<?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-5762639310740692626</id><updated>2012-01-24T17:47:38.508-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Lovely Bachpan'/><category term='Bangy'/><category term='Crazy Thingy'/><category term='Lovely Time'/><category term='Tough..'/><category term='Inspiring'/><category term='attraction - infatuation - love and some shit'/><title type='text'>Lage Raho</title><subtitle type='html'>chained time &amp;amp; locked imaginations....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-9069787395015028543</id><published>2011-12-10T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:57:34.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is WONDERPHOOL</title><content type='html'>Oll routes from here must divert to &lt;a href="http://www.stoopeediot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.stoopeediot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the amazing stupidities &amp;amp; Idiocracies will be performed on that page. And we'll also disect &amp;amp; under the stand IIM (Institute of Integral Madness) case studies there only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving moving, reaching there quickhlee...... I is Wonderphool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to good, bad, whatever times.&lt;br /&gt;Let's laugh it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-9069787395015028543?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9069787395015028543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=9069787395015028543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9069787395015028543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9069787395015028543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-is-wonderphool.html' title='I is WONDERPHOOL'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7898970783037173500</id><published>2011-11-26T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:18:16.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from past to future transitting the present :)</title><content type='html'>It's been exciting &amp;amp; entertaining time with a blend of a lot....&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on to new blog space. Will be coming soon with updates. For now, I leave you with the pictures of one of the most exciting parties I had in recent times. Official themed party '70s Disco' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367793554526962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpzN9bRa_o4/TtEq6uuckvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/keu419GVqqM/s400/70s%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367811722776194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6kuMVU7WS0/TtEq7yaGDoI/AAAAAAAAApY/H6o5X3ftq2k/s400/70s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367810556047058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWJw-fv8afg/TtEq7uD7LtI/AAAAAAAAApM/_jInGwC1Keo/s400/70s%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367797658326914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9homJxg4v_I/TtEq6-A3l4I/AAAAAAAAApA/cZ6upZ83lfk/s400/70s%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5762639310740692626-7898970783037173500?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7898970783037173500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7898970783037173500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7898970783037173500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7898970783037173500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-past-to-future-transitting-present.html' title='from past to future transitting the present :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpzN9bRa_o4/TtEq6uuckvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/keu419GVqqM/s72-c/70s%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2702525865368061245</id><published>2011-07-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:18:15.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>‎25° 15' 8" North, 55° 16' 48" East</title><content type='html'>There's lot happening at ‎25° 15' 8" North, 55° 16' 48" East! And today it was 'Delhi Belly' &amp;amp; the slurging, shopping like a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to post everything?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2702525865368061245?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2702525865368061245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2702525865368061245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2702525865368061245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2702525865368061245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-15-8-north-55-16-48-east.html' title='‎25° 15&apos; 8&quot; North, 55° 16&apos; 48&quot; East'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6625251925729087351</id><published>2011-04-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:34:50.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months 3 days old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh wow... It's been 3 mnths &amp;amp; 3 days since I landed on this Arab Land. And the time flew past like zip zap zoom. Touchwood. All these days' have had their own stories to be pondered with joy &amp;amp; at times slight brooding over. The amazing ones go like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I have a Kiddish, lively &amp;amp; energetic Canadian Female Colleague (CFC) &amp;amp; there have been stupidly funny times i had with her. One was when I called CFC...&lt;/p&gt;Me: Hello CFC, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CFC: Hi Roeet (thats how i am pronounced by CFC), I am in Loo. Do you want to join in :P.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy she is &amp;amp; giggling all the way I disconnected the call. Gosh, what is this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was in CFC's cabin &amp;amp; few of my internal forces were trying to erupt out of somewhere. I had to find out a way to avoid any unwanted humiliation by this firang lady.. :P. seconds later I cracked a intentional PJ &amp;amp; laughed loudly myself, she joined in, I stomped my foot on the wooden floor of the cabin. The two sounds perfectly merged proving how amazingly talented I can be :P. And I saved myself though she might have detected foreign particles in her cabin's air using her ultra sensitive nose. But than who cared further on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beyond the fun things, the challenges have there own stories. But the one I am persuing right now is to dress with atleast some perfection. The day you dress the best you can think of with the options available &amp;amp; suddenly someone calls, politely tells you to be more tidy &amp;amp; attractive. After such incident you are bound to ponder when you had set high standards in the other country. How you smell, you carry &amp;amp; how you dress mattered earlier also but that's the thing which is mattered a lot more here. Formal wear had never been lucrative for me but now the thought that keeping me high is to dress well &amp;amp; dress powerful. And definitely i have added something to my life through that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bingo!! :) Thats the word I am holding on &amp;amp; spreading as my impression :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6625251925729087351?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6625251925729087351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6625251925729087351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6625251925729087351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6625251925729087351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-months-3-days-old.html' title='3 months 3 days old'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2192528219108947004</id><published>2011-03-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:40:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...now Libiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFydqmPBO9c/TYZYAW1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YQeAJJeYNMM/s1600/Libiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249150953374098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFydqmPBO9c/TYZYAW1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YQeAJJeYNMM/s400/Libiya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the so called 'Big Daddy' of the world be a li'l more responsible??&lt;br /&gt;Can Americas/frances/Italias go beyond there selfish ulterior motives??&lt;br /&gt;Can they please not interfere in others matters??&lt;br /&gt;Can there be PEACE??&lt;br /&gt;Is it that 'deaths in Japan/New Zealand' were too less &amp;amp; there was need of digging more graves??&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Western interference through ammunitions in any country's personal matter is BULLSHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of being 'Big Daddy'...now let's be li'l 'Responsible Papa'.&lt;br /&gt;UN is being Unitedly Notorious, you were made to save lives not to destroy humanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, no more testing of ammo on weak.&lt;br /&gt;May the world be a peacefull happy-cheery place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2192528219108947004?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2192528219108947004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2192528219108947004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2192528219108947004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2192528219108947004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/now-libiya.html' title='...now Libiya'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFydqmPBO9c/TYZYAW1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YQeAJJeYNMM/s72-c/Libiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-475275581428172805</id><published>2011-02-28T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:07:30.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The quest continues... DUBAI LAND</title><content type='html'>On 23rd day of January, 2011, he was ready for a new experience. It can be termed as an expedition which actually in ordinary circumstances is just a new job but in exciting &amp; unfamiliar environment. As usual ‘Air India’ with its elderly staff had its own plans for curbing his excitement. On entering the flight, he greeted them 'Namaste Uncle, Namaste Aunty'. It's OK if people raise eyebrows for being true. For him a 50 year old lady is an aunty....aunty, aunty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delayed flight equals to paused excitements. Sometimes he wonders about people’s holding on capacity for the incoming excitements. And such wondering happens with shear intensity whenever he compares his dramatic impatience with their amazing patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he arrived, he has had nearly no time for thoughts. His brain reaps one kind of creativity when he is alone in familiar but quite conditions. He’s fond of this creativity, but among crowd there’s always a part of him standing tall to the worldly PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these days he’s been spending time, spending time on absorbing unfamiliarity, some time goes on adjusting in the new apartment &amp; remaining is for his dumbass laziness &amp; leisure. Unfamiliarity includes Arabic style, food, attire &amp; the rudeness towards Indians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting in new apartment meant buying bed, bedding, fridge, Oven, Utensils, clothes, Grocery, and chocolates, cold drinks, drinks, Cheese, fries, juices &amp; everything that is potentially a ‘Calorie Bomb’. Calories Glorify the moments they land on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass Laziness &amp; Leisure is standing in the scenic balcony watching cars zip pass, girls’ cat walk on the public ramp called footpath, eating good food, reading whatever and lying on the bed until urgency is forcefully brought in &amp; doing everything that can be termed as ‘Nothing’. It’s fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping is his new found passion. And he wonders how can an ash tray have more shades of lipstick than the ones stocked at a up market cosmetics brand store??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-475275581428172805?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/475275581428172805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=475275581428172805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/475275581428172805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/475275581428172805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/quest-continues-dubai-land.html' title='The quest continues... DUBAI LAND'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6857456609315165206</id><published>2011-02-04T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:24:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a while stories went undiscussed...now will be heard from the arab land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been long since I posted. I did not posted I do not know why...though I wanted to flood my blog with posts. There's been lot happening around. From leaving the job, getting farewell, getting atleast some acknowledgements from colleagues to moving off from Mumbai to Delhi. Spending time with family, Desert Safari in Jaisalmer with 3 lovely fellas in my life...mumy, papa &amp;amp; guddu (my sis). And than taking off to Dubai to work for yet another retailer. Retailer in middle east. The culture difference, the wide roads, cars speeding at 140-160 kmph to getting a temporary plush hotel appartment from company. I am in Dubai. And there are few things I have realised here &amp;amp; many more are coming up. One of the prominent things is if the girls in our part of world are called 'patakha' or at times 'the bomb' than the ones here are surely 'Nuclear Bomb' ...LOLZzzzz... jokes apart, Dubai looks like a nice place, atleast till the time summers arrive. The life here is so different that I had been missing creative me for a while but have no intention to live like this any further. I want to start again with atleast normal blog post, lots of magzines, newspapers &amp;amp; the basketball :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are stories, intresting as well as boring ones building up every moment... Like the story of sleeping in bath tub with popcorn &amp;amp; Cola in hand to intentionaly getting lost on Dubai roads which were deadly quiet &amp;amp; deserted. All I could see were arrays of cars which were unseen in my part of the planet. Every few minutes after a chic volkswagon, Bentley or Toyota were rushing from one end of nowhere to other end of somewhere. Finally after walking for around 2 hours I reached a known place, not before asking directions from a huge man riding mini bicylcle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stories also got created everytime I hired a taxi... nice Toyota Camry's these people have as taxi unlike our antique Ambassodars n Fiats. It was a small thing to notice before I realised that I have been driven by people of different nationalities Pakistan, Bangladesh, Afghanistan etc. etc. Visit to Burj Khalifa was a wonder in itself. Filipino &amp;amp; Canadian superiors at job have been intermittently intresting too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's lot to come up but not before I adjust settings of my brain to get used to these unfamiliar surroundings &amp;amp; specially the norm of crossing road through Zebras only, which can be fun in itself coz you get to see a line of 8 cars halting, just coz on Zebra on footers have first right to cross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So with a can of Diet coke in my hand, I say CHEERS TO DUBAI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570006861642207794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TUyjusCsEjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fJj5AALAJgM/s400/IMG_6722.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above pic is a real time image clicked from Canon 1000D, 18-55 lens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6857456609315165206?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6857456609315165206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6857456609315165206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6857456609315165206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6857456609315165206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/stories-went-undiscussednow-will-be.html' title='For a while stories went undiscussed...now will be heard from the arab land'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TUyjusCsEjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fJj5AALAJgM/s72-c/IMG_6722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8452437303472038490</id><published>2011-01-23T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:52:16.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few hours from New Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TTwFtOQEEaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_gur6pynUFk/s1600/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TTwFtOQEEaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_gur6pynUFk/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565329514000814498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December gone... new year started &amp;amp; now even it is getting old...&lt;div&gt;Life's been pacey or may be I have been championing worthless time passing tricks. Have been complete vela since more than a month. In between I had an awesome time with family at Jaisalmer. Desert, most decent people around, soothing weather &amp;amp; cuddled around with parents &amp;amp; sis, it really felt gooood. Ka se nayi naukri, nayi duniya, nayi country... Within few hours it'll be few seas away I can be found. Hum chale...ab maarta hu kalti... tata-bye-bye India....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Bloggy will keep you posted, as of now I am eagerly waiting to sip something at Starbucks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rohit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8452437303472038490?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8452437303472038490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8452437303472038490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8452437303472038490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8452437303472038490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-hours-from-new-land.html' title='Few hours from New Land'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TTwFtOQEEaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_gur6pynUFk/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3073364844510217678</id><published>2011-01-04T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:09:57.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheela &amp; my Bravery in Winter season</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sheela, Sheela ki jawani..... ab kisi aur ki jawani ko leke itna shor kyon nahi machaya. Sheela, Teena, Meena, Geeta, Reeta koi bhi... but this song's got something which makes people to sing it loud or murmur, I really really don't know what's that all about. 7AM is atleast 3 hours before I wake up these days. But at 7 in morning, yesterday, I got upto noises from street facing window. 8 year old kids were playing cricket &amp;amp; loudly singing 'Sheela Ki Jawani'. You are allowed to talk about ageing Indian cricket team with Sachin, Sehwag, Dravid &amp;amp; Laxman in late 30s but I wonder what the hell cricket got to do with 'Sheela ki Jawani'? Wierd Kids instead of singing 'Sachin ka budhapa' sung 'Sheela ki Jawani'. I had a prompt reply 'beta, pehle khud to jawaan ho jaao'. And the kids ran away laughing &amp;amp; singing even louder 'Sheela Ki Jawani'. Anyways, sheela is in real big trouble. Chahe wo uski jawani ho, ya tamatar-aalu-pyaaj ke roz badte daam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in Mumbai, away from bone chilling Delhi cold. Heard it was 3.7 degrees yesterday, colder than Shimla. I am now worried about coping with the cold when I arrive in Delhi. It's been 30+ months since I saw sweater on my skin &amp;amp; the early morning fog. Not close to delhi by any standards but these days Mumbai is having it's own share of cold weather. But why am I even talking about this...???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to amazing channel MOVIES NOW, lately, I have been watching a lot of Hollywood, from 'Die Hard' to 'Alien vs Predator', from 'The Negotiator' to 'Phantom', 'Enemy of the state', 'Big Momma' etc. etc. The picture clarity of this channel is as amazing as it's sound quality, all looks real life. And as a result my dreams sometimes take me to the 'New year celebrations by Aliens' &amp;amp; other times I am hunting some giant predator while riding on Big Anaconda in a river flowing through the middle of the dense Amazon forests. At times, I find myself running with a news channel camera team, reporting Commandoes competing with heavily armed criminals. I report all that live on TV while ducking to the missile fired from one end. If not all this, I am saving hostages from a building bombed by terrorists. I am super human in my dreams. And if it comes to reality, I really wonder if it would be 'susu in my pants' or I'll still be as brave as in my dreams. I end this post here with these thoughts, I am seriously wondering about, will it be bravery or susu.......???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Susu times...oh sorry... I mean Good Times :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3073364844510217678?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3073364844510217678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3073364844510217678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3073364844510217678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3073364844510217678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ww-wiered-world.html' title='Sheela &amp; my Bravery in Winter season'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2246781165687232546</id><published>2011-01-03T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:55:14.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Ten - Twenty Eleven</title><content type='html'>Ooops, I missed year end post :( And I missed New year post also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me New Year arrived li’l late. I was confused about how to celebrate arrival of Twenty Eleven &amp;amp; finally it was Surat &amp;amp; Daman with a friend was on my radar. But the radar failed, I was bed ridden. And was confined in four walls &amp;amp; was made to fall in love with the bed. Malaria seems to be catching me time &amp;amp; again. Female Mosquitoes look like fallen in deep love with me. I might not be popular among Human Females but I am definitely popular among their mosquito counterparts. They have been kissing me all this while. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s late, I must wish you all a very happy new year. Wish you the rocking year, with lots of passion &amp;amp; the following success. But above all wish you all get good relationships. Somehow that’s what I think is important &amp;amp; leads to other successes in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was pretty good till July but there on life went in topsy turvy state. At times I was not feeling like ‘being me’. I was in a relation which lasted for precisely 5 months, 23rd July to 22nd November. Why the hell it went that long either???? A confused, discouraged, demotivated, loser was a girl I fell for. The one who gave me troubles; heavy times &amp;amp; to top it all wanted me to move away from my existing family. God, I always thought such things are true only in Saas-Bahu soaps. But this was for real. She felt like a serpent with so much venom… :). Naah, let’s not put it this way. It goes like this… She liked me, I liked her. We made our parents to work it out for us. Things started. We went on. Marriage was on cards. But I liked bright sun &amp;amp; she loved days without sun. When the differences started from such basic thing, it seemed nothing will fall on place. And her parents for whom some religious sect was everything in life, made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God to pull me out of all that mess. And barring this black patch, with success in career, winning trust of friends, acquaintances &amp;amp; developed relations with business partners; 2010 ended on a good note. 2010 prepared a good ground for 2011…. I shall fly abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2246781165687232546?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2246781165687232546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2246781165687232546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2246781165687232546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2246781165687232546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-ten-twenty-eleven.html' title='Twenty Ten - Twenty Eleven'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2515628748158924387</id><published>2010-12-28T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:06:37.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investments ka funda</title><content type='html'>It all started with a thought of Tax saving instruments. Equity based Mutual Funds have been my favourite may be because of my hidden gambling instinct or may be because of the glamour they bring with their seductive names :P Take for instance &lt;strong&gt;ABCD Top 100 Benchmark Balanced dividend 96' scheme&lt;/strong&gt;. Wooooooohhhhfff, I never even learned this big formulas or definitions in class 9th, I used just skip such terminologies. The terminologies &amp;amp; the complexities have always bogged me down. How many of you really get into the depth while investing in a MF? And Even if you get into it, will you ever be sure, satisfied &amp;amp; be aware where your money is being invested. MF is a pure bluff, it is all luck &amp;amp; overall market performance dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there is Debt instruments, PPF, FD etc. . Why the hell should one deposit in Debts?? For that 6-7% annual returns on FD? But yes may be for safety&amp;amp; security they bring with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest in property if you have that much money, or buy gold if tax saving isn't on your list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best of all is buy onions, dry them &amp;amp; store them for future use. Buy Garlic, dry them or make a paste &amp;amp; bottle it for future use. Make tomato pures. Deep Freeze potatoes, Peas &amp;amp; other veggies. Biggest thing is nearly all of us know the business of veggies &amp;amp; it might fetch annual returns of 400% - 800%.  My mum did that, not with a thought of savings but to make things easy for her. The benefit she is reaping goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;Onions - avg. consumption .250kg/day - sun dried about 3 months back - Benefit of Rs. 15/day i.e Rs. 450/ mnth &amp;amp; Rs. 5400/ year. Similar goes the story of Garlic, Tomato &amp; Peas. Bingo! I have cracked the formuls to becom rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No No, I am not freaked out.... But the crazy onion prices @ Rs. 80/Kg is the reason. Garlic @ Rs. 150-200/Kg is the reason. Who thought the tomatoes which were sold for under 10 last year will touch Rs. 40/Kg this year. Thats an annual return of 400%. Drying, Making puree &amp;amp; preserving veggies isn't a bad investment at all. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo, I cracked it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2515628748158924387?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2515628748158924387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2515628748158924387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2515628748158924387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2515628748158924387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/investments-ka-funda.html' title='Investments ka funda'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8140177177496023793</id><published>2010-12-21T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:18:09.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Sheeching apne bas ka nahi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TREOqKcuDzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X2KriR83uao/s1600/Teacher.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553235933046640434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TREOqKcuDzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X2KriR83uao/s400/Teacher.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have never taken up teaching before, errr... actually once I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when in 3rd semester, hostel days, I rubbed my hands on being a tutor to a 9th standard student. Ufff....., that was difficult, the subject that scared me the most in school days was what I had to teach. Kasam Sheela ki jawani ki, it was aaahhh uuuiiii, 'What am I trying to do??' thing. Syllabus books aur mera rishta bilkul waisa tha jaise Shahid Kapoor aur Kareena Kapoor ka ab wala pyaar. Apni class mein ek hi ladki thi aur uska bhi shikaar ho chuka tha, so there was no pressure of earning for dates &amp;amp; gifts also. Still I dived in, as tuting sounded glamorous. These were the few types of unimaginable glamorous things one could splurge in that secluded place called 'Bhiwani'. Only boxers survive in that city, somehow I also managed to come out alive. Anyways.... important thing is the girl was a student of 9th standard &amp;amp; I, a second year engineering student who reached their purely by God's tactics. No one had even an isolated idea that maths had an ongoing tiff with me. Maths mein haath itna tight that I had to go through a Re examination in Semester 1 itself...that is called 'bhaagne se pehle hi ludak jana'...Cheers to Life... ludak ludak ke hi to insaan seekhta hai. Aur ab adjustment mein to time lagta hi hai na? Dilli se Bhiwani mein laake baitha doge to ek aadh gadbad to hogi hee. Here whole forest of sour grapes existed. Finally, ab hum ban gaye the Mashter jee :) aur remuneration tha Rupeej 1000 per month for three days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee God ki kasam, the volley of questions &amp;amp; numerical she threw was unimaginable &amp;amp; unsolvable. Whenever she had any doubt, I would smile, crack a joke, ask for water &amp;amp; than finally would tell her to mark &amp;amp; discuss tomorrow. Actually my understanding on those questions was very similar to the one I have on Enrique's latest Latin number. I withdrew in straight 3 classes. Teaching was not my cup of Tea, V, B, D and include every Eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohhy, I couldn't teach mathematics to a class 9th student, I felt humiliated. I felt as helpless as Vinod Kambli found himself during 96 world cup cricket match with Sri Lanka. Only difference is he sobbed &amp;amp; I nearly did not...Holishit... Soon I was back to normal playing badminton, basketball in hostel, which I always loved. And the maths was so so so so so so far away :) nearly invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was recalling the history of my life, today, some 8 saal baad, I felt like a champ, when I was about to take last guest lecture at SASMIRA, Worli ( http://www.sasmira.org/ ). Awwww... 'Is it really the last lecture' is what my ander ki awaaj asked me. My broken, torn, wounded Sony Ericsson rang &amp;amp; 'Rohit, it is your last lecture', asked the the faculty head. 'hmm... hmm...Yeah, yes Aparna, I should be winding up today', replied me &amp;amp; popped out of the bed, the way those popcorns do in the hot pan. Weekends give me the leisure of loving my bed a li’l more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553235928186894178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TREOp4WEN2I/AAAAAAAAAns/SjoDxAejOXc/s400/DSC00908.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned more from them than what these crazy bunch of young fellas learned from me. It's been an year i.e. 2 semesters. And today everyone in the class is a learned man/learned lady who knows that Vasco De Gama found America &amp;amp; Columbus located India. Everyone is Intelligent now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to Life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rohit&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/5762639310740692626-8140177177496023793?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8140177177496023793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8140177177496023793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8140177177496023793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8140177177496023793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/teaching-sheeching-apne-bas-ka-nahi.html' title='Teaching Sheeching apne bas ka nahi...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TREOqKcuDzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X2KriR83uao/s72-c/Teacher.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1627934858815216466</id><published>2010-12-21T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:29:08.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai-Bandra-CBTL</title><content type='html'>I was crossing Bandra road n 2 kids of age around 2-3 yrs came, pulling my Tee n begging for anything I could give them. What could I give them beyond a simple smile. I clicked there photograph &amp;amp; they literally smiled. And made me smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in this city called Mumbai/ Bombay that gives me a strange high. This place has taught me to be so well on my own &amp;amp; I love this place. I was 24 &amp;amp; it was 29th June when I dropped here, today I am 27 &amp;amp; loving it. These 30 months have been wonderfull &amp;amp; so have been the events. This city has given all the things that would have been with me in any other part of the world and it gave me few other things too. I had my own share of fretting &amp;amp; frowning &amp;amp; buaaah huaaah &amp;amp; ha ha, but here I learned to hold on &amp;amp; move on. So a Genuine 'THANKS' to this place. And yeah, Bandra is oozing in my blood.... the coffees at CBTL (Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf) ...CBTL's balance sheet's bottom line is stronger because of me &amp;amp; my blood is terribly coffeed because of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I stepped here, I was taken aback by the price tags their coffees had. Now it's regular &amp;amp; the stewards are addicted to me, the way I am to their faces &amp;amp; the lovely coffee. CHEERS to life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553148947655536066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TRC_i8nXrcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/sC1YCos8gSs/s400/206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1627934858815216466?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1627934858815216466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1627934858815216466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1627934858815216466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1627934858815216466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-crossing-bandra-road-n-2-kids-of.html' title='Mumbai-Bandra-CBTL'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TRC_i8nXrcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/sC1YCos8gSs/s72-c/206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6201604862412036840</id><published>2010-12-20T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:42:22.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hempushpa :)</title><content type='html'>Hempushpa!!&lt;br /&gt;Well...till the time you slog your brains to find out what the hell this HEMPUSHPA is..??? I’ll have my share of laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol has never been my fantasy, (coffee beats it any day) but the fun, laughs &amp;amp; the craziness this liquid brings around is something I have developed charm for. The advertisements, the after drowning illogical chit chat of friends &amp;amp; the abnormally high creativity that emerges after the intake of this overhyped liquid is something worth loving all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hempushpa: This is a ridiculous creative name of an alcoholic drink, one of my shitty chuddy buddy is planning to sit on with when another buddy chuddy lands in the country to join us. The firangi buddy, very own Delhi ka Punjabi is bringing all those coloured labels. Black, white, orange or red label, I am least interested in. But the thing that pulls my interest even more than that spaghetti &amp;amp; hot pant wali ladki who is his current GF, is the cocktail the other chap is planning to make from all these coloury labels. We literally grew up not pulling each other’s legs but each other’s chuddies &amp;amp; other times it was pants ;). Those were the bloody hostel days. And it’s been full 5 years since any chuddy or pant has been pulled. We have been labelled professionals &amp;amp; grownups and the so called society doesn’t allows us to be weird kids anymore. But not this time after they’ll be immersed in Hempushpa, let’s see who’ll be the bakra now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust my sarcasm if any, I’ll definitely reveal the recipe for Hempushpa, will not devoid you all of the fun this hitting liquid is capable of bringing in. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhatia, Duggal, Mehta, Chugh, Sikri etc. etc. Kamino, let's sit soon &amp;amp; blabbar like we always did... :)&lt;br /&gt;We'll fret, frown, cry, laugh on the life's hitty things, love stories &amp;amp; what not....And finally will laugh off everything... Did we ever take thee stuff seriously :P  Yeah, we did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552788232119587074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TQ93eih1EQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2aGXYPHUzHs/s400/The%2BTITan%2BPunjus.jpg" /&gt; Bingo... Welcoming Duggal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6201604862412036840?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6201604862412036840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6201604862412036840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6201604862412036840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6201604862412036840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/hempushpa.html' title='Hempushpa :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TQ93eih1EQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2aGXYPHUzHs/s72-c/The%2BTITan%2BPunjus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2575959241304150115</id><published>2010-12-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:42:22.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revoir: Until we see each other again</title><content type='html'>It goes something like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad time I had, rather it was/is stupendous :) CHEERS!!&lt;br /&gt;My last day here with Big Bazaar...all thank you's, tata's, bye bye's, take care's, keep in touch can wait for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger thing is that don't be jealous if you find me on Goa's any damn beach wearing quicksilver shorts, sipping Heineken or Fosters (else king's) from the thinnest of the straws ...I will have all the time in the world to do that, unlike the other days wheh I had comp. screen in front to float on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious things apart the best during the tenure was Alibaug trip, danced, danced n danced, legs still ache at times.&lt;br /&gt;Second best was the team i was/am part of... Superb BB Kidswear :)&lt;br /&gt;Third was visible in Diwali week's Ramyaraj's mail ;)&lt;br /&gt;4th, 5th &amp;amp; 6th were about food, clothes, people etc. etc. ..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important: Be in touch, not to find out where I am, what am doing &amp;amp; similar stuff (that will least bother to most of you). But always you are welcome to discuss about the food &amp;amp; eating out joints, the general crap, while planning drinks, when bought a Crazy T shirt, movies, to plan an adventurous expedition or any dam good-bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as they all say, the society &amp;amp; stuff, so in accordance to them, I must say... tata to everyone out there, whole hearted thank you to you all, from From Diljit's corner to Intellect meeting room, from Jogi's seat till the bosses's cabins &amp;amp; the vendors who are somewhere in between &amp;amp; on the way from reception till desk; or at their respective offices....I learned atleast a thing &amp;amp; sometimes a lot from you all... the stuff you got made &amp;amp; from where &amp;amp; how you got that made had its own teachings in it &amp;amp; sometimes what you wore had an inspiration. The biggest of all learnings was to walk 5% faster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people will definitely be missed more than the others, they are simply lovely crazy fellas &amp;amp; we gelled well :) . I owe atleast a good gesture to NG, AC, DK, PK, PK, PB, RR, TA, NP, AM, RT, HT, HH, RS, AP, SM, MT, RA, CF, Se, Di... :) I'll SMS you if I missed out anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In starting there were turbulences but still matched the Synergy,&lt;br /&gt;Results started coming good &amp;amp; the reason was passion &amp;amp; Energy.&lt;br /&gt;The way team bonded at most of the times times was stupendous,&lt;br /&gt;The food talks, T shirt &amp;amp; the sports chats were anytime mood refresher.&lt;br /&gt;Work &amp;amp; fun was always focus &amp;amp; there was hardly any messy caucus,&lt;br /&gt;Good Times is what I'll miss, not afraid of any dam future job's pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Among the ups &amp;amp; downs, bad times-fun time, we managed to travel a worthy mile&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss, I'll miss, I'll miss this whole li'l world that got created all this while.&lt;br /&gt;Love the way US marines salute to superiors in warfield, dear booses the same one for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Declaration of Independence is an Act of Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;rohit khatri&lt;br /&gt;981#%#^%^&lt;br /&gt;email id 1&lt;br /&gt;email id 2&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freakontees.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.milesafter.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;On the walls of Facebook, Twitter, Orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;Until we see each other again&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2575959241304150115?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2575959241304150115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2575959241304150115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2575959241304150115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2575959241304150115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/au-revoir-until-we-see-each-other-again.html' title='Au revoir: Until we see each other again'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1101857241480857877</id><published>2010-12-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:36:33.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ander Ki Awaaz</title><content type='html'>He said...'Ander ki awaaz sun aur aage bad...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside wali voice???&lt;br /&gt;Main hairaan @$%$? aakhir ye ander ki awaaj hoti kya hai??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner voice, yeah the inner voice.... the one which comes from deep inside, not the ones called 'Burp' or 'Farts'. So after hearing the inner voice, I decided to move on. Despite the goody goody times, I am moving on for career growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pantaloon/ Future Value Retal Services/ Big Bazaar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1101857241480857877?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1101857241480857877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1101857241480857877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1101857241480857877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1101857241480857877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/ander-ki-awaaz.html' title='Ander Ki Awaaz'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8095876426366541279</id><published>2010-12-14T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:50:19.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;Fullness in life&lt;br /&gt;So very me&lt;br /&gt;What's next ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's gonna be full of energy, enthu, passion &amp; fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that hard to imagine. All you have to do is put your mind and a freezing soul into it.... and when you can imagine, you can do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Times&lt;br /&gt;Better Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8095876426366541279?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8095876426366541279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8095876426366541279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8095876426366541279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8095876426366541279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6644121094944982867</id><published>2010-12-09T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:06:32.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little more faith</title><content type='html'>Have a little faith in me,&lt;br /&gt;Let my soul be little free.&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I have trusted you blindly,&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to talk to me kindly?&lt;br /&gt;I have a mind too, me you cannot order,&lt;br /&gt;Why, my thoughts, do you always try to smother?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to fulfill all I have dreamt,&lt;br /&gt;All that you have taught me, give me time to attempt.&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking for too much, by asking for respect &amp;amp; trust?&lt;br /&gt;Why make, of my mistakes then, such a great fuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...extracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like reading a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6644121094944982867?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6644121094944982867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6644121094944982867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6644121094944982867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6644121094944982867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-little-more-faith.html' title='Have a little more faith'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1604198546183038728</id><published>2010-12-06T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:06:33.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food, Bike Ride, Sun, Sand, Salty water, Fun, Relaxed</title><content type='html'>This was Goa.....&lt;br /&gt;Ate like mad...&lt;br /&gt;Rode bike like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Funned like Woooowww...&lt;br /&gt;Roamed like Hippy...&lt;br /&gt;Stoned on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;Office &amp;amp; the work was 600+ km away, I on the sandy beach munching my Feast :)&lt;br /&gt;Dream of long Bike ride in Konkan accomplished.... still there's a bit left ;)&lt;br /&gt;This was Goa, this was Goa December, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu8oMqxjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LIsfgnYdCKc/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571566363723314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu8oMqxjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LIsfgnYdCKc/s400/IMG_5478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571554302072114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu77Q8lTI/AAAAAAAAAls/8dRJyWwEPWM/s400/IMG_5455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu7mJq2OI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pVYf7wVWQ40/s1600/IMG_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571548634405090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu7mJq2OI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pVYf7wVWQ40/s400/IMG_5510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571539200225730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu7DAYscI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PufEDFDEJqM/s400/IMG_5745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571531172996130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu6lGi5CI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xh65iA5e3kM/s400/IMG_5731.JPG" /&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/5762639310740692626-1604198546183038728?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1604198546183038728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1604198546183038728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1604198546183038728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1604198546183038728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-bike-ride-sun-sand-salty-water-fun.html' title='Food Food, Bike Ride, Sun, Sand, Salty water, Fun, Relaxed'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPzu8oMqxjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LIsfgnYdCKc/s72-c/IMG_5478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-450846760697286182</id><published>2010-12-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:29:53.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, not events control my life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPfzAlGkxOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zUeTvjjB2FY/s1600/Rohit%2BPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546168657415292130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPfzAlGkxOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zUeTvjjB2FY/s400/Rohit%2BPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to fall for wrong things too &amp;amp; probably we fall for wrong things quiet easily. She was the wrong thing that happened to me. Probably I never thought that she was or she is wrong. But may be she indeed was, thats what she proved it to me with so much persevrense. Bingo....Thanks for clicking on right time, else you would have spoiled many lives. What all God gave you in all these years, atleast you used a bit out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people get addicted to so many bad things in life, you were my bad addiction for a while ;). Life isn't a test &amp;amp; trial arena &amp;amp; you don't test, try n play for bloody 5-6 months. You always cried 'Rohit, I am not that type of girl.' or 'Rohit, I am not that bad.' Ask your conciousness &amp;amp; you'll have the answer, else ask God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though anyone will say that it is easier said than done but the reality is that I am &amp;amp; I have to feel it this way..... &amp;amp; this is how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't wanna hate anyone. But for God's sake, do not spoil more lives. It hurts, and that is understandable to only those who get hurt. God forgive everyone. God be with everyone. Thanks for opening my eyes to the real world. And so many thanks for leaving the space for the beautifull lady who really deserve this uncontrolable, honest, crazy LOVE, which even raised your eyebrows at times. It'll definitely be same (&amp;amp; will not cease as in your case) for 'The Girl' in my life. She's on the way :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for showing me Mumbai &amp;amp; teaching me the real spirit of Mumbai..... the unstoppable, always on the move. Now, God please do me a favour &amp;amp; help me in forgetting the thoughts of that Devil, Sin, who played with emotions of too many, though it isn't all that easy coz I wasn't playing a game, wasn't doing a test &amp;amp; a trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES&lt;br /&gt;roheet ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-450846760697286182?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/450846760697286182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=450846760697286182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/450846760697286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/450846760697286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-not-events-control-my-life.html' title='I, not events control my life....'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPfzAlGkxOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zUeTvjjB2FY/s72-c/Rohit%2BPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8154937604908675280</id><published>2010-12-01T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:55:48.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaee Bloggy "??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPaUJgizrSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ttc_3zr6YK4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545782882229005602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPaUJgizrSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ttc_3zr6YK4/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aaee Bloggy achha sa nahi lag raha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, is it that I did something wrong?? Was that a some sort of punishment??&lt;br /&gt;I know some things have no answers... but all that was so dam beautifull, where did it all go suddenly??? There's strange hollowness some where deep inside, help me fill that... God help me in filling that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a table tennis game I was playing with an opponent in which one had to win. It wasn't a game which was of limited time period. It wasn't a game where the loser had no chance to come back. It wasn't a game, it really wasn't a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I used as an instrument to give insecurities to the person n to bind someone better???&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, It seriously took a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;it's a strange hollowness... It was a free flowing love....complete dedication....no brainer, no mind, no fucking complications, no bloody dominance, no bullshit, not a dam physical lust..... it was that hell of a Dil se relation! I still can't remember if I had stopped looking at mirror, if I had started dreaming beautifull instead of earlier thoughts of dreaming big.&lt;br /&gt;it is gone....&lt;br /&gt;there's a strange hollowness..... n somtimes I feel like getting along with someone n sometimes I feel like doing something big n sometimes I feel like sitting alone n other times it's just like that..... may be i need someone in life, may be i dont need....... there's some definite hollowness here &amp;amp; I am so dam sure about the kind of feeling on other side&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He just broke down and cried his heart out. "Why?" he asked himself. "Idiot," came the impish reply, "you never asked 'why' when you laughed out loud, so why now?... Just feel the moment and flow with the rhythm of the universe."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer you up! You stupid fella, you just bought 4 hell good of rocking T shirts :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8154937604908675280?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8154937604908675280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8154937604908675280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8154937604908675280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8154937604908675280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/aaaee-bloggy.html' title='Aaaee Bloggy &quot;??&quot;'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPaUJgizrSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ttc_3zr6YK4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6934243601187279832</id><published>2010-11-29T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:59:48.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bade chal, chale chal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPSgtalJA-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/-KswwaOO1SI/s1600/Inspiration_27228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545233743289582562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPSgtalJA-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/-KswwaOO1SI/s400/Inspiration_27228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rehne de aasma, zameen ki talaash kar!&lt;br /&gt;Sab kuchh yahin hai, kahin aur talaash na kar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Har Aarzu puri ho to jeene ka kya maza!&lt;br /&gt;Jeene ke liye bas ek kami ki talaash kar!!! &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/5762639310740692626-6934243601187279832?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6934243601187279832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6934243601187279832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6934243601187279832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6934243601187279832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/bade-chal-chale-chal.html' title='bade chal, chale chal...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPSgtalJA-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/-KswwaOO1SI/s72-c/Inspiration_27228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8290238302020175931</id><published>2010-11-29T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:58:05.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuchh aisa sa hai :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K9zvA-CWMrU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh aisi si hai zindagi.... ek kadam...do kadam...ludko, giro, sambhlo, lekin chalna mat chhodo....chale jaao....chalte jaao.... mat ruko...mat ruko...mat ruko...oooopsss...lekin ruko, jaroor ruko, suno, samjho, sab galat nahi hote, sab galat nahi hota, sab sahi hai, sab achha hai, karna tumhe hi hai, apne aap kuchh nahi hota, apne aap sirf vishwaas hota hai ya nahi hota hai....It's confusing at times but It's beautiful out there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rah gujar ki aakhon mein chamak chod jaayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Khamoshiyon ki maut gawara nahi humko!&lt;br /&gt;Pahachaan apni dur talak chod jayenge,&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha hain toot kar bhi khanak chod jaayeinge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya Bloggy&lt;br /&gt;I had my share of Coffee &amp;amp; Click Click Clicking around with camera. It did bring some Calming effect...&lt;br /&gt;Huggy Huggy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8290238302020175931?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8290238302020175931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8290238302020175931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8290238302020175931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8290238302020175931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/kya-ye-sach-hai.html' title='Kuchh aisa sa hai :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K9zvA-CWMrU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4610561724896770750</id><published>2010-11-28T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:55:50.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing hits you as hard as Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPMUUsKCyYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mfyA6yEm4l0/s1600/IMG_5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544797911906437506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPMUUsKCyYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mfyA6yEm4l0/s400/IMG_5149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to decide, whats right &amp;amp; whats wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the small fish in quite a big pond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to forgive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just a little older than grown up kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that I put in my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was so much willing to adjust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love I gave had everything in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love I gave had no conditions attached to it;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never hid anything, I never pushed anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I wanted was to be with her &amp;amp; to keep her with me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But someone stumbeled somewhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not a justification to my intense dedication;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end all it mattered was that I loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wonder, is it that mankind has gone through such an amzing mutation?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can emotions be so strongly controlled &amp;amp; the thing built for months be thrown in a day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, NOTHING HITS YOU AS HARD AS LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear Bloggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are still the bestest friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muaaah Muaaah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4610561724896770750?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4610561724896770750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4610561724896770750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4610561724896770750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4610561724896770750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-hits-you-as-hard-as-life.html' title='Nothing hits you as hard as Life'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TPMUUsKCyYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mfyA6yEm4l0/s72-c/IMG_5149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3739459931500414099</id><published>2010-11-15T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:11:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will she be able to live her part....??</title><content type='html'>And he had another set of testing times....yet another &amp;amp; this one is difficult... real difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though yesterday's events &amp;amp; the words that fell out of her mouth, have made him little stronger but yes he did love her immensely.  She meant/s so much to him, so very much to him. He din't leave anything unturned. Once, though he wasn't all that wrong but still on being told, he accepted few of things could have been avoided. It din't mean that she should followed a wrong step just to prove him wrong.... She must have avoided it. She shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows she created it. Something is on the verge, will she be able to pull it back??&lt;br /&gt;Will she be able to save it the way he did all this while.... God knows.... He left rest in her &amp;amp; God's hands. He had lived his part nicely &amp;amp; will strive for it provided she also carries forward the relationship from the odds she created in last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy need a tight hug... a real tight one&lt;br /&gt;rohit...right from the window sofa ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3739459931500414099?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3739459931500414099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3739459931500414099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3739459931500414099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3739459931500414099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-she-be-able-to-live-her-part.html' title='Will she be able to live her part....??'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2632314664204624249</id><published>2010-11-14T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:46:05.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh Bohyyy....what was that....phewww.... :P</title><content type='html'>Ohhh.. dear bloggy......ohhh bohyyy....ohhh bohhyy.... is it happening to me.....Pinching myself into reality check...yeah, it i's happening to me....Only God knows what wrong I did????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this ?? Is it what you get when you put in the best ??&lt;br /&gt;May be.....yeah, may be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding myself too immature to understand the complexities of human behaviour propelled by negative human thoughts..... Too immature to understand the craziest things human brain can make someone do, which are equally crazy....this is unthought of, unimagined of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For best of my interest, I must recall those lovely lines I used to scream in school days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday can be a beautiful day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just take a look around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think about all of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonderfull things you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be thankful for.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and beautiful dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539335832468772882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TN-sl0nk2BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PcBw35qP5WA/s400/IMG_4897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The storm is never half as bad as it seems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let the rain ruin your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the dark clouds move in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUST SMILE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because the GOOD TIMES are on the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;GOOD TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;love ya bloggy my dear&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2632314664204624249?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2632314664204624249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2632314664204624249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2632314664204624249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2632314664204624249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/ohhhh-bohyyywhat-was-thatphewww-p.html' title='Ohhhh Bohyyy....what was that....phewww.... :P'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TN-sl0nk2BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PcBw35qP5WA/s72-c/IMG_4897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3234267667773804152</id><published>2010-10-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:27:32.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'S'</title><content type='html'>My brain responds to altogether different tones. Heart is no way near to what it used to be. It feels nice to even think of her. On a busy day every blink of an eye flashes some part of her world. It was not like this ever before; whatever I tried I never reached this high of my life. The life’s purposes have changed entirely; I have a higher reason for everything. I have superior causes to work for. It isn’t same as it used to be. Those practicalities sound mere fast paced illusions &amp;amp; they indeed are. You are wonderful, not because you really were but because of the chemistry of your reaction with my everything &amp;amp; it is giving all these soothing soul warming charm to many things which were so dam usual before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, more than just, beautiful things that have happened to me ever since I met the girl of my dreams. So many that I can clearly chart out a list of a hundred "befores and afters" in my life right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I’ll say I always wanted you; reality speaks you arrived 4 months back in my life. But the four months have been more than what a most efficient human can do it with. Through some higher power, spirituality or by our own charm, my emotions have been best exploited in these months. No one would like to let it happen to himself/herself in the conditions with which things started to come with. Shivani, but here’s the honest thanks for doing that to me. Holding each other's hand has been enchanting. It’s been mutual surrendering. I am loving to lose control to you. Handle me with care, I am delicate. And now, I can say, I’ll always want you.... let me get numb, let me get engrossed; let those noises not reach me. Let us create a wonderful, honest, lovely world to live in with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important things to me has been the expansion of my being. Before I met her - life was all about how much do I know, how accomplished I am, what have I learnt and just how great I am in my own silly ways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her warm existence made me realize how less I was doing in my life, by doing what revolved around ordinary or little more than that. Not that you did wonders knowingly, not knowing, you have taught me how to be proud of what I haven’t seen, known n achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries now, there’s space, enough of it, to explore myself a little more. I feel like a kid who has been put on a new self discovery path of the same self in the same world but now with a purpose - living the best life for this lady who deserves nothing but the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roheeeet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3234267667773804152?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3234267667773804152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3234267667773804152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3234267667773804152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3234267667773804152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/s.html' title='&apos;S&apos;'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2708306031846508758</id><published>2010-10-23T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:02:52.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love, relationship &amp; the bonding...</title><content type='html'>Man who cares you n truely loves you; in troubled times will need an&lt;br /&gt;uplift from you &amp;amp; when he'll get that he'll show all his concern &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;wamth to you, provided you stay true to him n put your expectations&lt;br /&gt;truely to him. If you n he has a point of disagreement than there must&lt;br /&gt;be something in it worth thinking for you or atleast discussing&lt;br /&gt;patiently. He'll not just push things on you coz you are the one he is&lt;br /&gt;most concerned of. He'll deny only where he wants to balance things&lt;br /&gt;out,else he'll mostly favour you coz he truely loves you. Being an&lt;br /&gt;understanding, caring n loving woman, you must help him in balancing&lt;br /&gt;out the things in his life, which he being a man has to face. He is&lt;br /&gt;the one who'll stand tall on your support system, your support system&lt;br /&gt;is must for his success &amp;amp; so is his care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women who gets respect, value, love n care from his man should never&lt;br /&gt;disrespect his man. Disrespect n taunting is not for your man, not for&lt;br /&gt;a man who bows n bents for his woman, not for the one who cherishes&lt;br /&gt;her lady's smile, who puts in effort to bring joy to her &amp;amp; tries to&lt;br /&gt;keep her as a princess. Taunting/ Disrespecting such companion is&lt;br /&gt;fatal. Patience is a must for healthy relationship. A relation&lt;br /&gt;sometimes demands you to even chew the stones. This does reeps lovely&lt;br /&gt;outcome in long run. Patience &amp;amp; True Care does wonders to a&lt;br /&gt;relationship and you end up earning a lot more goodness than what you&lt;br /&gt;ever expected. A good, lovely, long, never ending, healthy&lt;br /&gt;relationship is a hard way to live up but the best way to live up. All&lt;br /&gt;the struggle &amp;amp; tough times soon give you the feelings, emotions n&lt;br /&gt;sentiments that are so strong which human does take with him even when&lt;br /&gt;travelling away from this universe. A true relationship is a tough&lt;br /&gt;love, but a lovely love coz in all odds your lover will be even &amp;amp; will&lt;br /&gt;stand by you to nullify every odd. Hats off to people who stand tall&lt;br /&gt;to difficulties, quarrels n fights of a relation. Hats off to people&lt;br /&gt;who stay unmoved just to give hand to their companion in a&lt;br /&gt;thunderstorm. May their love stay long, forever, strong n nice. They&lt;br /&gt;shall enjoy each other's company forever. They shall bond stronger&lt;br /&gt;after every odd. Fight but only to come back n love with even more&lt;br /&gt;intensity. Love each other impractically. Be selfish for a relation n&lt;br /&gt;not for yourself alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;roheeet :)&lt;br /&gt;kissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2708306031846508758?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2708306031846508758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2708306031846508758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2708306031846508758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2708306031846508758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-relationship-bonding.html' title='love, relationship &amp; the bonding...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3830860141196498789</id><published>2010-10-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:26:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And i...</title><content type='html'>And i tried to define love, I found myself so incapable to put it down in words.... N than I simply thought about it, I pondered, smiled n just moved on, coz I could actually feel what love is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw her, she looked beautifull, so capable, so energetic n so vibrant. Her thin eyebrows n classic smile on lovely lips were charismatic enough to glow your soul. So what if she was 70+ yrs of age &amp;amp; mere 4+ inches in structure, she was no incapable. So what if she had supporters with a frame supporting her legs, she wasn't crippled. So what if she took time to deliver words, she spoke lovely sentences. So what if she was taken care by a middle aged man, she had enough will power to take on anything. All she wanted was love of her own people.... She is an old Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw him, shiny bright skin made him look awesome. Chirpy energy, and the free flowing unbounded he looked so jovial, unaware of the skin allergy he had been going through. The rashes on his face were too small to stop him from starting his own wiered illogically logical story telling session. He jumped, romped, stomped, kicked, yelled, shouted, kissed, hugged. He is defines 'no worries', worries that are not thought about are cake walk. He defines 'unboundedness', he defines 'carefree'. He is a brat who din't measure himself by the limitations. Mere 3+ yr old. He is a free soul who belived creative randomness &amp;amp; kicks away the so called, worldly hinderances.... He is a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to nani's picture everyday, she passed away 2-3 weeks back. He sits just below the picture hanging on the wall &amp;amp; prays for unlimited time. He definitely misses her, he misses the quarrels, the fights, debates, issues they always had between them. He doesn't like it being quiet all the time. He is still a source of energy, youth at mind, a full fledge accounts handler, a finance man, a business man, a learned person. Who simply slogs newspaper for hours n hours n atleast 5-6 hours. He is my Nanu, around 80yrs of enlightenment he brings to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish ya Good Times&lt;br /&gt;I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3830860141196498789?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3830860141196498789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3830860141196498789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3830860141196498789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3830860141196498789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-tried-to-define-love-i-found.html' title='And i...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5283561742116627736</id><published>2010-10-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:48:33.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have fixed my heart on you...</title><content type='html'>Not that I have stopped joking or I have taken a break from all that chit chat.... I have been usual me. But than it's life &amp;amp; it is generally adequately filled up with surprises, good or bad, strange or familiar. Yeah surprises can definitely be familiar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar surprises are the ones where you were aware of the occurance but you never went beyond that thought. It was left than n there. But you realise a lot more when the same thing again bumped into you after few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani expired &amp;amp; it took big heart to accept everything which had to happen someday. But today again for some reasons or other, the same thought brought me to my same ol philosophical Jungle. We all have billion people around us &amp;amp; practically we are never alone. It's just that with some people we chose to be &amp;amp; we fix our hearts with them. Their movement away from us pinches. Otherwise there's whole world waiting to spend time with, call frnz, sit n gossip at a cafe or spend time with the old lady sitting in the park, who needs helping hand, a company. Else play cricket with the toddler who just wants to bat n will hate bowling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is big world. There are Billion, no Trillion, no no it's Zillion things that you could actually do &amp;amp; can never be alone, get bored or stay empty handed. But thats not what I chose to make my life with. I have fixed my heart on you. Have focused my senses on you. I chose to be with you. That is why you are so dam important to me. I don't know what is the world's opinion on you &amp;amp; I don't ever care for that. For me you are beautifull. You are amazing, stupendous, the best thing that ever happened to me. And I am letting myself freely fall in LOVE with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in Love n you know it's not just plain L.O.V.E. It's little more than that. It truely is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;;) Good Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence on your face is something that simply touches :) touchwood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5283561742116627736?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5283561742116627736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5283561742116627736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5283561742116627736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5283561742116627736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-fixed-my-heart-on-you.html' title='I have fixed my heart on you...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7117463632904079451</id><published>2010-10-08T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:37:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With her</title><content type='html'>It's a long night, after a long time it's a long night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long night coz he has been trying her number &amp;amp; she had kept it on silent since long. He wants to talk to her, little worried about her &amp;amp; she has still kept it on silent or may be cellphone is kept so far that she can not hear it tinkle. But she should actually hear him remembering her, shouldn't she :). Not sure, why she is not picking it up, all he could come up with is that he surely is missing her. 'Not able to speak to her' is hitting him as an iron rod on head. He Loves her &amp;amp; he crazily misses her. He never knew he could be like this for someone. He is on a land where he had never been. Someone is loving to be in love. 'Touchwood-Thank God-Keep her safe-Bless our relation-keep both of us happilly together', is what he prayed when he bowed in front of supreme power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally his phone rang...she called him. He felt good, only to get worried again.... baingan ka bharta is the only food she expertise in... Soon he'll surely shed lot of weight. For her, he is willing to eat baingan ka bharta 365x24 &amp;amp; will try to nibble &amp;amp; digest the rigid thin crust pizza base like chapatis... All this won't be all that bad...he is sure of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha....welcome into the relationship....welcome to the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;Love ya bloggy&lt;br /&gt;n love ya Shivi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7117463632904079451?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7117463632904079451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7117463632904079451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7117463632904079451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7117463632904079451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-her.html' title='With her'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2510973993471050825</id><published>2010-10-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:49:10.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'She'...the best that can ever happen to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the girl....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the girl of my dreams...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the girl of my dreams is with me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the girl of my dreams at times fight with me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;achha nahi lagta hai re....dhyaan rakha kar :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider yourself lucky to have me on your side &amp;amp; I consider myself lucky to have you on my side... Life's definitely not a cakewalk, God definitely takes tests.... n he has already started. But than he is the one who has given all the blessings for us to go pass all the trivial issues of life &amp;amp; stay bonded like aaaahhhh ahhhh goody goody good..... Bless you my girl :) God Bless our relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shivi, lets run....lets run across the beach with white sand, clear water &amp;amp; those coconut trees....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's set up a tent there &amp;amp; relax in a bonfire....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go to terrace n lie down doing nothing, just holding hands &amp;amp; measuring the brightness of stars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let the trivial issues be there like any other nonbotheration in our love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's Love Shivi Let's Love :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2510973993471050825?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2510973993471050825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2510973993471050825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2510973993471050825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2510973993471050825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/shethe-best-that-can-ever-happen-to-me.html' title='&apos;She&apos;...the best that can ever happen to me...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6650912434552392946</id><published>2010-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:10:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumbaiyya</title><content type='html'>"Excuse me! Can I have a Chilly Cheese Toast?", someone yelled as if owner of the cafe chain is her papa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young, extrovert, just out of school, with black nail paint on all 20 nails, black bangles, wearing black framed glasses, carrying blag bag, flaunting her black revealing and had an appealing black maskara on her otherwise tiny lashes...only thing that wasn't black was her translucent lip gloss....Spoilt child of rich busy parents. She, tried hard to look sexy 26 year old hottie when she was just 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there was one in the 9.37 AM local, who lagged behind her counterparts, had a bulky body, messed up hairs, kiddish walk. She spoke in a rediculously strange accent, had a far from normal body language, still she looked cheerfull girl, far too less grown up from brain, her body outgrew her brains. She was a mentally retarded girl who was being taken to school by mother. Mother held her hand tightly. The girl was unaware of the cruel practicalities of the world she had been brought into. Knowing &amp;amp; gauging the troubles, her mother had a peculiarly strange tensed looking body language....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world, welcome to Mumbai. Colours of Mumbai are no big wonders... The posh suttawala, who had a big big LCD in his 4x4 feet khoka, took out all his sutta n paan stuff for 2 Ganpati Idols, a big and a small. To create space for Ganpati Idols he has been selling suttas from the adjacent footpath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with starngely bold Mumbaities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6650912434552392946?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6650912434552392946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6650912434552392946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6650912434552392946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6650912434552392946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-mumbaiyya.html' title='Random Mumbaiyya'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7271081458537396154</id><published>2010-09-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:49:48.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Related :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woooohooo.... this is roller coaster.... this is hell lika crazy... 3 months n the time flew past faster than F16 supersonic... Sleepless nights made him realize he can stay up for 22 hours a day, can work like a robot....this definitely took some toll but it was worth it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those lights just outside his room are twinkling like a Crazy sparkle in the sky, he's lost into the blinking sparkle spilling all around... lost in the time &amp;amp; in thoughts, in toughts that surpass any normality... thoughts that make him strong &amp;amp; soft together, thoughts that confuse him, shudder him &amp;amp; also bring admiration, love, eternity, maturity &amp;amp; understanding. He is lost in the thoughts of his current relationship... He has enjoyed these 3 months n count them among the biggest things that ever happened to him. He is maturing, becoming more understanding, loving, and growing up with a lovely relationship. Nurturing this relation. He is Living it up... He is alive &amp;amp; kicking... He is engaged....he is high on Life....He is in Love with Shivani..... This is abundance of his life.... I am in Love :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't let go off few dates... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd June: ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th August: pick up from airport, drive, Metropolitan nikko, CCD, Delhi-Ludhiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st Aug: Plan A forcefull changed to Plan B, Route from Chandigarh diverted to Ludhiana, Saraba Nagar Market, back home on 1st Sep Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Sep: Oooops...Big day....fas gaye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th Sep: Let it get fixed in memories....Drove 350+ Km... Delhi-Panipat-Delhi-Khan Mkt-IP Extention-Parikrama-See Off---Loved it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7271081458537396154?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7271081458537396154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7271081458537396154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7271081458537396154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7271081458537396154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/related.html' title='Related :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-9073209583383439427</id><published>2010-08-09T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:36:07.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>'As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny &amp;amp; meaning of my life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest people are those who are true to their emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being true is at times little complicated &amp;amp; foolish but I am quite happy to be what I am... Just waiting to be flying :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503509057198913426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TGBkVCR8d5I/AAAAAAAAAio/6spYYbV8YQ0/s400/Jump+Rohit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-9073209583383439427?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9073209583383439427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=9073209583383439427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9073209583383439427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9073209583383439427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/what_09.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TGBkVCR8d5I/AAAAAAAAAio/6spYYbV8YQ0/s72-c/Jump+Rohit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1915608138471660132</id><published>2010-08-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:23:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>'As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny &amp;amp; meaning of my life'&lt;br /&gt;... Nepolean Bonaparte Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest people are those who are true to their emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy to be what I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1915608138471660132?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1915608138471660132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1915608138471660132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1915608138471660132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1915608138471660132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-212819611245281334</id><published>2010-07-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:06:55.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely frustations :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFMuofDfvEI/AAAAAAAAAig/a57qHy1xuYk/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499790843015314498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFMuofDfvEI/AAAAAAAAAig/a57qHy1xuYk/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Browsing through the aisle of dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what dream to pick up to dream tonight.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I am afraid of something.... Just that last I picked some real big ones &amp;amp; haven't even managed to reach half way mark, not that I din't put in the efforts! But big just dint happen to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can Dreaming be done cautiously ??? Can dreams be controlled??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the fuck cares...?? Our lives have been too buisy to handle the cruel reality.... and the time to dream is taken away by deep tired out sleeps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams have that charm of taking us to all the forbidden land; untouched, unexplored, virgin arenas. Dreams take us to the wonderland where we get anything but just less than everything. Still, we slog like stupid asses carrying rubble on their backs....we are so much dived into reality &amp;amp; have become wondefully practical, resulting our thoughts to struggle for crossing obvious.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats not the kind of....I want to live..... WTF am I doing????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all must get frustated in life, for those who don't have frustations are the ones with either too many achievements or with too less dreams....in short they are half dead.... Thankfully I get frustated, irritated and dont fall in the mentioned category.... and I am proud of being this way....I am true to myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to run, I want to write, I want to play, I want to watch a lovely movie, I want to drive on a long green road, I want to love, I want to kiss, I want to listen music at full volume, I want to scream, yell, shout the loudest, I want to be very myself.... I want to win my own way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...cRAzIlY rOhIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-212819611245281334?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/212819611245281334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=212819611245281334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/212819611245281334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/212819611245281334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely-frustations.html' title='lovely frustations :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFMuofDfvEI/AAAAAAAAAig/a57qHy1xuYk/s72-c/IMG_1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3531552388019418783</id><published>2010-07-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:57:38.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude is again getting ready to storm  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFDuBYX4L-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0L8JZ_n5GfM/s1600/Rohit+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499156852509257698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFDuBYX4L-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0L8JZ_n5GfM/s400/Rohit+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I had had so much inbetween all these days to put up on blog....but I restrained. I restrained coz someone had taught me in recent times that few things are close to hearts. These things are not to be shout out all the time. Without weighing in the logics I gave in to the advises. And the blog was vacant....unposted....deserted....LOL......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been bloody 1 week, since I have been breaking bed. I have slept, lied on bed in all possible positions for last 1 week. I have dreamt so much that it now feels heavy to dream any more. I have dreamt about nearly every possible fiction n non fiction. I so much want to get out n start working.... my body so much wants to work out again... legs are eager more than ever before to again measure the track... But reality pulls me back, I have been getting exhausted with smallest effort....probably thats what they refer as human limitations/illness. I have just got up from maleria. Still all this while my heart has been working perfectly fine n have been loving someone as beatifully as it can ever do. It's still as active as it can be!! As intresting as it could get....It is my lovely chirpy...crazy, freaky heart. It loves &amp;amp; wants to be loved. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, at times feel proud about working in current job. I am so much connected to my vendors &amp;amp; love being upto my commitments. My vendors had been msging me 'get well soon' msgs. Though it will be another normal thing with any buyer (person performing the role I am handeling), for me those msgs brought a small smile. It feels good to be among people, with people. For life is all about relations you build while moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been lovely time, phone calls have a time now...they are not as random as they used to be when we started. We wait, if not we, atleast I wait for call at 5:30 AM, 12:05 Noon, 1:20 PM, 5:05 PM, 6:00 PM, 11:00 PM. It's lovely how things are shaping up by themselves....If it is God than....God please please keep the things this way...If it is something else, than also...God...please please keep it this way... This is beautiful understanding Me &amp;amp; Shivani have developed, we are adjusting to things without even telling each other about it. I call her my 'Rockstar'. She knows I am no less than a 'sportsstar'. Its a starry life for each other, we are stars in each others lives n need no approvals :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 days down the line, I'll again start running...I am eager n excited about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rohit (motivating himself for bigger things in life)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3531552388019418783?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3531552388019418783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3531552388019418783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3531552388019418783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3531552388019418783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/dude-is-again-getting-ready-to-storm.html' title='Dude is again getting ready to storm  :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TFDuBYX4L-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0L8JZ_n5GfM/s72-c/Rohit+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7138151548148913859</id><published>2010-07-01T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:38:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensed...</title><content type='html'>Somethings matter so much to us that despite every dam confirmation, you just cant relax till the time you get it. You want those things so badly &amp;amp; they mean so much to your life. The constant unstoppable process in brain which keeps reminding you the importance &amp;amp; need of it, is the one what brings that taunting fear of loosing or not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you wait for the calls of loved ones...which have to come in any case...&lt;br /&gt;Dont you wait with tension &amp;amp; eagerness for the loved ones to arrive home in any case...&lt;br /&gt;Dont you live in constant thoughts of holding on to your gold, you build up with lifetime savings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fear, and it is very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Coz some people are little more than important to us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..rohit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7138151548148913859?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7138151548148913859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7138151548148913859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7138151548148913859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7138151548148913859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/tensed.html' title='Tensed...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-299074448251438397</id><published>2010-06-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:58:55.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run-Walk to Siddhivinayak!!</title><content type='html'>He hasn't given me anything easily..I don't know why? I haven't done all that wrong in my life. Even If I had been wrong sometime, for that he has already snatched lot of good times from me. God, you'll melt this time. I haven't asked you many things in life, the biggest prays I did was with mum, whenever Papa got late &amp;amp; we worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I saw a shooting star I asked for happiness of people aroun. Whenever I had a eyelash hair on my face, i asked for happiness of people around. Whenever I passed through the road &amp;amp; train crossed through overbridge and people called it lucky, i still asked for happiness of the people around. Today also i din't ask anything from you, coz you know what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life I had such an intense feeling in Temple, never a tear rolled from my eye with such intensity n thoughts. It did today when I visited you... God, coz this timeI meant something big. All the way I walked to you with my head down, staring at road n nothing else. All I did was think about just you, her &amp;amp; the people in my life. I came back the same way. I din't touch the water for those 2.5 hrs. My body dint seem like my own, it was just 10-12 hours sleep in last 7 days. When I came to yo, I meant something big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we keep asking for good people around. We ask for good friends, good teachers, good bosses, good neighbour &amp;amp; do ask for good spouces. She isn't a Supermodel, neither a rockstar but she is a bit too sweet. Her patience &amp;amp; her quietness, her brains &amp;amp; her innocense, her smile &amp;amp; her laugh are so dam intense that I am unable to think of anyone else. Our frequencies match to an extent I never dreamt of. 7 days &amp;amp; we have exchanged so much which is beyond normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been crazy with my thoughts but I havent used it for bad. I went ahead &amp;amp; thought of building a world with her. I am sure that she'll complement me. We'll definitely make big difference in each others life...all for good. Snatch her away &amp;amp; you'll snatch few weeks out of my life, the weeks that can innfluence my life. And to an extent shake my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a purpose to see you today. You been there all this while...I guess you understand me! God, I want to be with her!! This is all I mean &amp;amp; you know. Please conspire to bring her in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weak rohit&lt;br /&gt;...i'll rather look weak &amp;amp; jot down my heart than letting things distroy me in the pretence of being strong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-299074448251438397?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/299074448251438397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=299074448251438397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/299074448251438397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/299074448251438397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-walk-to-siddhivinayak.html' title='Run-Walk to Siddhivinayak!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6692833466929307362</id><published>2010-06-27T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:15:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness &amp; incapable old man!</title><content type='html'>Half an hour past midnight...it's dripping..tip-tip, tip-top...it dint pour this time, it rained sweetly! It rained, may be to lighten that spark in thoughts, in minds n in hearts. The spark of love, passion, poetry or any other creativity. God keeps reminding us at times.....we all need to put in creativity else the boredom will kill the humanity! Who cares....I am lazed till the last electron, neutron of my body! When I am lazying, I am just lazying!! :) Rains bring that lovely laziness also...more people yawn &amp;amp; people yawn more. More people feel sleepy &amp;amp; people sleep more. The world slows down!! Lets pause, lets freeze!! Lets Dream slow!! Lets Lie down n do nothin, nothing at all!!! Coz tomorrow is monday!! You'll be sluggish, drained, battered, shattered &amp;amp; totally Ophizzed! Yes you'll be caged for the week....So Sleep like a king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the days in the week, when nik was in real hurry, coz he wanted to catch up with his thoughts &amp;amp; that lovely Cafe Late'. He was running on platform, suddenly a blank faced, not blank but 'asking' face pulled him. The face had so much strength that Nik couldn't move a step ahead, there was magnetism. An old man, barely able to walk, having stick &amp;amp; umbrella in his hand was struggling to get down from stairs. It was a struggle of old man's natural strength with the God's gravity &amp;amp; the man made structures. It was too complicated for the old man to handle at that age but he had destination where he had to reach. He had to complete a journey, n he was not willing to not reach destination. Old man literally cried for help &amp;amp; Nik gave his hand somehow...leaving all his thoughts behind. Old man wasn't tidy, he looked shabby, people around din't bother about him &amp;amp; his helplesness..Nik grabbed his hand...made him step down from stairs smoothly...letting him take support of his shoulders. And the bystanders watched like frozen puppets. Now old man was confident like a Rockstar....Nick took him till handicap compartment. Old man boarded train n went for his destination.... Nick missed 3 trains all this while, he was late now....The thoughts he wanted to ponder were replaced by new ones. Coffee was out of scene!! He was happy!! He managed smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Nick felt an unseen warmth, felt protected &amp;amp; felt complete! He cuddled his two pillows &amp;amp; slept hugging them tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs n kisses&lt;br /&gt;rohit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6692833466929307362?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6692833466929307362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6692833466929307362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6692833466929307362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6692833466929307362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-hour-past-midnight.html' title='Laziness &amp; incapable old man!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8770581757391112538</id><published>2010-06-26T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:14:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fear of losing the Good!</title><content type='html'>For him, It's been little unlucky all the while....!! As far as he could recall....it started with that school party before leaving school for Summer Vacations. Probably some 18 years back! He was so dam excited n everything was on place, bought hell lotta goodies for the class. Just on the eave before the party, he ran into a car &amp;amp; got 5 stitches below knee. Doctor advised bed rest, his party cancelled! And still expressions of those moments are embedded in his memories....'God what wrong I did', he kept questioning ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar things happened in the relations which followed him in years...can still recall the way he was laughed upon at Girl Friend's B'day Party, they had nearly broken away a few days back...going back home, at night, he fell from bike &amp;amp; tore away his best &amp;amp; most favourite shirt. He was not at all worried about the bleeding elbow n knee. The days that looked awesome from distance ended with the worst scenes. No one could help it, he was helpless, coz the God controlled things from up up, up there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 2+ years ago the man won again. He was cheered by all the batchmates, coz his was the only name which had 3 job offers embedded, in first half of day 1. For him the break following placements was lovely n exciting, he spent on food, clothes n parties. Just a week before joining 2 of the employers pulled back citing financial breakdown issues, 3rd one reduced the offerings....all he could do was cry from deep inside...coz God had yet again not been fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let it be' isn't a bad attitude he had adopted since all this while....coz that's what he's been learning...let it be...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a loser, a fiery fighter...but even than he can not control the 'fear of loss', coz this fear still makes him shudder. The fear of losing the good hits more than the loss itself! It brings confidence down by atleast a 'milimeter'...All he want is humour n sports to fall back upon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Godmen, Pundits still say...he has an excellent future, a big man he is!! A big man...ha ha!! Eagerness to win is still intact!! He'll win big time!! He will!! Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love-hugs-kisses&lt;br /&gt;rohit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8770581757391112538?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8770581757391112538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8770581757391112538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8770581757391112538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8770581757391112538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/fear-of-losing-good.html' title='The fear of losing the Good!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3439068612097904415</id><published>2010-06-23T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:08:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow - Ludhiana :)</title><content type='html'>'Current Location: Glasgow, United Kingdon!' someone proudly (or may be not) hung this on her profile!! Well....that gave him a blow...no more he can boast of his location as 'B.O.M.B.A.Y' ..afterall Bombay sounds so dull in front of Glasgow, add United Kingdom to it &amp;amp; Bombay faints into grey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..she was making Mushrooms n they chatted...He conspired for n she indeed forgot to add salt...LOL! Life takes people nowhere from somewhere, people meet intresting people. They succeed in building little nothings for sometime but are eventually bound to desert each other. Not being sentimental but definitely It sometimes feels sometimes unfair. Coz when u want to...you want to what??...what...nothing!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chatted, never realised for how long, but it was pretty long, for the first time. Probably both enjoyed that..she looked beautiful but far too less than her smile. It doesnt matter how she looked, coz she was little too away from him. Hmm...He was talking about the coincidence by which they met or the ones which din't let them meet at all. They talked a lot, a lot about each other &amp;amp; about tiny nothings. Even all that was not enough for him, he wanted more but it was late. So he went on dreaming, he liked doing that, he enjoyed. We all like doing that....coz in dreams, we get everything we want. LOL, my philosophical is shit back after a stint with months of constipation.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486091952300655570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TCKDkGYCg9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/PA2cuqN1-Uk/s400/girl_shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a frank chat between him &amp;amp; the beautiful girl who came so close n went so far. Fortunately, these are those SWEET NOTHINGS which keep our lives intresting. He was about to sleep but prayed God for frequent Sweet Nothings in his Life. God Declined. Wish you all get SWEET NOTHINGS...ooops....rather wish you all get much more than 'NOTHINGS'. And yeah, wish u see Lovely smile on everyone's face everyday!! Smile, the kind of SHE had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3439068612097904415?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3439068612097904415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3439068612097904415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3439068612097904415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3439068612097904415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-location-glasgow-united-kingdon.html' title='Glasgow - Ludhiana :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TCKDkGYCg9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/PA2cuqN1-Uk/s72-c/girl_shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4747792165146113622</id><published>2010-06-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:37:43.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TCJgf_65-rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BaGjFvJoDt4/s1600/Gymming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486053398941399730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TCJgf_65-rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BaGjFvJoDt4/s400/Gymming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'U have gained some weight', said my trainer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'more than some', I replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No fried, no sweet, less carbs, no choclates', he barked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped back, took out choclate bar from my bag &amp;amp; bit it twice before offering him! Shot 'F' word twice &amp;amp; hopped on tread mill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'M moving on with Cardio...Can we start', I said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Rohit....', he paused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a foodie....'F....'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WOW...&amp;amp; I rejoined Gym after 5 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“They’re not empty calories if they’re full of AWESOMENESS!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pledge 'we'll not Diet until......whatever...whatever... " :P&lt;br /&gt;Happy I am!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4747792165146113622?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4747792165146113622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4747792165146113622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4747792165146113622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4747792165146113622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-have-gained-some-weight-said-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TCJgf_65-rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BaGjFvJoDt4/s72-c/Gymming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8542405454138387635</id><published>2010-05-09T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:17:30.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROI....dn't knw!</title><content type='html'>Cut short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai's getting into nerves, not as good as it used to be!!&lt;br /&gt;CBTL (a Cafe'), Bandra is the place where I have been living, re-energising!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I own a Canon 1000D DSLR, photography isn't all that easy :) but it's still good!!&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to teach young youths :) , feeling good to be a guest faculty at a design institute!!&lt;br /&gt;Office is....little boring now, no matter, some intresting things still exist in that sphere of life!!&lt;br /&gt;Life's little loner as of now......missing frnz....mumbai is all about ROI....u need to justify someone's, everyone's ROI!!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Need thrill, thrust for something exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzZZZzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is I am jogging &amp;amp; I am proud of it!!! J.O.G.G.I.N.G!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8542405454138387635?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8542405454138387635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8542405454138387635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8542405454138387635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8542405454138387635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/roidnt-knw.html' title='ROI....dn&apos;t knw!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7546800669543532601</id><published>2010-04-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:12:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S7_sW3vIKtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5wTN_ie0AMo/s1600/987391_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S7_sW3vIKtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5wTN_ie0AMo/s400/987391_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458341151059225298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always been sure about the fact that &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270868650_0"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; is one of those dam cruel cities where the man's worth usually lags far behind materialistic arrogance. Here every breathing creature ends up in the mad race for 'nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day, we had fun time at Colaba. I was in my own tunes while coming back. I always prefer to stand near the train's door &amp;amp; feel the lovely mumbai breeze. While getting down I pushed the person in front of me as he took too much time, he took nearly billion nano seconds to get down at platform. Few seconds later I had one of the biggest regrets in recent times. The person whom I pushed was a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270868650_1"&gt;blind man&lt;/span&gt;, he stumbled before managing to balance himself on his weak legs. And there I was...showed my cruel behaviour in the cruel city &amp;amp; still standing strong &amp;amp; tall. To my regretful senses it didn't matter if I did that unknowingly. It is not by man's instinct that he becomes cruel here, it's just the city where everything by default gets cruel. The catch is...you can't survive the mad rush without being cruel to yourself &amp;amp; others. The world boasts it as 'NEVER STOPPING' attitude. We all hate it &amp;amp; still we all flaunt it. The NEVER STOPPING ATTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And since than I have taken total non aggressive mode &amp;amp; pledged to show no aggression for a week, even if I am pushed, pulled, bashed, kicked or even thrown out. That's compensation for a pinching regret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Rohit MAD RACE Khatri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7546800669543532601?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7546800669543532601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7546800669543532601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7546800669543532601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7546800669543532601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/04/mad-race.html' title='Mad Race'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S7_sW3vIKtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5wTN_ie0AMo/s72-c/987391_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3719831898435132780</id><published>2010-02-21T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:10:58.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ufff...ufff....ufff......!!   (for those who'll understand SAP transaction codes for retail buying)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear ME23N,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In week 32 AW09, I was playing scrabble with my sweetheart, she loves me so much &amp;amp; that is why she gave me inbound to proceed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I picked 'A'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;she picked 'Z'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I picked 'T'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She picked 'D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I picked B''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She Picked 'R'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also picked 'R'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bingo...I made a word 'ZBRDART'. She had doubts over my vocab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No, there's no word like this in whole universe", she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cmmon baby, it's the most frequently used word in my life'. It is there &amp;amp; I made it &amp;amp; I earn points &amp;amp; I am leading....", I emphasised as I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She started screaming at me &amp;amp; than cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to console her, "sweetu, if you can not understand the word around which my daily life revolves than how are you going to understand me". I also cried.... I thought she's the one who always understood me, but i was wrong... She din't even knew ZBRDART, with which I muddle, cuddle, shuddle &amp;amp; do whatever whole day long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We fought, we fought &amp;amp; our lives got delisted from each other's...Afterall it was 'ZBRDART', the command/ the transaction of my life. She got listed to someone else. Her STO was executed &amp;amp; is happily married near Hasangarh RDC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a RPO out of her HUB &amp;amp; since than I have ME21'nd with a new girl. We often go for dates to Bhiwandi HUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ZPDF done, story over.... Mind you, I have not been taken on portal. Keep sending ASNs so that these PJs keep getting inbounds into your HUBs &amp;amp; RDCs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Rohit B1G1 Khatri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bhiwandi HUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3719831898435132780?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3719831898435132780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3719831898435132780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3719831898435132780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3719831898435132780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/02/ufffufffufff-for-those-wholl-understand.html' title='Ufff...ufff....ufff......!!   (for those who&apos;ll understand SAP transaction codes for retail buying)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6107540121196368508</id><published>2010-02-10T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:24:52.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'?' Question Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S3MHcwWQpSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KQte7TjlrVM/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S3MHcwWQpSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KQte7TjlrVM/s400/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697365762319650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't all that difficult to trust someone. Is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered thoughts, a coffee mug, those old aspirations, a few more dreams, sleepless Night &amp;amp; that few hours back fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beyond obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6107540121196368508?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6107540121196368508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6107540121196368508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6107540121196368508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6107540121196368508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-isnt-all-that-difficult-to-trust.html' title='&apos;?&apos; Question Mark'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S3MHcwWQpSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KQte7TjlrVM/s72-c/DSC00608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3108451103091421124</id><published>2010-01-18T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:55:47.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in Crowded Isolation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S1UekW2RKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GgxZ2upYQ14/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S1UekW2RKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GgxZ2upYQ14/s400/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428278535822322226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again It's been running around, as it had been some time back &amp;amp; before that also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as if Life will pass away while I'll be running to catch up. To catch up with my early morning local, to catch up my office work, to catch up with every possible thing. Looks this running around will never cease. These days despite being ahead of schedule, I rush for the local, coz i should not be taking it easy . I do not remember a task in office which I have done in a relaxed mode. My phone calls, my SMSes all are getting squeezed in their respective dimensions. There's always a feeling of completing &amp;amp; moving ahead. I, Kind of forgot to be in the moment &amp;amp; live it up. To relish while being in it, while staying with it is a thing of past or a complete rarity. While I had been running to catch up, I have forgotten the 'Patience' &amp;amp; have come so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was in a 9 Coach Borivili Slow  (Local train), standing on the door, relishing the cool morning breeze. At Vile Parle, another man came &amp;amp; stood before me. In a moment's time some droplets sprinkled on my face. I tried to neglect but went mad on realizing that the man in front is sweating &amp;amp; wiping it off. These were the sacred droplets of his perspiration. This happened for another time. Now, I was intensely furious and pledged to kill this person, dare he do it again. I was big enough to make him shudder for his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I had to get down at Jogeshwari, he spilled the holy water again &amp;amp; there I grabbed him from his shoulder, with a grip as hard &amp;amp; as aggressive as any carnivore will do to his prey. And I yelled, 'man, you are literate or yet to complete 5th standard, thodi to akal hogi. Paseena ponche ja rahe ho, peeche udta hai ye. Aa ab main tera paseena saaf kar deta hu'. He died than &amp;amp; there itself. I knew I can bring that fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned, saw in my eyes &amp;amp; whispered something that I barely heard, 'ye paseena hai kya?'. A semi bald man of some 45+ in Black trousers &amp;amp; a white shirt again wiped his tears. Not that man but I shuddered. All the while I had been running but now I stopped and rushed through my argument with him. The only thought I had was.....this city keeps crying &amp;amp; weeping, and we never realize. We all have turned numb to the loud beats of a Posh Disc, honking mercs, BMWs and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel, yes this city is Cruel. It might be the most happening city of the country but it is CRUEL, the pace of the city never lets anyone realize whats going around, who's laughing &amp;amp; who's crying. People may still stop to see someone laughing but the one who cries is the one who is left behind &amp;amp; is left alone in a crowded jungle. Nowhere else you feel isolated &amp;amp; crowded all together, coz this city is all about running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running. You can not stop if you want to survive. And just coz of that I ran in Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 2010.....It's all about running!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rohit, from the diary....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3108451103091421124?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3108451103091421124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3108451103091421124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3108451103091421124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3108451103091421124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-had-to-stop-running.html' title='Running in Crowded Isolation!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S1UekW2RKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GgxZ2upYQ14/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-9175424233768381169</id><published>2010-01-04T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:50:33.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurr.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S0JBYZozTEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9BiKzybzvwU/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S0JBYZozTEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9BiKzybzvwU/s400/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968788762184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events...these are full circle, yes a complete circle... So many times it all comes back to you, it takes you to the point where you started. At the end of the month your bank balance comes back to where it was at the beginning. After vacations you have to be back to same office &amp;amp; same desk. Trivial things apart, all you built gets eroded in moment's time &amp;amp; you stand wondering, just 'Y'?? A small word from your mouth destroys your beautifully crafted sentence. Your one wrong conversation destroys whole goodwill you built over months. 'Y' ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, why?? Why am I across same situation which bothered me so much last week, and last month &amp;amp; last year &amp;amp; whatever......????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks have been strangely different full of events, good &amp;amp; bad. Bad is not as bad it used to be (May be it is worst and I am little used to it now). Good comes in small packages. I wish I could control all these. I wish I could stretch good things, I wish I could stay at Kashid Beach for another few days.... I wish I could have stretched a li'l more in Goa. I wish my boss could have acted-reacted in a better chilled out way. I wish I could change their thoughts, I could control my boss's actions. I wish I could control the events around me, I wish could have acted on my dreams....... I wish I could sleep a li'l more. I wish...I wish....I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF..... thoughts are li'l blurr..... WHY?? WHY??&lt;br /&gt;I need some clarity....I need more guts... I need all that zeal &amp;amp; passion of a kid, that was within me all this while I grew up. I need that firmness to hold on to my thoughts, my words, my sentences, my dreams irrespective of all the shit people around discuss about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like a Bumble Bee, for whom astronomical studies deny her a flight because of her shape &amp;amp; body weight. But Bumble Bee flies &amp;amp; flies long without knowing any science, facts or whatever.........and than She screams loud WTF..... &amp;amp; keeps on flying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-9175424233768381169?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9175424233768381169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=9175424233768381169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9175424233768381169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9175424233768381169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2010/01/blurr.html' title='blurr.....'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/S0JBYZozTEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9BiKzybzvwU/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4914372549053424762</id><published>2009-12-22T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:14:54.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream all the way....!!!</title><content type='html'>Confused....Stressed....Short of Time &amp;amp; Wondering!!! That is exact state of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai has given me freedom &amp;amp; brought me more closer to reality but it has also taken away lot from me. At times for moments, I feel deprived of my creativity, my passion &amp;amp; things look so obvious. My dreams weren't hollow pipe dreams but they look like getting away from reality &amp;amp; I so desperately want to hold them on. colourspill.com is on the cards but it needs a push, it needs the Zeal &amp;amp; Enthu, it needs more of me &amp;amp; I also need more of me. How long I'll not be myself, how long I'll do what I am supposed to do &amp;amp; not what I want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that till the time you do not love to fight, it's not gonna be easy to fight. And you gonna lose if you do not love the fight!!! All I want is the love to 'fight on'. All I need is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Day I want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;Scream along all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I stared deep down inside me,&lt;br /&gt;It's a little rusty out there, and a little cluttered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;heart n soul are sleeping a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a bothering auto reminder,&lt;br /&gt;A little worst than my fuckin-irritating morning Alaram,&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind me to lift my ass, put on gasoline &amp;amp; run all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Scream all the way, Scream all the way, Scream all the way...&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay, gonna make my way...&lt;br /&gt;Just need that fuckin, irritating auto reminder...&lt;br /&gt;colourspill.com will take time, but it's on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I want to be the best bathroom singer....signing off to hone my skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy, you are again on time for my rescue!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud marathoner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SzGKigKQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NbchBT1ZQO0/s1600-h/AIRY1269-dl_cp12x17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SzGKigKQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NbchBT1ZQO0/s400/AIRY1269-dl_cp12x17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418264152056587922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4914372549053424762?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4914372549053424762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4914372549053424762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4914372549053424762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4914372549053424762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/12/scream-all-way.html' title='Scream all the way....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SzGKigKQ5pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NbchBT1ZQO0/s72-c/AIRY1269-dl_cp12x17.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7855142877275825527</id><published>2009-11-15T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:23:51.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh dear bloggy....it's been so long!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBhPIKDeiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/yaDaMJN6lXA/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBhPIKDeiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/yaDaMJN6lXA/s400/DSC00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404426465360181794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBhO10pzPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/btIT9IoSv10/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBhO10pzPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/btIT9IoSv10/s400/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404426460438580466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgk231FUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-UYclMxjTTY/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgk231FUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-UYclMxjTTY/s400/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404425739165832514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgkmCHTvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LoX3gR-PiSk/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgkmCHTvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LoX3gR-PiSk/s400/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404425734645567218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgkOhTR9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/PlbWhSX2D-w/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgkOhTR9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/PlbWhSX2D-w/s400/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404425728333924306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgjgXnmqI/AAAAAAAAAes/rQwWuahiMZ8/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBgjgXnmqI/AAAAAAAAAes/rQwWuahiMZ8/s400/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404425715945282210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed first Half Marathon of my life, a long pending dream!! Been to Delhi 3 times within a span of 25 days!! Diwali with family!! 4 days of heavy working &amp;amp; awesome food in Kolkata!! An awesome date after some 3 months!! An initiation on a start up!! .....along with awesome routine life which at times slip off the track, is all what I have had all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this, I feel, we all, all of us have the masala in our lives, enough of it to write a book or inspire a movie n if not, than at least to boast around among friend and do those tit bit of self admiration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airtel Delhi Half Marathon on 1st Nov 2009 was a great feeling, the only thing that I missed was a little more effort &amp;amp; to an extent a running partner. By the time I finished, I had rashes, I was bruised &amp;amp; bleeded a li'l. It was worth all that &amp;amp; I was little more proud of myself :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.43 minutes for 21+ Kilometers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, discussions for getting me married have picked up, specially coz the first cousin who is of same age got engaged recently. Why do we Indians have so much predictability &amp;amp; monotonous behaviour towards such issues of life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata trip was too good, worked till 2:00 AM &amp;amp; had dinner at 3:00 AM, slept at 4:00 Pm only to get back with vendors by 8:00 AM. I had my share of fun while working when I jogged around the LAKE PARK &amp;amp; lost my colleague their, while finding each other we never realized that unintentionally we made our boss to get mad at us. He had to wait for us &amp;amp; he had to...what not....funny creature he is!! Beyond that the 5 places I dined this time in Kolkata were too good.. 'Amber', 'The Barbeque', 'Sigdi', 'The HHI' &amp;amp; 'Mainland China' of Kolkata. I am sure that I added at least a Kilo in 4 days. Had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I like her?? Coz she is sweet, or may be coz she is true, or because she is with roots, or may be because she's the best option at present or may be because she is OK to look at......ha ha..... I do not know but I do like her a little more. I do adore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I do not like her?? May be Coz she is li'l arrogant at times, or may be because she is not what she wants to be, or may be she is lost in conventionalism &amp;amp; modernity, or may be because she does not loves me as much as I love her, or becauoz she is in hunt for someone better......LOL...I shouldn't care about anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the better things, I dated her after a long time &amp;amp; it was a lovely date, worth cherishing. It was one 'being together experience'. My learning out of it: Guys have to act mature &amp;amp; girls have the liberty to act like a new born. This is the rule for guys who just started dating should follow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever whatever whatever.....my work for a dream 'start up' begun today.... Beyond my predictable procrastination &amp;amp; lethargic attitude, I have practically started jotting down things on a big sheet. This time around I really want to see this thing happening &amp;amp; with some good success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7855142877275825527?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7855142877275825527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7855142877275825527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7855142877275825527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7855142877275825527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohhh-dear-bloggyits-been-so-long.html' title='ohhh dear bloggy....it&apos;s been so long!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SwBhPIKDeiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/yaDaMJN6lXA/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-890965950101178153</id><published>2009-10-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:05:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jottings.........!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/StQ0KoQQiII/AAAAAAAAAek/-FL9SWnv5oo/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/StQ0KoQQiII/AAAAAAAAAek/-FL9SWnv5oo/s400/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391992011078273154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/StQ0KAStGVI/AAAAAAAAAec/u6X_VfYFroA/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/StQ0KAStGVI/AAAAAAAAAec/u6X_VfYFroA/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391992000351115602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Came back from Delhi 5 days back &amp;amp; tomorrow going again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Delhi was rocking fun.... drove as much as 250 KM/day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A friend gifted 'Calvin Klein' watch, yes CK. And people started doubting that we are homo......LOL.... The watch ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* One of my awesome chuddy buddy got married. Abhay is no more single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Start of weekend at Sports Bar, Phoenix was awesome &amp;amp; so were Smirnoff &amp;amp; Bacardi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have been having Cappuccino at home since last 2 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Got highest increment in percentage! But not satisfactory in real terms. Plus he poor bonus :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Went Bharatpur, met Dada Ji, Felt good. He so desperately wants me to get married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have been praised by boss &amp;amp; colleagues for my chest printed T shirts :) Feels too good! Afterall&lt;br /&gt;thats what our business is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have been shopping too many T shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bitten by Lethargy, laziness bugs :( have been spreading laziness all this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Looking forward to Diwali Celebrations...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Missing someone  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Life's Rocking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keep Funning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-890965950101178153?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/890965950101178153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=890965950101178153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/890965950101178153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/890965950101178153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/10/jottings.html' title='Jottings.........!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/StQ0KoQQiII/AAAAAAAAAek/-FL9SWnv5oo/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2041258004932151436</id><published>2009-09-30T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:15:24.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black nail paints, Loud Music, good boss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SsQdY8r_LVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5nWtLJ2S-G4/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SsQdY8r_LVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5nWtLJ2S-G4/s400/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387463368686644562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls wear black nail paint???&lt;br /&gt;and the flashy green, yellow, purple and whatever they get??? Is it that they have lost brains ?? Or is it that they never had.... whatever I don't care about that. But yeah these wierd flashy colours do look hot at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been hectic, there's been some small adjustment s I have to do all this while. Have been not going out as much as I used to. Nani is not keeping well...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is rocking at the moment.....touchwood!! There's been achievements, over achievements, there's been appreciation &amp;amp; the boss himself brought choclates.... Ferraro Roscher &amp;amp; the Hershey's add to it a 'Quicksilver denim'. C'mon give me a break.... can the bosses be like this?? Too good feeling it is. Thanks Boss!! My category is grossing more than 1.40 crores a week since last two weeks. And my chest is little swollen coz of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a break for 5-6 days.... aur hum ghar (Dilli) ja rahe hain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai is a freaky city, people here celebrate loud, they love their music loud. The city is all the time more 'happening' than any other in the country. But tomorrow same time, I'll be in Delhi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuddy Buddy's marriage &amp;amp; I am off for Delhi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2041258004932151436?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2041258004932151436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2041258004932151436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2041258004932151436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2041258004932151436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuddy-buddys-marriage-i-am-off-for.html' title='Black nail paints, Loud Music, good boss!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SsQdY8r_LVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5nWtLJ2S-G4/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3910748154916302359</id><published>2009-09-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:07:06.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet random thoughts...!!!</title><content type='html'>Lying on the floor, I was into my sweet little thoughts. Could listen dandiya beats coming from some 3 KM far... there are million things happening at one time &amp;amp; I am aware of at least few. one my nani is not well.... two I had a lovely professional achievement today. Little tiered after doing a Run-Walk of 8 km &amp;amp; gymming for 2 hours yesterday, now I need a good night's sleep, a lovely weather in the morning to wake up for &amp;amp; a mum's kiss on forehead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is my best companion!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SrfOVUVLVPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/xGQprEPiGLc/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SrfOVUVLVPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/xGQprEPiGLc/s400/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383998745174824178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3910748154916302359?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3910748154916302359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3910748154916302359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3910748154916302359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3910748154916302359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-random-thoughts.html' title='sweet random thoughts...!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SrfOVUVLVPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/xGQprEPiGLc/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8100454254534160033</id><published>2009-09-13T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:32:32.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sq1ihSOgXYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BV3rKqzdfsM/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sq1ihSOgXYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BV3rKqzdfsM/s400/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381065453745495426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday started some two hours back. Within few hours, It'll my journey 'to office' &amp;amp; 'from office'. Life will revolve around 'the work'. There will be vendors, meetings, e mails (some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;females&lt;/span&gt;), reports, costings, phone calls, buying &amp;amp; bookings, boss, boss's boss &amp;amp; the colleagues. It'll be a busy week like any other. It will be longer week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the coming Saturday will be working Saturday. It'll be a week when I'll be training, hopefully hard &amp;amp; strong for running. It'll be a week when I'll again have dreams to sleep over &amp;amp; will wake up with them. It'll be a week when I'll again cherish for a longer weekend. It'll be a week when I'll miss someone, when I might kick someone &amp;amp; when I'll hug someone else. It'll be a week when I'll again see the fresh pretty early morning lovely faces on the way to office. It'll be a week when I'll do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gymming&lt;/span&gt; with a thought of slimming. It'll be a week when I'll be a die hard Foodie, the same foodie I have been since the time traceable by my memory. There will be shopping, hopping &amp;amp; gossiping. There will be chats, discussions &amp;amp; obsessions. I'll be pondering, while peeking out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; Locals.  There will be dreams, sleeps, walks &amp;amp; talks. It'll be another day, another beginning.... It'll be a Monday. The day I am not afraid of, the day I am ready for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I love my Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday will start with my pet dialogue '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aaj&lt;/span&gt; fir late ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;' &amp;amp; I'll run with my Backpack for I don't want to miss 3 locals in a row.... It'll be a good week!! It'll be a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T.O.U.C.H.W.O.O.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8100454254534160033?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8100454254534160033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8100454254534160033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8100454254534160033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8100454254534160033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday.html' title='Monday....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sq1ihSOgXYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BV3rKqzdfsM/s72-c/DSC01108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4607165852560506371</id><published>2009-09-08T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:30:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I don't know why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SqcZ1iqST4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/A6MbVy-Mvik/s1600-h/man+smiling+%26+frowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SqcZ1iqST4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/A6MbVy-Mvik/s400/man+smiling+%26+frowning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379296687545274242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;Why the light is dimmer when the sun is shining bright!!&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so dam good, when it looks so unfair??&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a billionaire &amp;amp; not a famous star??&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to hate the person I love so far??&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why? No I don't know why!.... (twice in chorus....literally LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;The one who yesterday eavening enjoyed every hour,&lt;br /&gt;turned her back to me, as if I am a rowdy stranger!&lt;br /&gt;God, who conspired for my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;is making things li'l tough for me every passing hour!&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was tensed, but the man with no hands was the happiest!&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why, No I don't know why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why! No I don't know why??&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a limousine &amp;amp; a Harley!&lt;br /&gt;When I was on time, why I missed the train?&lt;br /&gt;When I was so happy, why did the tear rolled out?&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to yell, why did I smile?&lt;br /&gt;ohh ahh I know something, I do know why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know why...&lt;br /&gt;Life's again a li'l unfair, but is pretty sweet&lt;br /&gt;My nani is Alzheimer's patient, her condition is getting worst since last one week!&lt;br /&gt;Life's again li'l unfair to me, things got  screwed once again but getting better. Li'l patch of tough times are these, but taking nani's care asks too much out of emotional me! I end up putting all the things behind!! I end up being a part of her 'reasonless concern' &amp;amp; not of my 'meaningful trivial issues'!! I end up forgetting the one I always wanted to remember. I end up for another  start. I start a new journey with the one I never accepted to be. I am calm &amp;amp; still a li'l agitated!! I don't know why??? But that's real me, the one scrutinizing, examining, exploring a li'l more, with a li'l more concentration from my gut &amp;amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why, I am still smiling. I am a little more myself now!!&lt;br /&gt;I know why, I know why....la la....I know why!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again started exploring himself more than the girl who once occupied his thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="ResultBodySmallItalic"&gt; He sighed his relief when he found himself!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SqcaB7-q9bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/oxZFF6n8CyE/s1600-h/PracticalCannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SqcaB7-q9bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/oxZFF6n8CyE/s400/PracticalCannon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379296900500092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4607165852560506371?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4607165852560506371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4607165852560506371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4607165852560506371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4607165852560506371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-dont-know-why.html' title='I know, I don&apos;t know why....'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SqcZ1iqST4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/A6MbVy-Mvik/s72-c/man+smiling+%26+frowning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3721986813091910666</id><published>2009-09-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:45:10.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03th-04th sep, 09</title><content type='html'>naaaahh...&lt;br /&gt;naaahh... Rohit, you can't do this...!!&lt;br /&gt;And Rohit, still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we all do that cheap shitty things, that, we ourselves define as 'not doable'. Still we end up doing it. And so did Rohit. But if it is once in a while, you forgive yourself for that. And so did Rohit. Though I would have told the whole story, which I belive is so dam intresting, but if I do, you'll hate me at least for a moment. And I don't mind being hated but I do mind not being loved :) So, please continue loving me (yeah...even you can love me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on the way to office with the thoughts of following big crowd for Ganpati Visarjan. He really wanted to enjoy Mumbai madness for a day . But there was office to be attended. Following his inner call, half way to office, called boss to tell he's not coming, for he wanted to taste Mumbai Madness... There on, he took a nap &amp;amp; rest whole day danced, jumped, ran with crowds &amp;amp; Ganpati Idols. Yes, he bunked office &amp;amp; went on the road &amp;amp; beaches!! He was rich by the feelings, he added lovely moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 26 today. No big deal! But still, coz I can pin point the day from the diary of my life, I wanted it to start in a different way &amp;amp; it luckily did.... I wildly danced with friend on roads near Girgaon Chaowpaty. We danced with Firangs &amp;amp; we danced with roadside romeos &amp;amp; we danced till 1:00 AM &amp;amp; we danced wildly &amp;amp; we danced, danced &amp;amp; danced in the rains which were truely mumbaiyya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ffe5277206ea19c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffe5277206ea19c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412916%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77FC08111D6D971AE8E6EBF2FD7AB4BFCE7279F8.3A2CA22783BE2F2989756F5626D8CC1AB396EF84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffe5277206ea19c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW1lve2UBmj6xFaDD0yUTcMyoBEQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffe5277206ea19c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412916%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77FC08111D6D971AE8E6EBF2FD7AB4BFCE7279F8.3A2CA22783BE2F2989756F5626D8CC1AB396EF84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffe5277206ea19c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW1lve2UBmj6xFaDD0yUTcMyoBEQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one moment he compared himself with others &amp;amp; thought he is too behind, lacks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he was dancing with the crowd only to realize, he is way ahead &amp;amp; there's no comparisons, no one even comes closer! He is a champ, he is a dude, he is a rockstar in his own world!! He is happy &amp;amp; confident!! May his confidence sustains long period. Touchwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3721986813091910666?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ffe5277206ea19c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3721986813091910666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3721986813091910666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3721986813091910666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3721986813091910666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/09/naaaahh.html' title='03th-04th sep, 09'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-9193641300996624775</id><published>2009-08-31T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:22:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whyyy????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpyFE_b_pXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5jXNQRSACPo/s1600-h/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpyFE_b_pXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5jXNQRSACPo/s400/why.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318375968351602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do sometimes we get stuck with our thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;It's as if replay button is pressed permanently.&lt;br /&gt;The thought you want to avoid keeps coming back, again &amp;amp; again!&lt;br /&gt;The thing you want to hate is the only thing you want to love.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing you want to avoid is the one that stands tall in front of you all the time!&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feels a little Strange? A little bad? A little unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-9193641300996624775?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9193641300996624775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=9193641300996624775' title='220 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9193641300996624775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9193641300996624775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/whyyy.html' title='Whyyy????'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpyFE_b_pXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5jXNQRSACPo/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>220</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7496354917927710881</id><published>2009-08-24T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:00:24.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confortably Numb!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpNFcHQCAHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QzoJ6veNjBg/s1600-h/Final_Ganpati+murty_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpNFcHQCAHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QzoJ6veNjBg/s400/Final_Ganpati+murty_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373715129668075634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For few seconds I wanted to get numb....I wanted to get lost in the sounds of dhols... I wanted to get lost in the extremely loud sound of dhols. Coz sometimes, you just feel like that, getting numb. Closed for the outside world. Not wanting, not feeling, not anything, nothing, nothing, just nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Mumbai, Ganpati celebrations began few days back. Yesterday was the first day people took their Ganpati Idols to immerse it into sea. And all that happened with sheer noise &amp;amp; celebrations. And when I left office that sound of celebration felt like nirvana. That noise of people &amp;amp; dhols never looked like a noise, it just went inside me and acted as a tranquiliser. I had goosbumps &amp;amp; I was surely numb for few miliseconds. I felt good coz it was not another day, it was just not another regular scheduled work for me. It was enchacnting &amp;amp; it was different &amp;amp; it was 'Feel happy'/ 'Feel Good' factor all around!!! And there was some rebellion element into it. God know's all that was a trick of Musical instrument Dhol or it was God himself who brought all those feelings. All in all it was Good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind you &amp;amp; to remind myself, this is something we all will be able to recall with a li'l smile. I just read it somewhere &amp;amp; felt good about it n now it's your turn...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do minute ruk sakte hain sar ke bal reh sakte hain ... kyunkiii ... badi gazab ki bhook lagi...maggi chahiye mujhe abhi...ummm maggi noodles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7496354917927710881?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7496354917927710881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7496354917927710881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7496354917927710881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7496354917927710881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/confortably-numb.html' title='Confortably Numb!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpNFcHQCAHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QzoJ6veNjBg/s72-c/Final_Ganpati+murty_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7230997972163909780</id><published>2009-08-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:24:23.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Rohit Run....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpGI6yIO-kI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xvB0rtGwBx4/s1600-h/Cheetah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpGI6yIO-kI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xvB0rtGwBx4/s400/Cheetah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373226373899811394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must move faster than the fastest lion or it will not survive. Every morning a lion wakes up and it knows it must move faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you are the lion or the gazelle, when the sun comes up, you better be running.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roger Bannister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, had goody goody time at Marine Drive. Ran 7km,  clocked 49 Min.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7230997972163909780?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7230997972163909780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7230997972163909780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7230997972163909780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7230997972163909780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-rohit-run.html' title='Run Rohit Run....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SpGI6yIO-kI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xvB0rtGwBx4/s72-c/Cheetah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3342569468330905775</id><published>2009-08-20T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:05:22.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/So37gr-zSOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iIQ_Kz5nXbQ/s1600-h/No.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/So37gr-zSOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iIQ_Kz5nXbQ/s400/No.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372226469503387874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all secrets should be posted on the blog !!&lt;br /&gt;This one was an unusual experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.....&lt;br /&gt;Good Times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3342569468330905775?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3342569468330905775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3342569468330905775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3342569468330905775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3342569468330905775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-everything.html' title='Not everything'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/So37gr-zSOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iIQ_Kz5nXbQ/s72-c/No.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2997516759493341153</id><published>2009-08-19T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:21:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My simplified life.... Where m I heading :)</title><content type='html'>1. Get up before 6:30&lt;br /&gt;2. Brush teeth2.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink water&lt;br /&gt;4. Loo&lt;br /&gt;5. get into track pants&lt;br /&gt;6. Drive to Gym&lt;br /&gt;7. Workout&lt;br /&gt;8. Return &amp;amp; take bath&lt;br /&gt;9. Take a local for office&lt;br /&gt;10. Slog for at least 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;11. Return Home traveling in a local&lt;br /&gt;12. Munch on something (proper dinner is rare)&lt;br /&gt;13. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;14. Restart from step 1. till weekend arrives... on weekend keep getting stcuk on step 13 &amp;amp; step 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2997516759493341153?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2997516759493341153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2997516759493341153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2997516759493341153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2997516759493341153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-simplified-life-where-m-i-heading.html' title='My simplified life.... Where m I heading :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6298348359895419876</id><published>2009-08-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:13:02.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye kya ho raha hai........ #@$%##</title><content type='html'>Not many times I have found myself so week... though I am continuously increasing my pysical strength by Gymming, training &amp;amp; running but somehow I missed out on emotional part. I was taken aback yesterday evening. I was unguarded, I was stripped off &amp;amp; my vulnerability to emotions was out in the light. Rest God knows!! But yes, I realized my emotional weekness &amp;amp; found difficult to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend started on a awesome note, I fulfilled one of my dream to jog along Marine Drive, I completed too &amp;amp; fro distance from Nariman Point to Girgaon Chowpaty in approx. 51 minutes i.e. a distance of 7 Km. It was difficult to run in open, when wind was blowing against me. It asked much more strength than treadmill running. But I was enthralled &amp;amp; jumped on completion, I was very much amused &amp;amp; so were the people sitting who saw the jump of 80+ KG man. For some milliseconds I did beat Gravity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He told her "I love you, I care for you.... (&amp;amp; so on)" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied "You have been boasting..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He melted, felt low but kept quite. Coz that was all he could do.... (and than he too has not been treating her nicely)!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these days, the new stylish, trendy, in vogue toilets amuse me.... not just the toilets aka washroom (in decent wordings) but the 'loo signs' themselves are amusing.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Bonebo in Bandra, they have a Pink cartoon for women's. And for men a black cartoon. Then there was peacock somewhere outside women's loo &amp;amp; a Lion outside men's, it was one of the mocha, if m not wrong. It was Madonna outside fairer sex's loo &amp;amp; Arnold on men's loo door. A Cow Boy hat for men's &amp;amp; a pink Cap for women's outside loos at Lee &amp;amp; Wrangler's Office in Bangalore. Playing Card character 'K' aka King for men's &amp;amp; 'Q' aka Queen for Women's. Something different is also there at Prithvi Cafe's loo, which I am forgetting. God knows from where did man's sudden fascination for innovative Loo Signs erupted. You guys win, yes, I am fascinated by your amazing creative Loo Boards.... Just that I check not twice but thrice, if I am entering the right loo. Coz, I don't wanna get beaten like Govinda in one of those flicks where he enters women's loo! Though in another flick Hrithik managed kisses from the girl's inside it but I am no Hrithik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOO at New Delhi Railway Station!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SohUG0IwIoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/39tCeTPxkhw/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SohUG0IwIoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/39tCeTPxkhw/s400/DSC01494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370635031690617474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside of MEN's Loo at Lee &amp;amp; Wrangler's Office, Bangalore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SohUHUHmXoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AMvtXBNjK4o/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SohUHUHmXoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AMvtXBNjK4o/s400/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370635040275717762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6298348359895419876?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6298348359895419876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6298348359895419876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6298348359895419876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6298348359895419876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/ye-kya-ho-raha-hai.html' title='Ye kya ho raha hai........ #@$%##'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SohUG0IwIoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/39tCeTPxkhw/s72-c/DSC01494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6855595806882823137</id><published>2009-08-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:02:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masked City???</title><content type='html'>How can I feel like hating someone whom once I adored??&lt;br /&gt;Well...life takes us to strange twists &amp;amp; turns...!! Don't know why &amp;amp; don't know how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, sunday eavening was a perfect weekend ending, a light drink with a good ol friend. And that so dam necessary chit chat brought back some old memories. She left an amazing gift for me...SENNHEISER PMX70 earphones. These are awefu$#ingsome earphones. They give you a feel as if whole discotheque is following you. SENNHEISER PMX70 are among my resent best possession. She went back &amp;amp; we hugged each other good bye...and at least for me that was li'l touchy!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SoIdq5DPGvI/AAAAAAAAAco/Crw8iJh9j1M/s1600-h/PMX70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SoIdq5DPGvI/AAAAAAAAAco/Crw8iJh9j1M/s400/PMX70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368886328485157618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, every 10th person in Mumbai was wearing mask. That means one tenth of the mumbai is masked, courtesy Swine Flu!! Tomorrow it'll be quarter of the Mumbai. In any case I don't buy this face mask concept. Literate-Illiterate, Shopkeepers, local commuters, in office-out of office everyone was wearing mask. It took me time to accept all that but in no case I'll buy such behavior. Don't know why but I hated to see people wearing masks! And I also believe Swine flu can't be avoided that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SoIaBN9SPVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wdtxlWFSZSM/s1600-h/Masked+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SoIaBN9SPVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wdtxlWFSZSM/s400/Masked+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882314007952722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are the democratic country where we have right to do all this &amp;amp; much beyond. But before that we are a socially active country which belives in helping out the person next to us. We are a country that belives in talking-chatting with a person who's sitting next to us in office, train, bus or wherever. We are a country that was never masked. Though I will not question anyone's behaviour, I might be wrong, might sound stupid but masked city is something that gives me a strange feel, a feel that the city is no more social. A feel that we are back to the era of untouchability. Swine flu can not be kept away by just masking!!! For me, no mask, until that is the last thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more worried about the lovers...Will mumbai be kissing &amp;amp; smooching less to avoid this communicable virus??? Will Swine flu bring down the Coochy Coooooing ???? Will there be less 'Muaaah Muaaaah' ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6855595806882823137?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6855595806882823137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6855595806882823137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6855595806882823137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6855595806882823137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/masked-city.html' title='Masked City???'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SoIdq5DPGvI/AAAAAAAAAco/Crw8iJh9j1M/s72-c/PMX70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2834670407802162499</id><published>2009-08-08T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:42:59.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nothing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sn5jmI7K5MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2JokSn-B-Pc/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sn5jmI7K5MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2JokSn-B-Pc/s400/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367837312754050242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masi is out of town &amp;amp; so its gonna be me who's gotta do a li'l more than regular, including the daily household chores management (nice Lingo :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12KM in 68 min. is how much I ran yesterday. And obviously had a feeling of achievement. At least there are few things where you don't have to be dependent on teams, colleagues and others. My belief  'Long Distance Running is an independent measure of your caliber.' I am so much inspired by the book 'What I talk when I talk about running'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day back, I thought TGIF: Thank God It's Friday. And today I want to sit endlessly in the window of my hall. I want to do all those sweet nothings that give cheery smile to heart. I want to stay numb for sometime. I want to be all on my own for at least few hours. And my cellphone rings. 'Rohit, come to South Bombay a li'l early. I am leaving for Delhi Tomorrow &amp;amp; following day moving back to US. Gotta go out for lunch with mum-papa, so have to squeeze out time to meet you, let's catch up now.' I could only question &amp;amp; finaly agree to her. Coz she's the guest &amp;amp; she's the guest after a long long time. The girl whom I met randomly, through friends, had a crush on her. And than things setteled &amp;amp; we became good friends &amp;amp; that was the end limit of our relation. She shopped in my presence, she talked-shared a lot with me, at times stayed overnight at my place, enjoyed with my mum &amp;amp; sis. She's a good friend for whom, I have to leave my cozy thoughts &amp;amp; get drowned in the pacey life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few minutes I'll be taking her out, but where ????  Leopold...naah, Mondegar...naah, Sports Bar...may be...but I have been here too many times. So where ??? Really don't know!! Anyways, that, we'll sort out than &amp;amp; there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, it's been two mornings when I wake up to the thoughts of being cuddled in someone's lap, cuddled &amp;amp; cared sweetly. Someone, may be my mother or my very own lady love. I won't call it a weird thought at all! But it suddenly pops up just before I wake up &amp;amp; stays on till sometime. As if I am missing someone dearly. And in an hour's time... list of pending work unfolds &amp;amp; my backpack life starts....running here &amp;amp; there...trying to catch up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing too many things &amp;amp; there's no ending. Washing clothes is another thing that got added in today's 'To Do List'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name moments, days, weeks, months &amp;amp; the whole life itself as a 'Sweet Nothing'!! Even this sweet nothing is fantabulously sweet............ I am Living it up!! Enjoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2834670407802162499?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2834670407802162499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2834670407802162499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2834670407802162499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2834670407802162499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-nothing.html' title='Sweet Nothing!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sn5jmI7K5MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2JokSn-B-Pc/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3916331172873946604</id><published>2009-08-06T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:54:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I run, I run in a Void. And 'Love Stinks'!! LOL...</title><content type='html'>It's still backpack life... Gym to Office, Office to Colaba for catching up with friends -from their for dinner at Churchgate. It's all happening with backpack on my shoulders. You wont believe it, yesterday I even slept with backpack hanging on me LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what I exactly should I write. But I have some urge to put down my thoughts here. Though they are quite random &amp;amp; in bits &amp;amp; pieces, but the are my very own lovely thoughts. Whenever I have felt lonely or I have felt like lving someone, I have fondled my very own thoughts.This reminds me of few lines from my current read 'What I talk when I talk about running'. Those lines go like these... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just run, I r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;un in a Void. Or may be I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void. But as you might expect, an occasional thought will slip into this void. People's minds can't be complete blank Human being's emotions are not strong or consistent enough to sustain a vacuum. What I mean is, the kinds of thoughts &amp;amp; ideas that invade my emotions as I run remain subordinate to that void. Lacking content, they are just random thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ghts that gather around that central void."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnuFu--Eo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/WZh_-Dhgm6M/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnuFu--Eo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/WZh_-Dhgm6M/s400/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367030423165903698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is so sensitive, it reacts to calorie intake within few hours. Two days of eating out &amp;amp; looks as if I regain part of the bulge in tummy which I removed by fighting hard, working out hard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been shopping &amp;amp; shopping good. The recent buys include 2 T shirts &amp;amp; shoes from Adidas. Luckily one of the T shirt says the same thing which I wanted to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE STINKS&lt;/span&gt;". Not that I bought this one intentionally, I just liked the colour combo &amp;amp; read the quote only after wearing it. Yeah... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE STINKS&lt;/span&gt;". Ha ha (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnuFvWzEAFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Pw7pwUWFY-I/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnuFvWzEAFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Pw7pwUWFY-I/s400/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367030429562175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boss screwed me, he screwed me badly :( . Big Bazaar kids wear sales are down. We have poted a bad Year on Year degrowth. New merchandise is late, not reaching on floor on time. Logistics &amp;amp; Supply Chain have screwed it up bad time &amp;amp; the boss screwed me big time. Never in my 1+ years career at Pantaloon Retail, I received such a monumental Blasting :P But it ended well, my boss himself bought m a cig &amp;amp; said, chill, don't take it at heart, it's a part of professional life. You work hard!! Some people are expert in creating Ironies, they have such a lovely grip on their words as if that's the thing they are learning from the time they were created in their mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huffff..... catch you later!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to Gym :)&lt;br /&gt;It's chest, shoulders &amp;amp; triceps today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yaar, tumhe dekh ke I am jealous, that you can workout everyday &amp;amp; I can not!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymming is the Love affair I am currently indulging with. and have already taken annual membership of this reputed gym at a hefty cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3916331172873946604?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3916331172873946604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3916331172873946604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3916331172873946604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3916331172873946604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-run-i-run-in-void-and-love-stinks-lol.html' title='I run, I run in a Void. And &apos;Love Stinks&apos;!! LOL...'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnuFu--Eo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/WZh_-Dhgm6M/s72-c/DSC00625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4085934510777834693</id><published>2009-08-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:12:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A li'l more sleep, a li'l more breathe, a li'l more life, A li'l longer today's night!!!</title><content type='html'>I wish this night could stay on a li'l longer.....!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish this night get li'l legthier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's been a backpack life since last few days.... gym with a backpack, steam &amp;amp; shower &amp;amp; I move to office again with the backpack. Evening outing with a friend &amp;amp; I carry along my backpack... Late night movie with cousin...to another area I run with a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day...Gym with backpack, vendor vsit with same. Reach office taking my backpack. Go out for a party &amp;amp; carry the same adidas backpack. Dinner at night &amp;amp; backpack stays behind very tight. Night out at friend's place, back pack stll adds on my grace :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backpack is answer to the speedy life, my kit to zip zap zoom at a speed. my backpack makes me stay on with everything  every idea. I am on a journey...journey of life, that continues, continues &amp;amp; continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, in this pacey life, I need today's night to hold on a li'l. I want it to be a 15 hour night. So that I can breathe a little more, sleep a little more, dream a little further &amp;amp; think of her a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my wish comes true &amp;amp; the night stretches a little more today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4085934510777834693?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4085934510777834693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4085934510777834693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4085934510777834693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4085934510777834693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/lil-more-sleep-lil-more-breathe-lil.html' title='A li&apos;l more sleep, a li&apos;l more breathe, a li&apos;l more life, A li&apos;l longer today&apos;s night!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5539527924001147700</id><published>2009-08-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:00:48.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymming &amp; Living!!!</title><content type='html'>A girl's &amp;amp; guy's relation need not be a marriage, it need not be a 'Yes' or 'No'. It just need to have some ingredients which make life exciting, loving, Jolly &amp;amp; definitely happening, it should have agreements, disagreements &amp;amp; the makeover hugs. It should have atleast some 'Miss You (s)". It's arelation beyond description. There is a simple but still lovely blog post by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; I just went through....check that out on this link http://apublicdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-boyfriends-instructions.html &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A guy &amp;amp; a girl can have a relation of Sweet Nothings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Not that I fear commitment but it's when the commitment is not on the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some days I don't want to be secular, I want to remain a proud Punjabi!!&lt;br /&gt;That's the feel I get when I listen to some of the beautifull songs from 'Love Aaj kal'....aahu aahu aahu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a water day this weekend. I had only &amp;amp; only water whole day &amp;amp; nothing else. Went out with a friend &amp;amp; I resisted Coffee (I cant believe it:)&amp;amp; the other yummies, I dint feel like having them. After all I was fasting with a lot of heart, &amp;amp; it had a strong purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gymming with lot of heart these days &amp;amp; it is really helping me out to sooth my body &amp;amp; mind. I love it. 'Gymming &amp;amp; Living' is what's my quote of the day. Too add to it, I am 5 Kgs Lighter &amp;amp; the gravity sucks a little lesser now...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I ate the Lovely Swiss Chocolates I bought from Calcutta. They were meant for someone special &amp;amp; who other than me can be more special for myself. Neither being on an ego trip nor being self absorbed. But yes li'l indulgence with self is allowed, anytime...ha ha. After indulgence with chocolates a thought came up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Dark Choclate is not a sin, it's just bitterly sweet'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnZD-P4E5VI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lUZ_QYOwZsM/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnZD-P4E5VI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lUZ_QYOwZsM/s400/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550742751208786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnZD-Rn7KqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3rzkOLjVS84/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnZD-Rn7KqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3rzkOLjVS84/s400/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550743220333218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder how some people can simply spoil so much with presumptions. Presumptions....Oh God....I had too much of wrong ones working against me these days. Somethings in life can never work for you. Whatever you do, whatever you put in. Some things are made this way that they simply don't work in your favour. And you gotta live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler once said ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;"If you can solve the problem then what's the need of worrying. If you can not solve the problem then what's the use of worrying"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got late for the Gym....so it's gonna be short &amp;amp; sweet workout at home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5539527924001147700?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5539527924001147700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5539527924001147700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5539527924001147700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5539527924001147700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/08/gymming-living.html' title='Gymming &amp; Living!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnZD-P4E5VI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lUZ_QYOwZsM/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4639745103315344032</id><published>2009-07-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:31:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punjabi = Funjabi!!!</title><content type='html'>You do good with positive intentions &amp;amp; all you get is 'tears in the middle of the night!!!' Guys are strong but not definitely hollow on emotions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....again the same thing... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE IS NOT FAIR, BUT IT'S STILL GOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times even God cheats you than being cheated by a human is a small thing!! You get blamed for the deed you never did!! You don't get appraised for the hard work that reaped gigantic benefits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how God kicks your ass.... and say's, "You chirkut, you thought that it's all goody goody good!! Now take that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes life is just not fair, irrespective of the good you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be it's thousandth time that I bent for someone, I bent for someone where I never had to. When I was so dam strong, still I bent, for I never wanted to hurt. In the end... Life was not fair!! &amp;amp; result: I am feeling little screwed up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what...?? Everybody gets fucked up in life, may be it was my turn today. However bad it gets, coffee is the best companion... &amp;amp; icing on the cake when it is taken at sea facing Cafe'!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnNF9sGEDNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lTi0MifYKzM/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnNF9sGEDNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lTi0MifYKzM/s400/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364708507239320786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coffee mug has always been true to me... and today too it was same. Today it was Cafe Mocha Grande', It looked sexier than the girl sitting behind, wearing black shimmering off shoulder top with a black &amp;amp; white striped mini skirt &amp;amp; 4" heeled black stilettos. She had hot red nail enamel &amp;amp; a matching lip colour, her hair were artificially curled, looked like a spoiled girl of a busy rich dad! Though she looked hotter initially but coffee was the eventual winner, Mocha Grande' was real hot &amp;amp; far more trust worthy, long lasting than the girl. My coffees are always special!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like dancing on the song 'Aahu aahu aahu' from 'Love Aajkal' ..... I am 5 inches broader at chest after listening this song having a true Punjabi spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Punjabi's are real big hearted people!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The true Punjabi spirit is a never say die spirit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears made road for the lovely smile &amp;amp; than laughter conquered the fort!!&lt;br /&gt;And Rohit danced for 5 minutes in his room, all alone, with some spirit &amp;amp; lot of fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aahu aahu aahu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Gaddi te has bol ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;Na jind saddi ron ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;Gaddi te has bol ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;Na jind saddi ron ve .......&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aahu aahu aahu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aahu aahu aahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aahu aahu aahu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-4639745103315344032?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4639745103315344032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=4639745103315344032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4639745103315344032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/4639745103315344032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/punjabi.html' title='Punjabi = Funjabi!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SnNF9sGEDNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lTi0MifYKzM/s72-c/DSC00642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1692807483912998048</id><published>2009-07-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:45:02.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running is Living!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sm5UwkQ8i3I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eqD8pNgH518/s1600-h/running_man_action_sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sm5UwkQ8i3I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eqD8pNgH518/s400/running_man_action_sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317399590046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was planned since a week before. It was a 4th Saturday &amp;amp; had an off from office. I was determined for 10KM. I started running, there was some pain with body's self  resistance, but in some time motivation overpowered them. And I could see that not just 10 KM rather I can cross 11KM today. I pushed for that beyond my physical limits. Goals are achieved in mind before they kiss reality, that's for sure. It wasn't a philosophy, rather it was right there happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 11.2 KM in 68 min. My chest was bruised, my chest was sore &amp;amp; had rashes, it was literally bleeding &amp;amp; bleeding continued the next day too. That was T shirt abrasion. Sweat was even dripping from my undie. I was pumped up, only to realize that I did those bloody 11.2 Km &amp;amp; I am ready for 15KM &amp;amp; than 21 KM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced my success by having a latte', sandwich &amp;amp; than a cappuccino at sea face cafe' while gazing the birds:P. And tell you, the one sitting adjacent was simply 'Oh My God', she was tall, wheatish, had curly hair, big eyes, think Husky Voice &amp;amp; the personality worth admiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden thought, why do we do the things to again undo them??&lt;br /&gt;Why do we love a lot only to pull out one day?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we eat to burn it someday?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we gain to lose it sometime??&lt;br /&gt;Why do we halt only to love again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this weird crap is clowding my head. Now, all I am concerned about is being tough &amp;amp; kissing 15km mark!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is a way to achieve Nirvana, it's a kick that no other drug can give, it's a kick that no bottle of rum, wine or any other shit can give. Running pumps you up &amp;amp; pumps your mind. It simply makes you invincible, even if that's only in the mind or for a li'l time. But for sure you achieve invincibility for those few lovely moments when high blood flow happens in your body!!! Running is Living!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1692807483912998048?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1692807483912998048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1692807483912998048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1692807483912998048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1692807483912998048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-is-living.html' title='Running is Living!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sm5UwkQ8i3I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eqD8pNgH518/s72-c/running_man_action_sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1499077604895146147</id><published>2009-07-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:42:43.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierrrdddd!!!</title><content type='html'>Wiiiieeeerddddddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wierd Wierd Wierd!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am drunk....just that I am high on life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour back I was dizzy, n now sleep has flown away!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up at 5:30 but a drive down the Shivaji Park Barista infused something into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a half day Liquid Diet &amp;amp; my tummy is definitely hating it, it's carving for somethng good to eat like....like...u say like Cheese Garlic Bread :P&lt;br /&gt;Life's really much beyond a cuddled sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Irony is... still I gotta sleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1499077604895146147?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1499077604895146147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1499077604895146147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1499077604895146147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1499077604895146147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/wierrrdddd.html' title='Wierrrdddd!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2175586548590476320</id><published>2009-07-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:13:47.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikachoooo... &amp; the King!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoCNd5n1fI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XOtr9Ea_3J0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoCNd5n1fI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XOtr9Ea_3J0/s400/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100736725865970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoCM7iN5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YedOMjti1p0/s1600-h/Pikachhooooo....2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoCM7iN5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YedOMjti1p0/s400/Pikachhooooo....2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100727500891538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have some time to think.... Li'l nostalgic feelings are clouded over my head...!!! The good ol times, the time I fought with my Angel Sis... the days we played pranks on mom &amp;amp; papa. The days we snatched each others goodies. And when once we fought, i kicked her Pikachooo....,  said swear words for her Pikachoo n she cried.... that was funny for me.... she cried for that dumb cartoon character stuff toy!! Today that Pickachoo's pic itself reminded me of my Angel sis &amp;amp; the time..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderfull how dead things hit us, stop us &amp;amp; dash us when we are on a fast track, carried by the wave of professionalism, career and the times itself. That's why somehow I keep collecting anything to everything, from restaurant's bills to chocolate wrappers, from the blessed coins to ol diaries &amp;amp; notebooks. These all mean atleast something to me. That Pikachoo is still so special to my sis, it still sleeps on her bed &amp;amp; gets a chance to do a bit of masti with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Rakhi, few day's on... My sis called and asked 'Bhaiyya Kya doge is bar?'&lt;br /&gt;I making fun of her, replied: 'Times have changed, now sister's give to brothers. Atleast in Bombay they do like this'&lt;br /&gt;Angel Sis: 'Ok, than I am buying a Tommy Wallet for you'.&lt;br /&gt;I, touched, still pulling her leg: 'I'll send Rs. 1.50 through Papa, when he'll visit here'.&lt;br /&gt;Angel She:'uuunnnn...., Bhaiyyaaa, batao na'!&lt;br /&gt;I: 'Pagal, maine tere se kabhi jhoot bola hai? Tu to meri pyaari behen hai na? Ded rupe pakka'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoF8Lkn54I/AAAAAAAAAbY/SHplce3RICo/s1600-h/Angel.....%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoF8Lkn54I/AAAAAAAAAbY/SHplce3RICo/s400/Angel.....%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362104837794686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha..... Sisters are Angels!!! Thats why I call my sis 'Angel', 'Strawberry'  or I use 'Khoti'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday start's in few minutes, the day I love the most. 2nd &amp;amp; 4th saturday are the days when it's off from office &amp;amp; I give pleasures of being the King to myself. Getting up late followed by comparitively longer gymming session, a sauna/steam bath. Than a drive down to Band Stand &amp;amp; Carter Road &amp;amp; finally a Coffee &amp;amp; a Sandwich at CCD, Carter Road over a newspaper session!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King's treatment doesn't cost a fortune but it's worth a billion!!! Hail King!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the King will Read a bit, will listen music, might sing something too before he Cuddles, sleeps &amp;amp; dreams before waking up for a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live King!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.........and his Kingdom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2175586548590476320?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2175586548590476320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2175586548590476320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2175586548590476320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2175586548590476320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/suddenly-i-have-some-time-to-think.html' title='Pikachoooo... &amp; the King!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmoCNd5n1fI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XOtr9Ea_3J0/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8588645130440898577</id><published>2009-07-22T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:05:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Doubt - Don't Speak!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o5dGepZM810' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o5dGepZM810'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're real good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;- No Doubt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8588645130440898577?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8588645130440898577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8588645130440898577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8588645130440898577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8588645130440898577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-doubt-don-speak.html' title='No Doubt - Don&amp;#39;t Speak!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5590161724336344264</id><published>2009-07-22T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:45:53.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance Sheet Relationship!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmdnOOnit3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-p491zXOsFA/s1600-h/When+God+showed+his+back%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmdnOOnit3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-p491zXOsFA/s400/When+God+showed+his+back%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367375547643762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choclates added weight to a human body in 20th Century&lt;br /&gt;This is 22nd Century &amp;amp; now they just add happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so I am having awesome chocolates these days....don't worry, have shed bloody 4 Kgs all this while :P&lt;/span&gt;   Eat chocolates, Be happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my frequent visit to Book Stores last month &amp;amp; I realized what we all have realized till now...writing is a new fad. Anyone is writing anything (me too)....whatever...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for me it's 205th Blog, it's been 2 yrs 6mnth &amp;amp; 61 days since my first blog post. This is equal to 22,584  hours  i.e.  1,355,040  minutes or 81,302,400 seconds&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Blog has been a rather touchy experience for me. My Bloggy's been a true(st) friend to me. Stood by me all the time (accept when the server was down :P). I truly thank God,though my respect for him is li'l down these days, I thank him for giving me this lovely creation of man that absorbs all emotions, supports &amp;amp; shares all the ups &amp;amp; downs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when we all love ourselves more than anyone else and others do the same. When time &amp;amp; money are li'l more important than necessary. When the relations have turned into mere Balance Sheets with credits &amp;amp; debits, when the love is outweighed by every tangible asset. When you are trusted/loved only after an assessment, you gotta pass a bloody exam to be loved, you need to achieve a bare minimum to be hugged! You are cared only if you get a plump pay every month end. Thank God at such a practical time I have my Blog to stand by me!!! I have my blog for piling up my immaturity, my naked heart, my emotions, my thoughts &amp;amp; my whatever shit. It takes it all, unlike anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll rather look weak &amp;amp; jot down my heart than letting things kill me in the pretense to be strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An eavening at MTC (Mumbai Times Cafe'), Bandra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on an elevated chair with my friend. About 8 feet away, she was sitting on a couch. Her's was a yellow top, just covering the waist band of her knee high black skirt. Black sandles were in contrast with her white skin. She was carrying big black glossy bag &amp;amp; my friend kept blabbering some shit I was least interested in :P. I was interested in her 'an inch deep dimples', my friend could never understand &amp;amp; kept shitting. Her hair were curled from the edges, her hands were crossed &amp;amp; she engrossed in the guy she was chatting to, not aware that someone else was engrossed in her. She was not a flawless miracle and had li'l darkness around her eyes but that mattered less coz her dimples were the ones to die for.....aaaahhhh...I am dead....alive again till I complete my blog.....ha ha!!! Unlike her she had thin lips worth praising at least ten times a second, She had a smile of the Goddess. My friend still blabbering, I was least interested in his logical talks that had lost all the logic since we sat in the vicinity of that sweet girl. He paid the bill while I measured her dimple depth before the sandle heel.... Thank God those sandles were intact in her feet &amp;amp; we were out safely............phewwwww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Billion Dollar question!!! Why did God made girls so beautiful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes life just stares back at you and you just want to look away........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Avril's songs are so appropriate for me to listen to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you showed your back this time, you didn't turn up for me. Now just let me cuddle &amp;amp; sleep over my so lovely thoughts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5590161724336344264?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5590161724336344264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5590161724336344264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5590161724336344264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5590161724336344264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/choclates-added-weight-to-human-body-in.html' title='Balance Sheet Relationship!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmdnOOnit3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-p491zXOsFA/s72-c/When+God+showed+his+back%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8348390824600571150</id><published>2009-07-19T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:40:30.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman.... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmScKTb8aBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wjbxc8rtxx0/s1600-h/Girl%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmScKTb8aBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wjbxc8rtxx0/s400/Girl%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581157307836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[It's just a random though that matched this Sunday's article in Sunday Times. Not pointing any specific person. And not at all to offend my lovely female friends..... :)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Woman's pleasure for man extends beyond the bed. She search for and find pleasure in his intellect, his conversation, his sense of humour, his idiosyncrasies, all his differences with her, few other things &amp;amp; most of all, in his fascination for her. Yeah she carves for ‘his fascination for her’ more than the man himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to be liked but the other way round depends on her mood....oh my dear she's a girl....she's a girl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She's that same lovely girl...&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/5762639310740692626-8348390824600571150?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8348390824600571150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8348390824600571150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8348390824600571150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8348390824600571150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-p.html' title='Woman.... :P'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmScKTb8aBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wjbxc8rtxx0/s72-c/Girl%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8590310835378074865</id><published>2009-07-19T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:00:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolkata....cholbe na, cholbe na!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs08FioDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LiF6vNFWDWo/s1600-h/flurys_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs08FioDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LiF6vNFWDWo/s400/flurys_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360106900751032370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs1FYJJtI/AAAAAAAAAao/vwkFr0c5KCI/s1600-h/plum_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs1FYJJtI/AAAAAAAAAao/vwkFr0c5KCI/s400/plum_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360106903244973778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs1MfCp6I/AAAAAAAAAag/f5On8-HSrw4/s1600-h/chef_thierry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs1MfCp6I/AAAAAAAAAag/f5On8-HSrw4/s400/chef_thierry1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360106905152956322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs04NHYuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qJ2_4Y2AJc8/s1600-h/launch9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs04NHYuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qJ2_4Y2AJc8/s400/launch9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360106899709059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flight jotting's Tuesday, (14/07/2009)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heavy rain I stepped out,&lt;br /&gt;Soon sleepy me, was flying above the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;Weather was not good, flight was li'l shaky &amp;amp; loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight twinkled air hostess's single pearl ear ring,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I could feel my girl, I recalled her similar pearl ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still my most important thought,&lt;br /&gt;The one with which I'll hate to part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our togetherness just begun like this Indigo Flight,&lt;br /&gt;Both look short, sweet &amp;amp; shaky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I want to bring for her from Calcutta,&lt;br /&gt;A gold coin &amp;amp; a chocolate box came to my mind intuitively,&lt;br /&gt;Few things are way precious than there tangible aspect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some faces catch your stare a li'l longer,&lt;br /&gt;How can someone hold your thought for infinity...&lt;br /&gt;...is what I wonder...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight bent a bit, sunlight entered again from the mini windows&lt;br /&gt;makeup dipped air hostess's ear ring sparkled once more,&lt;br /&gt;Her smiling face held my stare a li'l longer,&lt;br /&gt;She flicked her falling hair, I caught up with my second nap!!&lt;br /&gt;My girl is more beautiful was my thought!&lt;br /&gt;Till the flight landed landed in the Bengali Land!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in Calcutta went goooood.... the city expertises in her sluggishness... it's slow as standstill!!! The pimp on the park street will never forget me for my notorious(ness), atleast for 2 days he'll remember the guy from Mumbai. The two girls chelotte &amp;amp; florence from Belgium will at least remember me for sometime, and will remeber our gossip on coffee Table. My boss will try to forget that I snatched his blanket in sleep (we shared room). My vendor will not forget the PJ's I cracked during our dinner at 'One Step Up' on Park Street! I will not like to forget the Punjabi air hostess on the return flight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to forget her SMS received after arrival "OK, everywhere I am wrong. I am this, I am that. Thank you &amp;amp; Bye. Only you are the one who care, and you care I know. All the time you say that. I know &amp;amp; I respect that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When irritated, frustrated or disturbed; I fight with my thoughts &amp;amp; feel a lot better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit flurys when you are in Calcutta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; buy the Swiss Chocolates which I bought for her.....&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flurysindia.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8590310835378074865?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8590310835378074865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8590310835378074865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8590310835378074865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8590310835378074865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/kolkatacholbe-na-cholbe-na.html' title='Kolkata....cholbe na, cholbe na!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SmLs08FioDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LiF6vNFWDWo/s72-c/flurys_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3883508514115791744</id><published>2009-07-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:30:49.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Shit....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlozjPIlYxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/StAPyeNgU-I/s1600-h/Random-Apophysis_PitcherPlant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlozjPIlYxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/StAPyeNgU-I/s400/Random-Apophysis_PitcherPlant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357651387161600786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;So tired I was today.... but this city has got something in it. It gets into ur ass &amp;amp; leaks some adrenalin pumping fluid there....in seconds, u just get into the momentum of the city the moment you step out! And it is never slow. This is weird. This is weird. This is weird!! I was running to catch a local when I had lost all my energy &amp;amp; was feeling next to lifelessness. And in few minutes I became 'oh dam so excited' from '...mmm...need a nap'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Bandra-Worli Sea link....it's a stupendous example of Engineering mind's capability. But it's a waste of money for commuters....bloody 50 bucks to travel on one side of it. Rs. 50 for a 5 minute drive???? Gimme a break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so charming, sweet, lovely &amp;amp; innocent. She is so soft from outside but harder than ferrous from inside. She is always smiling, when so less has gone in her favour. She is a little child, our 15 year old maid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;The hands from which she washes utensils &amp;amp; cleans floors are smaller than my younger sister's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;God has definitely not been fair to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like male chauvinism, but it's true, Male species was tactically created to give special rights to Women, to make her feel important. It's Man who pampers women, it's he who is still blamed for anything to everything. It's man who works whole day in the office &amp;amp; is still made to vacate the seat in bus for the lady who is out on a shopping spree. Man's salary goes for baby's diapers &amp;amp; cerelac, and the woman buys her lipstick, gloss, mascara &amp;amp; stilettos. It's men who have been pampering these angel faced demons, who later infuse their venom into man's body. It's a conspiracy against male species. Tell you, men are being exploited &amp;amp; women still need their special rights. God has been partial :P ...ha ha ha ha ha. What an amazing write (girls take this one lightly :P)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break!! Yeahhhhh...., my offcial trip begns in another 30 hours. I am looking forward to Calcutta-vendor visit. I am eager to again see this intellectual paradise after 6 years. I wan't to be at some of the good places there, I want to be at so many places over there. 3 days look so less. I am looking forward to it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bernard Meltzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3883508514115791744?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3883508514115791744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3883508514115791744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3883508514115791744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3883508514115791744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-tired-i-was-today.html' title='Another Random Shit....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlozjPIlYxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/StAPyeNgU-I/s72-c/Random-Apophysis_PitcherPlant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5706660624742599548</id><published>2009-07-12T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:37:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlmxlDDAC2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SZh6v1pa-g8/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Running_Man_2855138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlmxlDDAC2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SZh6v1pa-g8/s400/bigstockphoto_Running_Man_2855138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357508481765084002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can be no short of spirit when you run bloody&lt;br /&gt;8.25 Km in 52 Minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rock On!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Kya Kehta Hai Mera Kya Main Bataoon&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Dil Kya Kehta Hai Mera Kya Main Bataoon&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Karta Hai Tv Tower Pe Main Chadd Jaoon&lt;br /&gt;Chilla Chilla Ke Main Ye Sabse Kehdoon&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Karta Hai Sadkon Par Zor Se Gaoon&lt;br /&gt;Sab Apne Apne Ghar Ki Khidki Kholen&lt;br /&gt;Phir Main Aise Josheelay Geet Sunaoon&lt;br /&gt;Mere Geeton Ko Sunke Sab Ye Bolen&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Jeene Ko Dil Chahe Jee Waise Tu&lt;br /&gt;Meri To Hai Bas Ye Raaye Ki&lt;br /&gt;Apne Jitne Bhi Armaan Hain Poore Karle Tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu&lt;br /&gt;Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rock on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5706660624742599548?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5706660624742599548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5706660624742599548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5706660624742599548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5706660624742599548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-on.html' title='Rock On!!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlmxlDDAC2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SZh6v1pa-g8/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Running_Man_2855138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6801302824858813929</id><published>2009-07-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:48:46.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Rohit is eager to find clarity but it is harder than he thinks. Lately, his energy levels have become challenging and it is becoming difficult to control the events. It looks he was fast &amp;amp; ran ahead of reality!!!&lt;/h3&gt;He needs to be in control of the situation &amp;amp; so he's gonna focus away... He'll be involved in other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6801302824858813929?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6801302824858813929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6801302824858813929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6801302824858813929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6801302824858813929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/control.html' title='Control!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3352777187695359818</id><published>2009-07-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:31:37.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is love....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlFQAIsN1FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zs_TVUXkel0/s1600-h/IMG_3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlFQAIsN1FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zs_TVUXkel0/s400/IMG_3388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355149395183391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dull day!! I slept &amp;amp; Slept &amp;amp; slept.... &amp;amp; when I was not sleeping, i was simply lying on bed thinking about another round of sleep!!! It was touchy feeling, it was warm. Those tiny tears falling from my eyes made me feel as if 1 litre of water per tear is being sucked out of my soul. It was heavy, easy to jot down but tough reality. I was feeling bad about myself. How could I go so dam wrong. I was so sentimental, coz this time..... I wanted my pasta to be great tasting &amp;amp; not like the one I made last time. But those bloody onions were dam heavy on my heart, chopping them made me cry like a kid demanding 2 Rupee Lolipop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This is Love!'&lt;/span&gt;....that's the lingo I am following since last few days!! That's what I scream in my dreams, I shout when I wake up, I yell on the people around!! And I say while bowing in front of God or people deserving utmost respect!!! this is what I say when my treadmill reading reads '3.10 KM in 16 min.'!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt; and it pumps me a li'l more....!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This is Love'&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust my words, amazing Pasta I cooked today! Yesterday's coffee, facing windy/rainy marine drive wasn't bad either. But more than that it was the whole set up. Never in my life, I have left my work, for a girl asked boss for an early leave &amp;amp; ran out getting drenched in rain. A li'l conversation with boss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I asked&lt;/span&gt;: 'Sir, I want to leave early, I know I was late today but have to leave early. She'll be waiting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: 'Dost, trust me, I myself believe, this is not at all the weather to work in office, please proceed'. (My sould brightens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;: '(I knew, he's never gonna say no) Sir, have to go for a date planned long back'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: 'Great, go dear. So you are steady with someone or...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: 'Sir, it's been sometime with her, not very steady as of now, but..'. (Hey, my gal, I wan't to be very steady, get it :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: 'Good, I am happy for you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: 'Sir, Can't go before you approve those PO's I sent..' (Had to prove, m a dedicated employee :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: 'Approved, you can go now &amp;amp; have fun'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that heavy rain, he went to meet her, when relatives wanted him to be back at home, his father called from Delhi to be at safe place &amp;amp; friends worried coz he turned li'l freaky. He met her for few minutes, not fearing Mumbai rains &amp;amp; high tide!! He smiled, for he got to meet her. He dint not care if it was for mere few minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then left for home &amp;amp; left me with some soulfull thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;I romancing with my thots, getting drenched by will, took a mug of Coffee in a sea facing cafe' &amp;amp; that relished inner me. Others were trembling in a windy rainy day, but it was warm for me &amp;amp; I had a reason for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.     'this is love'  is 'love for life &amp;amp; the lovely moments it gives'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3352777187695359818?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3352777187695359818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3352777187695359818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3352777187695359818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3352777187695359818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-love.html' title='This is love....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SlFQAIsN1FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zs_TVUXkel0/s72-c/IMG_3388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6570144634684015752</id><published>2009-06-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:47:05.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of the City - Mumbai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkmH0ox8eCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xuj-9R-WARY/s1600-h/dharavi-wiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkmH0ox8eCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xuj-9R-WARY/s400/dharavi-wiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352958970476394530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; has got this strange thing. You'll find the stunningly posh area of the city &amp;amp; barely 10 steps ahead you'll see the real slums. Be it Carter Road, be it Mahim-Dharavi, or be it Worli See Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharavi is a known name when Mumbai's Geography is talked about. Recently featured in Oscar Winning Movie 'Slumdog Millionaire' Child actors of this movie actually live in Dharavi. This is a place which is barely 3-4 KM  from my accomodation in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharavi - Largest slum of Asia as they say. Maybe not true anymore - Orangi Town in Pakistan is bigger, but still Dharavi got highest density - almost million inhabitants in just 0.7 square mile. Pheww....!!! Even I got to know it recently!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharavi provides cheap, illegal accomodation in a very strategical area - between Mahim &amp;amp; Sion, in the center of Mumbai. Rent is just 4 USD per month! Don't think that if it's a slum, Dharavi residents have nothing to do. There is lot of business going on, annual turnover is around 650 million USD. Can you beat that??? Business areas include pottery, textile, recycling (junk). Go to Dharavi &amp;amp; see everything yourself. People are friendly (but not all :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 18th Century Dharavi was an island inhabited by Koli Fishermen, but when it got dry migrants from Gujrat came and established a potter's colony, Muslims from Tamil Nadu set up Leather Tanning Industry. Dharavi is home to Mumbai's first Tamil School. And Many other firsts are on it's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was little search-research on a part of Mumbai - The city I am loving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Early moring, i get up &amp;amp; sit in the window facing huge building. I take a deep breath, count 5 &amp;amp; close my eyes. I dream of the things I have to achieve &amp;amp; Lie down! I remember the people I love &amp;amp; open my eyes. I bow to the goodness of the world. push my adrenalin &amp;amp; bring those goosebumps that propel my day. I stand up &amp;amp; move for Gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did 2.8 Km in 16 min.&lt;br /&gt;A week later I expect it in 15 Min.&lt;br /&gt;A month Later in 13 Min.&lt;br /&gt;6 months later I want to run a marathon!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am game for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6570144634684015752?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6570144634684015752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6570144634684015752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6570144634684015752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6570144634684015752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-of-city-mumbai.html' title='Love of the City - Mumbai!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkmH0ox8eCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xuj-9R-WARY/s72-c/dharavi-wiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7159889412863330296</id><published>2009-06-28T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:58:45.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight On!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkcvVXGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/jxqHAxf3evA/s1600-h/REAL+GAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkcvVXGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/jxqHAxf3evA/s400/REAL+GAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298726177602370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creek....Creek...cluck....Clakad.... n my tooth was gone.&lt;br /&gt;No more it is with me. It was painful. But that was not the only pain I had. There's something else that's hurting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy out there for many.... My problems are too small.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who washes our dishes, is some 15-16 yrs old &amp;amp; sparkles our dishes-floors so that she can bring some shine to her career. She's the kind of gal, whom i'll think of, whenever chips are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Daily Routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up at 5:00&lt;br /&gt;Starts cleaning floors &amp;amp; dishes at 7:00 &amp;amp; goes on till 3:30&lt;br /&gt;Computer classes at 4:00&lt;br /&gt;Reach back home by 7:00&lt;br /&gt;Household chores till 9:00&lt;br /&gt;Study till 10:30&lt;br /&gt;Sleep till 5:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her smile is so dam infectious. My masi has even given her a pet name: 'Gudiya'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her's a tough life than feel what these people go through. Try seeing Eunuch's just ahead of Bandra station on harbour line, towards CST. Wearing short, minimal fabric consuming clothes just to lure customers. All this for shelter &amp;amp; 3 time food. They know their profession will not work for them life long. People laugh on &amp;amp; enact vaguely on seeing them, they stay semi nude during heavy Mumbai rains, trembling in cold. Trembling with fever, they still have to make someone horny for the fact that the day's dinner does not come for free. Talk to them &amp;amp; it's guaranteed, you'll forget your pains for sometime &amp;amp; shudder for someone else's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those small problems have been our botheration than these people are the ones to collect some spirit &amp;amp; inspiration from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Life!!&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't have been fun, if it would have been so simple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight On!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7159889412863330296?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7159889412863330296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7159889412863330296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7159889412863330296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7159889412863330296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-on.html' title='Fight On!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SkcvVXGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/jxqHAxf3evA/s72-c/REAL+GAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-580139011580369017</id><published>2009-06-21T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:00:16.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Link - Chuck that!!   It's a beautiful Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sj7x63Al66I/AAAAAAAAAZI/42AiGoHrH7o/s1600-h/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sj7x63Al66I/AAAAAAAAAZI/42AiGoHrH7o/s320/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349979400863869858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshness of the blowing wind,&lt;br /&gt;Complementing the beautiful brightness of the soul warming sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning sunshine &amp;amp; the li'l droplets falling on the face.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be surely getting ahead of race.&lt;br /&gt;All, signs of beautiful Rainbow formation,&lt;br /&gt;For sure, there will be brightened colorful goodness in life!!&lt;br /&gt;The week looks promising &amp;amp; so is my stand!&lt;br /&gt;Gymming at Talwalkar's &amp;amp; Cappuccino at CCD facing the sea...is how I spend my luxurious weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am charged &amp;amp; excited about my existence in coming week!&lt;br /&gt;A relation went bad, when I wanted it to stand tall on me!&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it, I know I am not that weak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai saw another drizzle, yet another shot of short &amp;amp; precise raining session. But God Indra again Pulled away. Mumbai is deprived of Rain, monsoons have not yet happened here. Clouds have been teasing since last 5-6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Long time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah! Yeah Long time it's been since I wrote last blog on my own Comp.! It had been giving problems since some time. And today I, the great engineer, son of another great engineer,  myself solved the prob. No matter how big the problem is, I'll take it face on (Ouch, did I say too much). Though I doubted (my caliber) that I'll be able to mend it, but it wasn't that difficult. I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past one month had been eventful....Difficult to explain those events in one go. It's simple, for a guy, life becomes most eventful when he has a girl on his side (thats what nearly whole world assumes &amp;amp; what I mean here). 'I developed liking for a girl, or say yet another girl!! And the whole episode seems to touch an end' this is the summary of all those wonderful events :P. All this should fade away, will dissolve , will melt away with time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, past few weeks had been warm :) ,  fights, hugs, msgs, care, talks, approvals, dissaprovals...whatever whatever whatever....It's a new week, new jobs to be done &amp;amp; I want to meet new people. And, yeah not the ones who are a bit too sunk into themselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I had been interviewed!! Bullshit, those people took my Video Conferencing Interview!! Not a big deal. In life when I was fast asleep, these technological advancements have mushroomed even in the dingy, chirpy, small lanes of Andheri :P!! They arranged a video conferencing session for me, aaaah, it feels good!!! And me... I went in a Adidas Black Polo T, a overdyed indigo jeans, Nike Sneakers &amp;amp; the Lee Cooper Sidepack....Phew.....! Thats how they give interviews in our country :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainer's waiting!! Let's Go Gymming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Linking Park's 'NUMB' on my pod!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy, no gal can take your place dear!!&lt;br /&gt;You are the sweetheart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-580139011580369017?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/580139011580369017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=580139011580369017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/580139011580369017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/580139011580369017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/forget-that-its-beautiful-monday.html' title='Broken Link - Chuck that!!   It&apos;s a beautiful Monday!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sj7x63Al66I/AAAAAAAAAZI/42AiGoHrH7o/s72-c/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5984351901478296155</id><published>2009-06-10T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:55:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Shit Shit.....Shit!!!</title><content type='html'>Shit Shit shit.....Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you stand by n sidelines, watching the incedient happen &amp;amp; can't do more than yelling/screaming 'Shit Shit Shit....Shit'. Thats why the statement is here, I was helplessely on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll avoid pouring down from my heart on this sheet. Rather I wwill scribble some Dilbert's stuff here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dilbert's Words of Wisdom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow's not looking good either.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love deadlines. I especially love the swooshing sound they make as they go flying by.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.&lt;br /&gt;5. Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.&lt;br /&gt;7. On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't suffer from stress - I'm a carrier...&lt;br /&gt;9. Everybody is somebody else's weirdo...&lt;br /&gt;10. Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Dilbert for you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to write so much that I ended up writing nothing, nothing at all.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5984351901478296155?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5984351901478296155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5984351901478296155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5984351901478296155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5984351901478296155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-shit-shitshit.html' title='Shit Shit Shit.....Shit!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3586041082102458753</id><published>2009-06-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:45:12.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random....!!!</title><content type='html'>Life..... It's beautifull!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how it would have been, had we faced no obstacles at all??&lt;br /&gt;'Smooth..' naah....it would have been 'Plain, dry' and a 'lifeless life'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond philosophy.... all these days have been li'l dull leaving apart few excitements. I miss my laptop like never before. I want it back so badly, so madly &amp;amp; so freakily.... My laptop is my gateway to my best friend... My Blog!! My Blog still bags the award of my best friend, the one thats not just close to my heart but is my heart itself!! My laptop is again out for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office Work pressure is peaking eaveryday, as the festive season is approaching. I get li'l tensed, li'l pressurised time &amp;amp; again coz of the quantum of work. Still loving it. Its extended responsibility &amp;amp; pumps my chest. My work makes me feel proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met!&lt;br /&gt;He went ahead, pampered her &amp;amp; told about his liking for her.&lt;br /&gt;She stepped back, listening all what he said. And politely made him understand that it needs time!&lt;br /&gt;He cared for her &amp;amp; understood what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;She, took pause, went dry &amp;amp; showed least emotions. And it was when he flowed in endless emotions!&lt;br /&gt;He, as always, is again short of patience. She, as always, want's the surroundings to take control of her life!&lt;br /&gt;There's no common zone for these two young people!&lt;br /&gt;Both like each other!!! Still there's no agreement!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's calling.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what.....??? Lack of decision making is sin &amp;amp; stopping is sin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Move ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting game is a game of cowards!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stride, Cruise, Run, Sprint but don't stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who enjoyed his singleton, for the first time he thought of marriage....&lt;br /&gt;He'll marry someone soon.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not the one with some treasure, not the one who could give all the pleasure!!&lt;br /&gt;Not the most beautifull one, not the most intelligent one!!!&lt;br /&gt;But the one, for him who'll show some bent, the one who'll love him from the innermost vent!!&lt;br /&gt;He'll marry someone soon.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Wish them lovely life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3586041082102458753?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3586041082102458753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3586041082102458753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3586041082102458753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3586041082102458753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random....!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5703617231198370692</id><published>2009-05-20T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:37:32.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoons.............!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ShR21FxX_lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pjK4hgAPmLM/s1600-h/Umbrella%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ShR21FxX_lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pjK4hgAPmLM/s320/Umbrella%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338022112795295314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufff.....!!! Tired I am!&lt;br /&gt;Li'l Overworked! Li'l Overspoilt! Li'l Overexploited! Li'l  Overstressed!  Somehow Overenjoying! Somehow Overrocking!  Aaaaaahhhhh..... M alive n Living!!! And deffinitely not dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop went 'zoooooop', i mean it went bad &amp;amp; I had to get it repaired at a heavy price. Plus had to stay away from it for long. It wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eventfull day &amp;amp; I got drenched in season's first rain. Despite rain pouring over, it was my motionless, laziness, cheering presence at marine drive that was worth living. For those, minutes converted into hours, I worried less about the clothes getting wet &amp;amp; cheered my soulful sea facing existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely eave &amp;amp; equally lovely company!! And than, Lovely people like me deserve such small goodies time to time....LOL!!! It was a day when once again I relished my thick coffee in a big mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this wasn't enough; than the book vendor/hawker at Bandra station delighted my soul a bit more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked ' Boss, Economic times hai'&lt;br /&gt;He replied : Khatam&lt;br /&gt;I asked: Mint&lt;br /&gt;He said: Rs 2. Sir, how did stock market behaved today!c(he picked me from the things i read)&lt;br /&gt;I: No idea boss! Will get to know only after reaching home!&lt;br /&gt;He: I expected it to rise. It went up after election results, market had to be closed. Yesterday it went up by 400 points &amp;amp; than slid, net gain 14 poins! I belive it'll go further up!&lt;br /&gt;I: Ohh (totally amused) Do you invest in stocks?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He conversed in an english far superior to mine!! I was literally spellbound! Man these Mumbaikars are 'Freak' when it comes to stocks, markets &amp;amp; shares!! You just cant beat them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truely amazing..... &lt;/span&gt;These days, I am also pulled into some stock trading by a co owner of one big brokerage house!! Though unwanted entry, I am keeping fingers crossed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this monsoon, 'Rohit' again wants to fall, no-not fall; rather, wants to rise in love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the LOVE be on myside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch Ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Good Times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5703617231198370692?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5703617231198370692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5703617231198370692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5703617231198370692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5703617231198370692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/05/monsoons.html' title='Monsoons.............!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ShR21FxX_lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pjK4hgAPmLM/s72-c/Umbrella%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3834362656654621428</id><published>2009-04-26T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:30:40.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every human is already beautifull....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SfQsbEeNQOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aVzEZm78PZM/s1600-h/Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SfQsbEeNQOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aVzEZm78PZM/s320/Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328933102654669026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not a lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with that) but I think that watching a woman dress up is so sexy. I suspect this is true of most of us and goes back to the time when we watched goggle-eyed as our mothers draped silk saris &amp;amp; pearls, perfumed &amp;amp; powdered themselves to the accompaniment of tinkling anklets &amp;amp; bangles. There is a certain self-absorption that comes over us women when we face the mirror. We cock our eyebrows, rub our lips together to smooth our lipstick &amp;amp; flick away a fallen lash. We preen, in other words, like many the splendoured peacocks that we are......"&lt;br /&gt;            "....of all the questions that we women pose to each other, can any be more vexing &amp;amp; delicious than "what are you going to wear?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Shoba Narayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Mint Lounge, Saturday, 25/04/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and further she goes on, explaining her current favourite beauty product, which is a cleansing powder in which 'Nightingale droppings' is the main ingrediant!! And belive me she loves it so dearly that she went on to write an article on that!! In that article she discussed about Pegion Poop. Pegion's Poop....yeah pegion's poop &amp;amp; Nightingale droppings are the rage among girls these days!!! ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, one of my friend was discussing about ironing her hair....ohhh hooo....  People struggle to iron their clothes, and here they are talking about ironing hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, a guy disliked a girl coz she was short. Girl wore stilletos &amp;amp; achieved height.&lt;br /&gt;She was dark &amp;amp; guy wanted a fair girl. Girl used 'Maybelline Fairness Compact Powder" &amp;amp; some wierd combination &amp;amp; she became vibrant!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy still disliked the girl coz she was squint. Girl bought Gucci Glares, some lenses &amp;amp; looked good.&lt;br /&gt;Her facial Skin Sagged, she took buttox!&lt;br /&gt;she looked plump, she went for lyposuction!!&lt;br /&gt;She was deshaped &amp;amp; guy told straight on her face. She went for the implants.&lt;br /&gt;Further on she went for bleaching her teeth, hair; manicure, pedicure, coloring, straightening, curling, facial, abdominoplasty, anti-aging, anti-wrinkle..... Guy finally said yes &amp;amp; by that time the had girl won many admirers, lovers &amp;amp; the guy lost her!! &amp;amp; I am wondering what options do the guys have ??? ha ha.... they have brains :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Make up &amp;amp; doing up' has won many things/applauds for women &amp;amp; women go crazy for that. So crazy women are, that they are up with the compiled lists of LING0s used for 'make up':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up Lingo goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTD = Face of the day&lt;br /&gt;l/s = lipstick&lt;br /&gt;l/g = lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;MSF = Mineralize Skin Finish&lt;br /&gt;MES = Mineralize Eye Shadow&lt;br /&gt;MUFE = Make Up For Ever&lt;br /&gt;PP = Paintpot&lt;br /&gt;TFSI = Too Faced Shadow Insurance&lt;br /&gt;MUG = Make Up Geek&lt;br /&gt;M/A: Mascara&lt;br /&gt;e/s = eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;MUA = Make Up Artist&lt;br /&gt;MAC = Makeup Artist Cosmetics&lt;br /&gt;UDPP = Urban Decay Primer Potion&lt;br /&gt;SS = shade stick&lt;br /&gt;CCO = cosmetics company outlet&lt;br /&gt;CS = Costal Scents (website that sells makeup and brushes)&lt;br /&gt;BOGO = buy one get one (usually half off or free)&lt;br /&gt;LOTD = look of the day&lt;br /&gt;EOTD = Eye of the day&lt;br /&gt;EOTN/FOTN/LOTN = Eye/Face/Look Of The Night&lt;br /&gt;EDM = Everyday Minerals&lt;br /&gt;BE = Bare Escentuals (right?) - yes!&lt;br /&gt;MMU = Mineral Make Up&lt;br /&gt;BN = Ben Nye&lt;br /&gt;p/p- paintpot&lt;br /&gt;UD- urban decay&lt;br /&gt;BM- Bare minerals&lt;br /&gt;BFTE- Beauty from the earth (website that sells makeup)&lt;br /&gt;PL- Pure Luxe (cosmetic brand sell online)&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;amp;P- prep and prime&lt;br /&gt;e/l= eye liner&lt;br /&gt;l/s=lip stick&lt;br /&gt;l/g=lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;YLBB= your lips but better&lt;br /&gt;CCB=Cream Color Base&lt;br /&gt;TM= Tinted Moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;LE = Limited Edition&lt;br /&gt;DC = Discontinued&lt;br /&gt;REG = Regular&lt;br /&gt;PRO = Refers to MAC Pro products&lt;br /&gt;MSF = Mineralize SkinFinish&lt;br /&gt;MES = Mineralize EyeShadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mufe = make up for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my head to read so much about the girls' first love! They love themselves &amp;amp; their 'doing up kit' the most! I am true to my soul, I have seen them crying for their beloved bangles &amp;amp; anklets. Fighting for their pearl necklace! I wish some girl loved me the way they love their bangles!! Ha ha...... Now I am sure that the girl I love, loves herself more than I do. I am never, I have never been their in her priority list. It's just her her creams, balms, glosses, colors, bangles, anklets, chains &amp;amp; similar shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, whatever..... &lt;i&gt;Every woman deserves to be appreciated, respected, and admired. When a woman improves her appearance, an amazing thing happens..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be that's why we guys are in love with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;But hey girls, bring some brains for us to love you more, continuously &amp;amp; uninterrupted.........Phewwww...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.......Every human is already beautifull......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3834362656654621428?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3834362656654621428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3834362656654621428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3834362656654621428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3834362656654621428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-human-is-already-beautifull.html' title='Every human is already beautifull....'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SfQsbEeNQOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aVzEZm78PZM/s72-c/Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-1562765941169574410</id><published>2009-04-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:38:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is not in scarce!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeuAnaVUMhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xey4ODv_CgM/s1600-h/Highheels-Wild-Passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeuAnaVUMhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xey4ODv_CgM/s320/Highheels-Wild-Passion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326492398867722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is not in scarce!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPL is back but not with the kind of buzz it created last season! Mandira Bedi is also back but without the kind of impact she created during her first Live telecast presentation! The girl has lost quite a few kilos &amp;amp; wears strapless tops thinking that she looks sexy or hot or whatever.... But to me she now looks pathetic, a starved, animated lady. Yesterday on TV she appeared as a synonym of malnutrition &amp;amp; pathetic dressing sense, with zero sense of hair styling!! The lady isn't aware of the glamor &amp;amp; sex appeal she got last time from her Sarees. She must bring back her senses &amp;amp; must wear all those lovely six yards!! Anyways.... Who cares...naahhh....sometimes I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is not in scarce!!&lt;br /&gt;The new girl in our office is a bit too hot, with perfect stats! She has a well toned body but that doesn't prevent me from wondering how the hell she balanced herself on the 3 inch pencil heels??? Amazing acrobaticism that was! The pencil heel stilettos looked hot &amp;amp; so does her feet!!! But I didn't get a chance to sneak out a chat session with her. So what if I couldn't talk to her, so what if her stilettos were good?? My NIKE are better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-1562765941169574410?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1562765941169574410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=1562765941169574410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1562765941169574410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/1562765941169574410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-is-not-in-scarce.html' title='Beauty is not in scarce!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeuAnaVUMhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xey4ODv_CgM/s72-c/Highheels-Wild-Passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6079290687860706842</id><published>2009-04-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:17:25.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZzzzzzzz........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SefzmtYyFkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kGMcd-yMaY/s1600-h/palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SefzmtYyFkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kGMcd-yMaY/s320/palm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325492930733020738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt; Cars zip zapping; people running, walking and jogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;Children playing, aunties gossiping!!&lt;br /&gt;Uncles buisy with something they always do!!&lt;br /&gt;studs doing there act, dudes tryig to be cool, girls trying to be hot!!&lt;br /&gt;Couples flirting or loving &amp;amp; others posing as if they love!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pets doing their share of masti, kids shouting, screaming &amp;amp; than laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vendors &amp;amp; hawkers selling what they should!!&lt;br /&gt;Servants, drivers, caretakers, bais, aayas do what they are told to!!&lt;br /&gt;Locals commute &amp;amp; so do people in them! Vehicles, people &amp;amp; crowd all over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines, moon glows!!! Theirs a day &amp;amp; than a night!! People sleep &amp;amp; they get up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am in hibernation!!! A li'l dull!! Doing little nothings &amp;amp; sweet somethings!!!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since last I had my cup of coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am laidback!!! And that's my attitude for the season!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6079290687860706842?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6079290687860706842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6079290687860706842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6079290687860706842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6079290687860706842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZzzzzzzz........'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SefzmtYyFkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kGMcd-yMaY/s72-c/palm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7760272396368322495</id><published>2009-04-10T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:31:58.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>2nd from right in second row is my girl friend :) ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeAiE5HCF1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/g05TZhrZloY/s1600-h/Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeAiE5HCF1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/g05TZhrZloY/s320/Women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323292226997065554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should not be a trip to tomb with the intention of reaching it in good health and an attractive &amp;amp; well cared for body!! It should be more like a ride on a great water slide with piece of chocolate in one hand and a good coffee in the other with a body totally worn out from good living &amp;amp; yelling..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy, what a ride!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeAhySiu8SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DK_Eu7EmeWo/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeAhySiu8SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DK_Eu7EmeWo/s320/chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323291907406623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7760272396368322495?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7760272396368322495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7760272396368322495' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7760272396368322495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7760272396368322495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SeAiE5HCF1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/g05TZhrZloY/s72-c/Women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6771411623798678756</id><published>2009-04-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:27:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits &amp; Peices :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd68kRUmWVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/f-MDbbP4WdM/s1600-h/Attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd68kRUmWVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/f-MDbbP4WdM/s320/Attitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899140909619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment worth reading :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hey i liked 5XXXX nano seconds&lt;br /&gt;Some fleeting moments in time give you rare insights .. and what i appreciated is the title the 5 sec stretched in nano .it is good work .. like i felt those 5 sec stretched for eternity .. keep up the work .. you really inspire me to write my own blog.. and when that will happen god only knows ..&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that i will jot down some lines today .. and if i ever get to write .. the credit is to you .. Cheers !!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny Lines, i picked don't remember from where :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to understand what pleasure people derive by passing such sweeping statements on your life and the way you are dealing with things in your life… They should pay some people to just keep their mouth shut… That should keep the statistics of per capita income on the right side of economics… and she’d definetly hit a gold mine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A philosophy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, b a flirt, &amp;amp; smile until yr face hurts. Don't b afraid 2 take chances or fall in love &amp;amp; most of all, live in d moment because every second u spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the end, it's gonna be a lovely weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6771411623798678756?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6771411623798678756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6771411623798678756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6771411623798678756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6771411623798678756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/bits-peices.html' title='Bits &amp; Peices :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd68kRUmWVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/f-MDbbP4WdM/s72-c/Attitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-5125033443596258857</id><published>2009-04-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:44:31.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd1oS6Q2VPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AdW61-prZYc/s1600-h/My+li%27l+brat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd1oS6Q2VPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AdW61-prZYc/s320/My+li%27l+brat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525008708654322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The li'l brat:   Ani's Nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the window I wonder, I wonder about it!!&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining directly on my face &amp;amp; the air is blown on to me by the Fan!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder again, I wonder about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People walking on the road, others jogging in the park&lt;br /&gt;I could see them all, and I still wonder, I wonder again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumma's call from Delhi, her sweet words &amp;amp; the blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Masi's constant questioning 'what will you eat?',&lt;br /&gt;Nani's not so well health, Nana Ji's battle with himself to walk properly,&lt;br /&gt;I see all, I hear all;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder about it, &amp;amp; wonder again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's missed calls &amp;amp; Early morning's SMS,&lt;br /&gt;After mama ji's early morning blessings, I bow in front of God;&lt;br /&gt;My early morning thoughts &amp;amp; the natural freshnessin the air;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my towel &amp;amp; go for the' bath'&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my hands &amp;amp; I stretch my body,&lt;br /&gt;I feel relaxed &amp;amp; I wonder agaian &amp;amp; I wonder it.....&lt;br /&gt;Today also will I miss 9:37 wali Local ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Wonders!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-5125033443596258857?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5125033443596258857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=5125033443596258857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5125033443596258857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/5125033443596258857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-wonders.html' title='Small Wonders'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/Sd1oS6Q2VPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AdW61-prZYc/s72-c/My+li%27l+brat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7566123508411702810</id><published>2009-04-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:26:50.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halting is a SIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvCDbSFUhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W6vrqSIuUME/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvCDbSFUhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W6vrqSIuUME/s320/DSC02114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060748787372562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvBTiguMNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-INYGMU0xYk/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvBTiguMNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-INYGMU0xYk/s320/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059926094098642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvBTX3AoII/AAAAAAAAAXo/ro6vDkuI0kY/s1600-h/Rohit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvBTX3AoII/AAAAAAAAAXo/ro6vDkuI0kY/s320/Rohit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059923234791554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stroll...&lt;br /&gt;A stroll with thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;A stroll while seeing around...&lt;br /&gt;A stroll of leisure but full of positivity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk...&lt;br /&gt;A walk all alone...&lt;br /&gt;A walk on the crowded road....&lt;br /&gt;A walk with lottsa guts, creating its own confidence zone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stride...&lt;br /&gt;A stride of faith...&lt;br /&gt;A stride of passion....&lt;br /&gt;A stride of determination....&lt;br /&gt;A stride alone with such a lovely intention!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A rush... A sprint... A run... towards a destination!! Not to let it go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to take chance!!&lt;br /&gt;Only to take charge!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Only to take control!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtfull stroll.. A walk.. A stride.. A sprint.. I do it lovingly all alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed by me, a lovely girl, so pretty, a white top, blue jeans &amp;amp; a lovely face. 5 seconds later she was gone... Lost in crowd opposite to Andheri station!! I turned, only to find this another beauty, waiting for someone &amp;amp; talking on the phone. A 4" heel &amp;amp; curly long hair. To admire the beauty, I closed eyes for a moment, took a breath &amp;amp; she was gone!! I moved but couldn't recall any of those lovely faces.  All I could recall was the way every shopkeeper, every hawker &amp;amp; every vendor was spilling his entrepreneurial spirit. Each selling something very usual or something very unusual. Selling in a very common or a very uncommon manner. But all were giving their best. And nearly no one failed. At times they had initial 'turn downs' but sometime down the line they were accepted!!! I had only entrepreneurial spirit in my head!! Beauty of doing something of my own is all I could recall &amp;amp; is all I could remember!! And I stood their for half an hour while doing nothing, doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turn down. A least affecting 'no'  (which could have been a most influencing 'yes') gave me a chance to explore myself a li'l more. No sarcasm, but denials have their own charm. Though I don't wanna count the number of denials but I want to recall all coz of the lovely charm they bring to me, the warmth they bring to me, the moment I think of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lighter at heart, stronger at will;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a free soul with lot many dreams to fulfill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was another turn down by another Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am confident &amp;amp; take it in a stride for better things ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sarcasm intended!!!&lt;br /&gt;Halting is a SIN&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MOVE ON..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7566123508411702810?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7566123508411702810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7566123508411702810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7566123508411702810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7566123508411702810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughtfull-stroll-walk-stride-sprint.html' title='Halting is a SIN!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdvCDbSFUhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W6vrqSIuUME/s72-c/DSC02114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-3545155907175003632</id><published>2009-04-05T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:35:13.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiR7Dy1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/A2iHQnJj61E/s1600-h/palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiR7Dy1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/A2iHQnJj61E/s320/palm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358690920680274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDia4VSqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GCXZtuoGHVg/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDia4VSqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GCXZtuoGHVg/s320/DSC02197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358693325163170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiZhZIaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZVmc5Wc2nh8/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiZhZIaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZVmc5Wc2nh8/s320/DSC01807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358692960510370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiOMp-pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B1OlISfdvuI/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiOMp-pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B1OlISfdvuI/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358689920744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics above....&lt;br /&gt;1) Impression of Palm&lt;br /&gt;2) Dog hiding sitting in shade, hiding from summer heat&lt;br /&gt;3) Rolls Royse showroom. Clicked at 1:00, on the way to 'Muchhad Paan Wala'&lt;br /&gt;4) Late night Iced Late'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Much bending breaks the bow, much unbending the mind!!...... I love to think &amp;amp; I begin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications begin.........v (have fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionism is an illusion. Perfectionism is a hollow pipe dream. A dream that must be dreamt of to retain the zeal &amp;amp; should only be dreamt; coz perfectionists die just before they are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea, why I wrote this.... I could have written on varied things, much more simpler &amp;amp; intresting, which went through my antenna all day, like.... My Delhi trip, 'Dombivili', astrology,  my today, my family &amp;amp; other things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:00 Am in the morning, I have not slept till now. Have no reasons for this insane act, why I did this. Have no regrets about it, just that m gonna be sleepy in the office tomorrow!!! Who cares?? I just had an awesome cold coffee, which went by the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Dutch Lady, Iced Late', Belgian Choclate'&lt;/span&gt;. Lovely it was, as good as.....naah naah....a li'l less better than me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ranting, I am li'l unsetteled, vulnerable at present! I am happy but feeling li'l shaky today. Not that I have not enjoyed the day or anything like that. Whatever..... Anyways.... Chuck that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am stronger!!! I belive in myself!!! And I love myself!!!&lt;/span&gt; (A seperater b/w two pages, b/w two thoughts) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been really good, irrespective of the aberrations, it's been lovely. Again Touch wooding my words &amp;amp; thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing what I like, I have been eating the food I want, I have been meeting the people I wan't, I have been going to the places where I want to be, I have been spending the way I want to, I have been working on what I intend to work upon! Still I am lagging a bit, some things are still underachieved, untouched, not done till now......Aspirations are simply infinite, like any other person's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finding a way to live the simple life today is man's most complicated task!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications are fun part of life, it would have been so dam boring if there would have been simplicity &amp;amp; predictability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The great mistake made by intelligent people is to refuse to believe that the world is as stupid as it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stupidity is not a term I run away from&lt;span&gt;.... It's not bad to be a part of stupidity, we all have inner child in us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show of temper is never a hit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that's why I decide to lose temper, I move ahead, not stopping, pleasing.... not showing a patience, I move ahead....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s gonna be another good week, I am sure, beyond denials, beyond arrogance &amp;amp; beyond any other boulder it's gonna be another good week, a week full of PJs, full of good hard work, countable learning, and worth remembering.... The good things have already started I succeeded in writing a complicated post, which I intended to. India succeeded in posting a good total for New Zealand!! Can't stop loving cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Follow your honest convictions &amp;amp; be strong!!!&lt;/span&gt; (I will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatassss...!! Signing off!!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya bloggy (again more than many)&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it, just wrote it for myself &amp;amp; you!!! Not many will be able to get what it was :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-3545155907175003632?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3545155907175003632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=3545155907175003632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3545155907175003632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/3545155907175003632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/complicated.html' title='Complicated!!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdlDiR7Dy1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/A2iHQnJj61E/s72-c/palm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-8434847738927613609</id><published>2009-04-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:28:10.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5000000000 nano seconds!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdWcDYzOV7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/mW249OJHaBw/s1600-h/Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdWcDYzOV7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/mW249OJHaBw/s320/Street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320330116818950066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 inch high heels &amp;amp; the perfectly polished glossy brown shoes! Neat brown trousers with a single pleat &amp;amp; no wrinkle in it. Perfectly ironed, beauty personifying, classy, long pointed collar, brown striped white, front buttoned woven top. Nice black mat finished, double zipper leather bag with a single silver metallic buckle. One thin glittery silver chain with a quarter inch ball shaped pendant dangling on neck, perfectly matching the glow of bare skin. Not a flick of hair falling on face, all tied perfectly, nowhere a strand running out of the shiny aristocratic pony at her back. Lips perfectly outlined &amp;amp; colored with a choclaty brown shade. Smooth face with not even a slightest dash of artificial camouflage makeup. Perfectly shaped beautiful nose, placed flawlessely on the lovely face. Single pearl tops in ears sparkled my soul. Eyelashes so densed in combination with brown eye shadow/ mascara made me to stare deep into those lovely eyes of a beautiful woman. I was sinking in those eyes, microsecond later the honking started, the cars behind had to move on as the signal went green. I stumbled on the footpath &amp;amp; moved ahead wondering about the wonders of the world! She was a perfect stranger, who passed by me at a traffic signal in the morning!! She glorified my 5000000000 nano seconds (5 seconds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even moments make you keep cherishing your life!! Lovely Life &amp;amp; Lovely wonders!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-8434847738927613609?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8434847738927613609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=8434847738927613609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8434847738927613609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/8434847738927613609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/5000000000-nano-seconds.html' title='5000000000 nano seconds!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdWcDYzOV7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/mW249OJHaBw/s72-c/Street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-9194598641991156410</id><published>2009-04-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:33:50.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LOVELY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdPL1rmfqCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bSpXjdP4ooA/s1600-h/SP_A2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdPL1rmfqCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bSpXjdP4ooA/s320/SP_A2472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319819707952375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdPL1jJhpJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/57fInuuJujA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdPL1jJhpJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/57fInuuJujA/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319819705683387538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling of revolt against one &amp;amp; a feeling of extreme care for other person!!! Revolt; I should mute it down for now. Care; I must give enough!! Instead I'll love myself for now!!! I'll love myself coz I am lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Lovely!!! Yeah!!! I am Lovely!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani was not well, a li'l irritated, a li'l agitated coz of some psycologicl troubles! I made her smile, she went a step beyond &amp;amp; laughed a li'l louder!! I felt good about myself. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masi was not well, I talked to her, brought her a bottle of Limca to counter dehydration. Made her sleep while chatting &amp;amp; lightening her heart. She felt better, kissed me &amp;amp; slept off nicely!! I tucked a sheet over her. I felt nice about myself. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ol friend was troubled coz of her GF's ex boyfriend. We shared a lot about that instance. I promised to stand by him. He relied and asked for advise. All these days we have been talking to each other a bit more!! I was happy about about my positivity. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one of the best friends got engaged, he made me meet his fiancee. I took them out for a coffee, I took them out on a drive. I bought them a romantic ice cream at India Gate. I took them to a hep hookaah bar in Delhi. They enjoyed, felt too good. I had elevated feelings for myself. I am lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior met me with her GF. We laughed till we had stomachache. He was happy about me being his junior. They told that they had a great day. I told them I had even better. I moved home smiling all the way. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague's friend became my friend sometime back. And we went to a beach for a stroll. she had a big tradgedy in her life, someone really close to her is no more. Feeling comfortable &amp;amp; relaxed with me, while sitting on a newspaper in sand, she shared everything. I listened patiently. She felt lighter &amp;amp; a smile tinkled in her eyes. She felt good &amp;amp; rejuvenated. I gifted her a Barista Mug. And I had a sense of achievement, I smiled bigger. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove my car for 392 Kilometers in Delhi. Out of that, for some 12 kilometers I took a crippled beggar for a drive. Bought an ice cream for him. He was bubbling with joy. He said 'Thank you sir', literally threw an accent on me :P!! I felt a pinch of satisfaction in my whole body. I am lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an awesome feeling when people confide in you! It's an awesome feeling to see people trusting you &amp;amp; sharing there live's with you!!! No matter how troubled you are, no matter how irritated, frustated, agitated you are..... You come out of all that when people smile back at you!! It happened to me &amp;amp; I love myself for that!! Coz in the end we all love ourselves. We all love ourselves, may be a li'l more than anyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why.... I AM LOVELY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-9194598641991156410?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/9194598641991156410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=9194598641991156410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9194598641991156410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/9194598641991156410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-lovely.html' title='I AM LOVELY!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SdPL1rmfqCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bSpXjdP4ooA/s72-c/SP_A2472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-7698060002619744053</id><published>2009-03-24T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:24:11.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismat ka luck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclMk1J78RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/p3hACl2TMNM/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclMk1J78RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/p3hACl2TMNM/s320/DSC02123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316865030715339026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclFGetal3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/4AstcOqxxaA/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclFGetal3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/4AstcOqxxaA/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856812712662898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclFGBiyKeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wBHHTX3mHvM/s1600-h/DSC00993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclFGBiyKeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wBHHTX3mHvM/s320/DSC00993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856804883442146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1) My Fate ......LOL......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;missed train ticket &amp;amp; flight ki ticket ka fatkaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1)   View of 'The Great India Place', Noida; clicked from Wave Cinemas, Centerstage Mall; Sometime in early 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 2)   Sipping Cappuccino on a footpath outside Barista, South Campus, New Delh!! Ganju is an awesome pal rarely called by the name "Abhey Mehta', the guitarist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my train, yeah I missed it!! Another conspiracy against me from the hidden powers!! I left home on time (though my masi never accepts the so very true fact). It was all jam packed, Matunga, Gandhi Market, Dadar, Mahim, Dharavi, Sion, Bandra all routes were packed. And I reached after the train had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the way I told taxi wala, 'Boss, aaj koi scene nahi lagta, sala apni kismat ka luck kharaab hai! Sahi bolu to aaj din hi galat shuru hua tha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi wala: Sir, kya hua!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kuchh nahi yaar, bas faaltu ki chik chik!!&lt;br /&gt;Taxi wala: Aisa kya hua saab!! Ladki ki chik chik kya!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha ha..... Brotherhood, are u a tarrot card reader or a Crystal ball gazer!!&lt;br /&gt;(Man they know it all, next thing he'll tell me.....might be my past, my future or may be the colour of my undie :P .... i went a li'l back &amp;amp; tucked myself li'l down!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yaar, tu bas train pakadwa de, baaki sab main nipat lunga!!&lt;br /&gt;Taxiwala: Sir, mushkil hai, lekin try maarte hain.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kismat ne maar li ab aap try maar lo, isiliye main aapki taxi mein hu dost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he zip-zapped everywhere, by god ki kasam, the way he overtook that humongous truck just ahead of Mahim, was a better stunt than schumi's F1 overtake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxiwala: Circle tak hi jaam hoga sir!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yaar mujhe bhi yehi lagta hai! Arey ruk ruk, main utar ke dekta hu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran till half a kilometer ahead, it was all jam packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huff huff....., boss ghuma le, take me to Mahim station, I'll catch local till Borivili n my delhi train from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxiwala: saab, Sion se le lu!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yaar kismat ne to le hi li, ab tu kahin se bhi lele, do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n he miniatured few more trucks by his overtaking skills, we met jams after jams &amp;amp; finaly I gave up, lied on my luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Boss, kismat ki watt lag gayi aaj, kitna hua!&lt;br /&gt;Taxiwala: Rs. 85&lt;br /&gt;Me: Le dost, Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hufff..., n before I could blink I was surrounded coolies.&lt;br /&gt;Coolie: sir aapki train mil jaayegi. Kismat pe Bharosa rakho!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kismat pe nahi tu jo karega wo bata!!&lt;br /&gt;Coolie: aap aaiye (taking my luggage &amp;amp; keeping into taxi)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kahaan-kahaan ??? Nowhere out of my, I could imagine catching up a super duper express train by taxi, it wasn't a movie shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man popped out of that dinky taxi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Saab, meri gaurantee, agar train mili to hajaar rupe, nahi to jitna aapka man ho!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: kitne? Hazaar?? Tousand???&lt;br /&gt;Man: Sir, life jokhim mein daal ke chalaunga, super fast!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bhai, aur meri jaan??? Wo bottle mein daal ke chalaoge ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed road &amp;amp; took other taxi back, home &amp;amp; since than I have been laughing off!! May be the day wasn't good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I went out, played pranks with every possible person &amp;amp; have been freaking crazily, these days life gives unplanned, unaccounted time rarely!! Just came from a late night walk at Worli Sea Face &amp;amp; a nice conversation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though am losing good amount in unplanned expenditure!! I booked flight ticket &amp;amp; made sure that it must make me touch Delhi's soil before train, this time I so desperately want to be there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum-papa-sis-dost log, I am on time :)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, kismat ka luck ab apni side hoga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you gonna say, I write nice poetry!!! This was my best one!!! ha haDilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli Dilli...... Love you all!! love me, you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchwood!!&lt;br /&gt;A few more smiles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3, flight is at 5.50!! Abhi repack karna hai as per flight baggage!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh not this one....... man, this is scary!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-7698060002619744053?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7698060002619744053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=7698060002619744053' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7698060002619744053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/7698060002619744053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/03/kismat-ka-luck.html' title='Kismat ka luck!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SclMk1J78RI/AAAAAAAAAWg/p3hACl2TMNM/s72-c/DSC02123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2289363040596946709</id><published>2009-03-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:47:47.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipppeeeee!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SchGzQbMn-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/UBd20_5o6Fo/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SchGzQbMn-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/UBd20_5o6Fo/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316577206507184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SchGymLVnkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uCg5OZseoCw/s1600-h/02112008053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SchGymLVnkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uCg5OZseoCw/s320/02112008053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316577195166375490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi!!! I am coming, get ready, together we'll Rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, we gonna rock. It's gonna be time (4-5 days) full of drives, frienz, coffee, parents, sis, freaking out, being freak, being crazy &amp;amp; being mad!!! It's (these days) been my longest stay away from 'Dil walon ki Dill'. People in Bombay generaly don't have good words for Delhi &amp;amp; Delhi walas but trust me for my geniuneness, Delhi has got lot more heart than Bombay, anyday. Bombay is lovely but a li'l too artificial!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I enjoyed &amp;amp; m enjoying life both ways at both places!!! As of now I am really eager to kiss Delhi's soil, hug it, love it &amp;amp; have fun on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi!!!! I am coming!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipppeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Mumbai, you'll be missed too)&lt;br /&gt;(Bloggy will be back soon, you'll be missed a lot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-2289363040596946709?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2289363040596946709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=2289363040596946709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2289363040596946709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/2289363040596946709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/03/yipppeeeee.html' title='Yipppeeeee!!!!!!'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/SchGzQbMn-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/UBd20_5o6Fo/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-6209927298054972</id><published>2009-03-22T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:45:22.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clicks &amp; Feels :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaClAj2QDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X6Drbn-G0lI/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaClAj2QDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X6Drbn-G0lI/s320/DSC02102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316079982474575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaCkUeebPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rLnKjpgQ8XY/s1600-h/DSC02992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaCkUeebPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rLnKjpgQ8XY/s320/DSC02992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316079970640882930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBoSqjZeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Iaf41ayD_4M/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBoSqjZeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Iaf41ayD_4M/s320/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078939362518498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBn-EBxcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iXL1aidMtcQ/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBn-EBxcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iXL1aidMtcQ/s320/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078933832222146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaE8DQNNJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yZYBGHCbbKw/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaE8DQNNJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yZYBGHCbbKw/s320/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082577357747346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBnBNlOAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YwstRNA3R8Y/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBnBNlOAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YwstRNA3R8Y/s320/DSC02117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078917497731074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBmBj3dwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wRRyl4dAs-8/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaBmBj3dwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wRRyl4dAs-8/s320/DSC02119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078900411332354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that kinda time when you have so much inside your heart but you still keep mum!! I will be mum but can't be expressionless! Above clicks are my current expressions.... Expression of love, care, creativity, sensuality, empathy, passion &amp;amp; youthfullness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were wonderfull 3hours 40 minutes spent with her at a lovely sea side cafe with a smooth hot experimental coffee!! It was a lovely stroll in a cool sea breeze!! It was good to be her chauffeur, unforgettable drive for sure!! Summary: bad day turned into an awesome story!!! The pics above are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dude is alone &amp;amp; li'l low, a girl declined him..... phew....!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Dudes &amp;amp; Babes having party, a weekend feast!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Flowers I bought for myself. I deserve to pamper myself!!&lt;br /&gt;4) The bud/butt &amp;amp; the swoosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) My Mug!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Her Mug!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) Dono ke mugs. And a lovely conversation over Coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchwood!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762639310740692626-6209927298054972?l=milesafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6209927298054972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762639310740692626&amp;postID=6209927298054972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6209927298054972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762639310740692626/posts/default/6209927298054972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesafter.blogspot.com/2009/03/clicks-feels.html' title='Clicks &amp; Feels :)'/><author><name>Passionate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/TP6HD7zk23I/AAAAAAAAAmk/YTcnjMQxijM/S220/IMG_5745.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q91NyTI5Kyc/ScaClAj2QDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X6Drbn-G0lI/s72-c/DSC02102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
