6943860224921814351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6943860224921814351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6943860224921814351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-people-mix-up-intelligence-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-865651088557189841</id><published>2007-04-18T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:22:47.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exams started today...well...not really...compulsary english doesn't count...but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before I had to leave.... it got all grey and gloomy and rainy outside... I love it when that happens...&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the enchanted ceiling in Harry Potter...&lt;br /&gt;of the last monsoon when I first saw You've got mail which I still can't get over...&lt;br /&gt;of the first time when I had gone out for high school shopping...and all the subsequent school stuff shopping sprees (whoa! and I thought i'd never use alliteration...)after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the time when I was in 6th and me and my best friend had come home walking in knee deep water...&lt;br /&gt;of that one stormy night we spent in our waterproof tent in manali...&lt;br /&gt;of the first time when I had realized what it was like to be in Fergusson when it rained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the time when I had gone to Mulshi two years ago with the dearest ones... it was just the same grey sky... which reflected in that still lake... which reflected  on Anand's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning thinking about all the monsoons that had come and gone... all the monsoons that had witnessed all my holidays and new school years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't get my mind back on the 11 o'clock- compulsary english- paper!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??&lt;br /&gt;It never rains during exams!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-865651088557189841?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/865651088557189841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=865651088557189841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/865651088557189841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/865651088557189841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-exams-started-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-2955213285052031352</id><published>2007-03-04T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:09:22.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you seen Road To Perdition????&lt;br /&gt;It's an AWESOME AWESOME movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it like...months ago....&lt;br /&gt;but I still can't stop wondering...&lt;br /&gt;What did Michael Sullivan write to his son in that letter??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-2955213285052031352?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/2955213285052031352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=2955213285052031352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/2955213285052031352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/2955213285052031352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-seen-road-to-perdition-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-1957541875095977812</id><published>2007-02-12T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:49:43.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Being Chanandeler Bong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you become aware of your voice while singing...&lt;br /&gt;You know the song perfectly well...you've been singing it for years now... people have praised you n all... it's just your best!&lt;br /&gt;But the moment you realize that the you are the one controlling those vibrations coming out of your throat...&lt;br /&gt;...you seem to lose all control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same when you know that being funny is your thing! Of course it is! You know you can crack ANYONE up! All your testimonials say how 'fun' you are 'to be with'!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then...comes this guy... He's perfect! It's like you created him yourself! Well...when someone is nice to you it's only good manners to be nice in return! And when someone is so damn charming...you obviously want to be the loveliest person on earth!! (Just good manners!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bells in you heads start ringing... 'Hah! Easy! You know what to do... Just throw in some charm...some sarcasm...some innocence... some wit...some flirting...and BAM!!&lt;br /&gt;You-are-hillarious!!! It's your thing after all!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...someone introduces you...&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'Hi!'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hey'&lt;br /&gt;He smiles...&lt;br /&gt;You smile....&lt;br /&gt;'How are you?', he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How...Are...You???&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean how am i? I'm funny you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say that!!! D'uh!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait... I'll show you instead!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......only... there's nothing to show...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! There isn't a single witty reply to 'How are you'!&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds?!&lt;br /&gt;(and why do moments of realization come at such difficult times??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....okay... That's not the end of world... you could always answer with a 'fine!'&lt;br /&gt;...naah... that'd be too obvious!&lt;br /&gt;'Good!'....is too vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;'Great!'.... ah! you don't wanna tell a lie for your first answer!&lt;br /&gt;And great is certainly not how i feel!&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable ...that's how I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!!!!...so... now I don't have an answer AT ALL???&lt;br /&gt;That can't be true!!&lt;br /&gt;'How are you' is like the easiest question EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;And you can't pass on this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quick! Quick!! Quick!!! QUICK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take that long!!&lt;br /&gt;Just say the first thing that comes to your mind...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "I don't like how straight my hair is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!!!&lt;br /&gt;See? That is exactly why your parents tell you not to talk to strangers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've lost the guy forever!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEl stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;And 'being funny' isn't my thing anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Not KNOWING how to be funny is my new thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder chandler said, 'Gum would be perfection!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-1957541875095977812?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/1957541875095977812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=1957541875095977812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/1957541875095977812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/1957541875095977812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-chanandeler-bong.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-6304899048916196493</id><published>2006-12-16T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:36:29.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve always hoped to be someone extraordinary!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does… at some time or the other!&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is… That makes hope itself awfully mediocre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet we hope…&lt;br /&gt;We hope to we find what we’re looking for!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to figure what we’re looking for!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to achieve!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to survive failures!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to find love!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to be able to love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hope…is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;May be the best of things!&lt;br /&gt;And no good thing ever dies…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to continue just the way I am…&lt;br /&gt;addicted to hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-6304899048916196493?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/6304899048916196493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=6304899048916196493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6304899048916196493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6304899048916196493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-always-hoped-to-be-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-6552003428832891390</id><published>2006-12-11T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:19:08.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exposed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sunlight beams,&lt;br /&gt;a sapphire shine...&lt;br /&gt;a serene treasure...&lt;br /&gt;a mighty uproar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hours of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;the deep blue waits...&lt;br /&gt;For the day,&lt;br /&gt;when he'll be cruel no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-6552003428832891390?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/6552003428832891390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=6552003428832891390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6552003428832891390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/6552003428832891390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/12/exposed-in-sunlight-beams-sapphire.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-8103502476152417114</id><published>2006-11-25T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:12:39.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1002/2413/1600/549475/FOX%20PUPS%20PLAYING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1002/2413/400/740877/FOX%2520PUPS%2520PLAYING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was watching 'Growing Up' on Animal planet today.&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady who had foxes for pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There were six new pups in the pack that were kept away from the others for a couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally, it was the day to mix up with the rest of the pack- adults!- Two females- The mother of the pups- and an aggressive, violent she fox- Rosslyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quite predictably, Rosslyn (pseudo?) charged at the puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Not to kill really...Just to make sure that she would still be the boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She bit and snarled and scared the poor kids away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And then... the pups did the most beautiful thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They started licking her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They licked her wet mouth and her black nose and her entire face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now... I don't know how to put this in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But from then on... Rosslyn was like their mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Of course, all of them grew up to be wild beasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But what these wild beasts did to another wild beast was one of the most beautiful things nature allows.&lt;/span&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/19768298-8103502476152417114?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/8103502476152417114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=8103502476152417114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/8103502476152417114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/8103502476152417114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-watching-growing-up-on-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116431131488066378</id><published>2006-11-24T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:18:34.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love meets love,&lt;br /&gt;And foes meet foes.&lt;br /&gt;Life calls me&lt;br /&gt;From wherever it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I touch my &lt;em&gt;mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It darts ahead to leave me behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts meet parts,&lt;br /&gt;And wholes meet wholes.&lt;br /&gt;Swarms meet swarms,&lt;br /&gt;And soles meet soles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I touch &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mind,&lt;br /&gt;It darts ahead to leave me behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my folks,&lt;br /&gt;Have been with it forever&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s weird,&lt;br /&gt;But fond and clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet every time &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;touch my mind&lt;br /&gt;It darts ahead to leave me behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116431131488066378?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116431131488066378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116431131488066378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116431131488066378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116431131488066378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-meets-love-and-foes-meet-foes.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116361513339373777</id><published>2006-11-15T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:55:33.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run not... once the purpose is lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116361513339373777?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116361513339373777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116361513339373777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116361513339373777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116361513339373777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/11/run-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116334296912696751</id><published>2006-11-12T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:19:29.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned upon me how terrible an actor I am...&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing the younger one all my life...&lt;br /&gt;even when I didn't need to... (not knowing when to stop! that's the biggest mark of a bad actor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the people didn't even realize that I was just playing naive...&lt;br /&gt;( you'd think that not letting people know that you are acting is what a great actor does but let me warn you....it's something that an actor should NEVER do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I've decided to log off.... switch user...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I still seem to be 'saving my settings...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...breaking the shell that encloses human understanding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116334296912696751?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116334296912696751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116334296912696751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116334296912696751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116334296912696751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/11/pain-it-just-dawned-upon-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116258205975034119</id><published>2006-11-04T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:57:39.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Verified! Confirmed!! Authenticated!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just because you are smiling, it does not mean that you appear to be smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now I really kinda agree with those who misunderstand me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;hmmmm.... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;See? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And you thought this impersonal crap would never surpass face to face communication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116258205975034119?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116258205975034119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116258205975034119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116258205975034119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116258205975034119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/11/yup-verified-confirmed-authenticated.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116197555448489245</id><published>2006-10-28T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:29:14.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just going through my English textbook! (Why the hell did I do that?)&lt;br /&gt;And came across something long forgotten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You friend is your needs answered.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prophet- Khalil Gibran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about realization...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116197555448489245?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116197555448489245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116197555448489245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116197555448489245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116197555448489245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-just-going-through-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116184663278650444</id><published>2006-10-26T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:40:32.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people.... so many kinds of people...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what god has to say about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were God, I'd have written a lo-o-ot of poems... most of which would begin with,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Dear Me! Look what I've done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't God ever feel like writing poems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116184663278650444?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116184663278650444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116184663278650444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116184663278650444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116184663278650444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/10/therere-so-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116144470766693818</id><published>2006-10-21T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:27:49.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5604/1963/1600/Diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5604/1963/320/Diwali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebration!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly...things seem to be falling in place!!!&lt;br /&gt;The nights aren't gloomy anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so radiant and colourful..!&lt;br /&gt;People are smiling at each other for no apparent reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of the year brings magic in the air...&lt;br /&gt;It really does!&lt;br /&gt;People just stop being nasty to each other... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me it's like Rachel's fourth of July...&lt;br /&gt;Every Diwali... we'd go on the top of the house and sit there for hours watching fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;all of us together...&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone else had left I'd have my share of those 'little sistery' moments with Dada.&lt;br /&gt;We would wait till the deafening bangs and booms turned into distant, puny little clanks!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we're scarcely that sweet to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Diwali brings all that back!&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden the spoilt, confused, irritable teenagers that we have so skillfully crafted... become the sweetest and kindest of kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the most wonderful day???&lt;br /&gt;The ruby red lantern that hangs above my door seems to be the brightest of lights in the whole wide world...&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116144470766693818?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116144470766693818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116144470766693818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116144470766693818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116144470766693818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebration-and-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-116127351601988837</id><published>2006-10-19T21:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:28:36.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquil sky….&lt;br /&gt;Restful night….&lt;br /&gt;Secrecy far and wide….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes cry&lt;br /&gt;as thoughts fight...&lt;br /&gt;nothing fills the God shaped void...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-116127351601988837?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/116127351601988837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=116127351601988837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116127351601988837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/116127351601988837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2006/10/shared-tranquil-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19768298.post-113429826435575465</id><published>2005-12-11T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:21:04.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 17Whatever that means..Gone are the days when I was just a kid and hated it !Today, I like what I am ...those around me DON'T thoughBut that's alright ! I like that too...&lt;br /&gt;  So..where do I go now ?NO IDEA !May be i don't wanna go anywhere...I'm all grown up and doind nothing...I like it this way...LIFE - has never been better...&lt;br /&gt;   Hey ! It's not like everything around me is fine ! In fact everything is as far as can be from being fine....my friends don't understand everything about me like they used to...my best friend is acting wierd 'coz she thinks 'I' have changed...My parents would rather stare at me for hours when they want me to cancel my plans and stay athoe than talking me into it....And when it comes to the Professors...it's BOTH !The looks AND the talk !NO ! Not because I skipped lectures for some stupid movie ....Evryone does THAT !I just got caught.....I have to miss on THE BEST ROCK CONCERT EVER if I want to be with my family on new year's eve !            Oh Boy ! I would have DIED if my life was such a mess a couple of years ago...But I'm alive....AND happy !'Cause all this just isn't my life anymore.These are just THINGS that happen to me&lt;br /&gt;      No matter how stupid and rude they are , I love being with my friends !My parents and my teachers ?Ummm......I forgive them !      It's Bliss !      Life to me is just being the person I am......and I'm pretty good at it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19768298-113429826435575465?l=idoidont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/feeds/113429826435575465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19768298&amp;postID=113429826435575465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/113429826435575465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19768298/posts/default/113429826435575465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idoidont.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-17whatever-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyogita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06317671285224813560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IaVL5L6k4js/ShyUotz-omI/AAAAAAAAAro/UIknoUIKZg8/S220/n223800629_2869511_9537.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
