<?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-4971480318742849662</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:33:27.497+05:30</updated><category term='wonnet'/><category term='My Thoughts'/><category term='free verse'/><category term='My Blog'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='books'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='family'/><category term='crush'/><category term='awards'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='random'/><category term='T.W.L.'/><category term='finding oneself'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='55 fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='FICTION'/><category term='A.M.Q.T.'/><category term='trends'/><category term='friends'/><category term='festive'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><subtitle type='html'>Seize the Day...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-4994192074301941699</id><published>2009-08-06T12:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:15:26.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.M.Q.T.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Now She Knew Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SnqOiP2cVuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jqObOBXkhPs/s1600-h/42-15200746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758624986945250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SnqOiP2cVuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jqObOBXkhPs/s400/42-15200746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had stunning bronze hair, highlighted crimson red..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had dealt it all; fear and guilt, shame and dread..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had slept it all; alone and used, unfed and half-dead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still she knew little 'bout life, thought it to be a roses-filled bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had the most flawless, glowing, beautiful pale skin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had felt it all; greed and lust, taunts and sins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had bared it all; love and hate, yang and yin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now she knew life was just pain, plastered with a pitiful grin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had the most purest, deepest, blackest eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had heard it all; screams and shouts, silence and cries..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she had seen it all; betrayal and stares, fear and lies.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now at last she knew life too has a price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had done the unthinkable; the innocence in her was now slain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had dealt enough, bared enough; now she did not complain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had very little sanity left in her; she started doing all that was deign..&lt;br /&gt;Now she knew life too well; it felt mundane, it felt inane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758626626087970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 282px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SnqOiV9PrCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ngizoomzjMk/s400/42-15214077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just random scribbles.....inspired by an ever-so-curious, know-it-all friend of mine.....she has this insatiable hunger for knowledge....and it forced me to think....made me curious too ( I know....hypocrisy right?? :P)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that we have this undying curiosity 'bout every little thing in our life???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we all wish to be a know it all?? Hungry for experience, arcane knowledge???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think if you knew everything....life would be verryyyyyy mundane???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random scribbles followed by random babbling....... :P :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current track: Losing My Religion&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;R.E.M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-4994192074301941699?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/4994192074301941699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=4994192074301941699&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4994192074301941699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4994192074301941699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-she-knew-life.html' title='Now She Knew Life...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SnqOiP2cVuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jqObOBXkhPs/s72-c/42-15200746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-3330488654866709944</id><published>2009-07-27T18:53:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:42:17.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.M.Q.T.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><title type='text'>Highway To The "High" Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Ayden!! AYDEN!! You up?? AYDEN?? Today's the big day!! UP!!" she knocked on her son's door, for what seemed the billionth time in the past 15 minutes, wondering if he would ever wake up on time!! Lately he had been sleeping the day in his bed. "AYDEN UP!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom stop the earthquake already!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You awake? And why the hell do you latch up your door?? OPEN UP!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm up!! Just quit banging the door into two!!"he said lazily. "Crappy hangover.." he mumbled to himself. He tumbled to open his door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ssup Mom??" he said in somewhat of a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't 'ssup' me!! It's graduation day and you are already freaking late!! Rise and shine already you lazy bum.." she said flashing a motherly smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and his mother had grown quite close since his dad left them for a 22 yr old blondie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You move on and reach school! I'd dress up in a jiffy and follow you" he said in somewhat of a clearer tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click, click and soon his mother started her photo-session for the big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom cut it out! I've gotta dress up now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See you soon" she chimed from the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ya whatever" he yelled back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the front door clicked.He rushed to his drawer,scooped out a pile of crap, and found 'it' at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He filled the intra-dermal syringe and poked it into his right arm, clearing its content in a painful swish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hopefully all those happy-for-no-reason-but-because-it-graduation faces would be a bit bearable now!!" he thought rushing to his Chevy in his day old worn clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363147185504599554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/Sm258zYjPgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ISM0V0XB1cE/s400/42-19402522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freeway was jammed like a bottle, "Who cares" he mumbled and turned to drive on the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His right arm suddenly had a muscle spasm and "BAM!!" ran into a truck and there he laid motionless bleeding to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His mother was still waiting for him...after all it was his "big day"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People I am back!!&lt;/strong&gt; Ya fine I am back earlier....but it was so tough to be away from my blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I got an &lt;strong&gt;AMQT &lt;/strong&gt;for you.... &lt;strong&gt;"Why do we indulge in things that we know are doing harm to us and in the long run may have dire consequences??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be anything drugs, booze, smoke or whatever??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current track:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love Song For No One&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-3330488654866709944?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/3330488654866709944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=3330488654866709944&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/3330488654866709944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/3330488654866709944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/07/highway-to-high-life.html' title='Highway To The &quot;High&quot; Life...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/Sm258zYjPgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ISM0V0XB1cE/s72-c/42-19402522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-4254643663390087996</id><published>2009-03-11T18:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:37:56.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>My first step of sanyas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SbfDpCZRyGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oS8rSZCvW-k/s1600-h/42-15858906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 416px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SbfDpCZRyGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oS8rSZCvW-k/s400/42-15858906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929395291736162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I hate it...and these are not just words..I really do...But I've got very l'il choice!! I am taking an indefinite (O.K. it's not indefinite but it is hell long!!) break from my blog.....I've got infinite lot of stuff going around right now!! And I am not doing anything whole-heartily and it sucks big-time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my XIIth going on and this is kinda stressing..cause it brings a lot of exams with it!! Got one in April, then one in July...another in September and  then one in December and another one in January...oh and I kinda forgot..there is one in March too...I guess it's called the BOARD!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me this not even half of it!! I've got to prepare for all those tests I'm giving for higher education....and plus I've got my coaching classes...ooh-ooh and their tests too!! How very exciting right??? :(  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm packed for this year!! And I'd be back when I've sorted half of my life!! That means...I'd be back in full force by May...that is May 2010!! {You thought May '09...Oh I wish, it was so!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me I'd be back!!....So do remember me....cause I can't help but do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say goodbye...Cause it ain't the end!!! We'd meet soon(o.K. not soon...but still we'll meet again!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all to pieces!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Holi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-4254643663390087996?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/4254643663390087996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=4254643663390087996&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4254643663390087996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4254643663390087996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-step-of-sanyas.html' title='My first step of sanyas...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SbfDpCZRyGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oS8rSZCvW-k/s72-c/42-15858906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-749104021350770903</id><published>2009-02-27T12:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:52:43.276+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.M.Q.T.'/><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freemyspacelayouts.org/resources/997/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.freemyspacelayouts.org/resources/997/thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Forgive and forget", she cried. "When will you learn to forgive and forget??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have!! Believe me" he lied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep inside his heart he knew he could never forget what she did, so how'd he forgive??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She smiled back, feebly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adding another lie to the many they'd have to live with....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive and forget" are one of the many words tossed around everyday like "Live and Let Live"!! But is it that very easy to let go of your grudges??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the A.M.Q.T. question is "&lt;strong&gt;Can you forgive, if you cannot forget??&lt;/strong&gt;".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current track: Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-749104021350770903?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/749104021350770903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=749104021350770903&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/749104021350770903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/749104021350770903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgive-aand-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget!!!'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-6274869232847064112</id><published>2009-02-23T18:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:26:01.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.M.Q.T.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><title type='text'>Success Vs Moral Values!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SaFapShA8-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tzp8Y9odTE/s1600-h/42-20911424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621501410604002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SaFapShA8-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tzp8Y9odTE/s400/42-20911424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The judge hammered the gavel, the sound resonating throughout the tightly packed courtroom. Everyone felt silent. It seemed to Jake that the case was all but over. The judge's next few lines ended the case. It was a total washout for the defendant; the ruling withdrawing nearly all rights over the children, limiting his contact to a mere one hour in a fortnight. Looking at him Jacob did not feel a single pang of sympathy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The fool should have hired a better lawyer. As the judge adjourned the session, Jacob's client gave him a hug. Tears pouring out of her eyes, tears of gratitude.tears full of a million thanks for getting her children back to her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his seven years of practice Jacob had never lost a single case. As the most successful divorce lawyer in the country, moral issues were the last thing on his mind, but they often crept back in front whenever his eyes fell on the crestfallen and defeated defendant.A strange feeling of emptiness would ironically fill him up at the sight of his opponents in defeat. brought about,undoubtedly, by those moral conflicts. And these conflicts would keep him up all night after the case was closed. Images of crying parents would swirl in his sub conscience mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Morally questionable though the job is but to give it away would be utterly foolish. He had the life of his dreams. Big money was earned every day. Magazine interviews were published every week. Fame was gained every second. Who in his sound mind would give up all this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Next morning, his breakfast was brought to his bed, one of the luxuries he savored every day. Signaling the servant to switch o the T.V. and leave, he reached for the remote in the comfort of his comfy and a fortune-worth bed and switched to a news channel. It was airing a report about a suicide case. The dead man's body came into focus. Jacob froze midway in taking a sip of his Brazilian coffee He was staring into the now bloodless face of his defendant, hanging over his rusty bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SaFapSj0nJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3U9L68EJZeU/s1600-h/IS539-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621501422378130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SaFapSj0nJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3U9L68EJZeU/s400/IS539-023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone brightly over the new Ferrari he bought yesterday. He adored the car;plans for buying it extended over 3-4 months. The last case yesterday had finally financed the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock from the man's death lasted hardly for a day, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jacob looked at his car, it was a fine piece of machinery.And with another client having hired him already for yet another custody case, he got ready, put on his black robe and got into his car and inserted the keys. He revved up his car and left for the court. Yet another day, yet another case to win... Nothing mattered, except success!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, A.M.Q.T* question is, "If we want to be successful, do we have to loosen up our moral system(even a tinsy winsy bit should also be accounted for in the answer)??"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current track: We Cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*AMQT(Answer my question truthfully) is a new series of posts, I'm planning to start!! Wotsay??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-6274869232847064112?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/6274869232847064112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=6274869232847064112&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6274869232847064112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6274869232847064112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/02/success-vs-moral-values.html' title='Success Vs Moral Values!!'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SaFapShA8-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tzp8Y9odTE/s72-c/42-20911424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-886329039959615956</id><published>2009-02-18T19:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:19:07.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.M.Q.T.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><title type='text'>Is this love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SZwg-aTMJqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LWzgoVOAKlc/s1600-h/AX020787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SZwg-aTMJqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LWzgoVOAKlc/s400/AX020787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304150717719389858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shoot!!" Jake yelled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red sign flashing "DEAD END" was visible from a mile apart, even though it was raining cats and dogs!! He tried to make his mind up.."Left" he shouted but the shout was accompanied with the car screeching and drifting to the left!! The patrol car, with it's siren deafening the ears, tailed the dilapidated Volkswagen Beetle, coming close and closer every second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago...Jake had just pushed his way through the swirling door, entering "The Ritz". He did not stop to gaze, like every tourist there, to gaze at the eternally gorgeous dome above him or to admire the architectural excellence that the hotel was proud of!! He pushed the button waiting impatiently for the elevator. Within half a minute the elevator stood ajar in front of him. The revenge and passion in his eyes had blinded him so much so that he didn't even notice the 20-something guy crying his eyes out in the elevator. He came out and Jake stormed in.He pressed a button and "14" shone in bright red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how could that b*t*h have done this!! The ring he had bought a while ago at Tiffany's to propose Natalie was still in his coat's pocket. He had overheard Alexis. Natalie's friend gossiping about Natalie being a sl*t, cheating on Jake with another guy even though she knew that Jake would be proposing any minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The door gave way for Jake...I love her there was no denying that....but how could she do this to me!!&lt;/span&gt; He clutched his handgun tighter.. Opened the door with the spare key Natalie had given him when she moved in into the hotel while her house was being whitewashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??&lt;/span&gt;" Jake bellowed with the temper that had been boiling his heart!!.."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVED YOU AND..YOU..AND YOU..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Natalie crashed to the floor. Blood pouring from her chest...and the heart now dead still!! She didn't even get to tell Jake how so wrong she was!!..How much she loved her...that she had just broken up with Cory..and loved no one except him..Her mouth was shut forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SZwg-qdv0hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BQQfc7k58RQ/s1600-h/O-127-0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SZwg-qdv0hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BQQfc7k58RQ/s400/O-127-0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304150722058637842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siren was yelling into the cold, damp air *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt;* the patrol car hit Jake's... *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREECH&lt;/span&gt;*  And Jake's car smashed into the embankment and dived into the Hudson...The last thought on his mind was..If she could not be mine..she couldn't be anyone's!!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is very filmy but still, is this love?? You don't have to be morally right?? Just answer what you feel??? Be honest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current track:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crashed&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry&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/4971480318742849662-886329039959615956?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/886329039959615956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=886329039959615956&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/886329039959615956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/886329039959615956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-love.html' title='Is this love???'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SZwg-aTMJqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LWzgoVOAKlc/s72-c/AX020787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-5368459004113633406</id><published>2009-02-07T16:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.529+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Soul's Symphony..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SY1oIau2DEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_I5kwUQ6c_g/s1600-h/love_song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SY1oIau2DEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_I5kwUQ6c_g/s400/love_song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300006830308985922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that gives me warmth when I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;It sings to me 'bout my destiny, long foretold&lt;br /&gt;But still assures that the strings of my life, is I who hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is my symphony&lt;br /&gt;It sings 'bout the me in I and I in me&lt;br /&gt;My dreams, my plans, my identity&lt;br /&gt;And not 'bout something gloomy or filmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the melody when I breathe??&lt;br /&gt;It's in a language that you can't read.&lt;br /&gt;It helps me quench my greed...&lt;br /&gt;It talks 'bout all of me, my life, my creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing the song at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;when I am happy, when I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;And when I am sad, in devoice&lt;br /&gt;The song is me, it's my choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people sorry for being out of the radar for so long!! Life  is kinda hectic right now!! XIIth is knocking with full force, would be a while before I can breathe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you when I see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-5368459004113633406?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/5368459004113633406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=5368459004113633406&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/5368459004113633406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/5368459004113633406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-song-thats-inside-of-my-soul-its.html' title='Soul&apos;s Symphony..'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SY1oIau2DEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_I5kwUQ6c_g/s72-c/love_song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-565238417107643006</id><published>2009-01-27T13:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.530+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Twosome Transistion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people sorry for being mum for this long!! I thought do try something new this time!! Just for the heck of it!! So here is my first shot at 55 Fiction!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SX7APzbADtI/AAAAAAAAANw/6QE09izBJOE/s1600-h/42-21288357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SX7APzbADtI/AAAAAAAAANw/6QE09izBJOE/s400/42-21288357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295881589568310994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was always in sync with the crowd.Always followed the road commonly trodden!  But then he started listening to his carefree heart that only followed his soul and not his brain that followed trends!! His life had changed just by her presence and the love they shared!! Nothing else mattered but her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SX7AP8nq3oI/AAAAAAAAANo/suBdv66gmiw/s1600-h/42-16943552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SX7AP8nq3oI/AAAAAAAAANo/suBdv66gmiw/s400/42-16943552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295881592037367426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what say???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pro.corbis.com"&gt;Corbis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; oh and could you suggest a title, my mind could not come up with one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4971480318742849662-565238417107643006?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/565238417107643006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=565238417107643006&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/565238417107643006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/565238417107643006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed.html' title='The Twosome Transistion...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SX7APzbADtI/AAAAAAAAANw/6QE09izBJOE/s72-c/42-21288357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-5879841068185299813</id><published>2009-01-19T15:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.530+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Do Too...</title><content type='html'>Exams over at last!!!And I feel so awful for not writing anything on my blog....so another random stuff on your way!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SXRPu7s90lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qMxWVe7QHEs/s1600-h/42-19528275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SXRPu7s90lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qMxWVe7QHEs/s400/42-19528275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292943129786045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We looked into each other eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I felt my pulse rise..&lt;br /&gt;Was I dreaming or was it for real??&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, it was an outer body feel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black eyes were fixed on your hazel ones,&lt;br /&gt;And no doubt I fell for you at once..&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside me I felt a rush!!&lt;br /&gt;Is it true love or just another crush??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently heard my heart say 'adieu'&lt;br /&gt;But it was hard to speak when you,&lt;br /&gt;Were taking my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;But I still said 'Hey' anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you walked past me,&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I should just let it be..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt your warm arms holding mine,&lt;br /&gt;And everything stood still, so did time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few jet black curls fell on your face,&lt;br /&gt;And then time regained it pace..&lt;br /&gt;All that was till then a blur,&lt;br /&gt;Was now crystal clear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You at last said those 3 words,&lt;br /&gt;And I heard the most melodious songbirds..&lt;br /&gt;Smilingly and shyly you said 'I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;And I until then dumbstruck said 'I do too'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SXRPuQh7GdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e6GdmKRMWtk/s1600-h/42-18360073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SXRPuQh7GdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e6GdmKRMWtk/s400/42-18360073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292943118197004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;Is there any good movie out right now??...Seen none except Slumdog Millionaire...any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current track: Learning to breathe- Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pro.corbis.com"&gt;Corbis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-5879841068185299813?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/5879841068185299813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=5879841068185299813&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/5879841068185299813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/5879841068185299813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams-over-at-lastand-i-feel-so-awful.html' title='I Do Too...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SXRPu7s90lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qMxWVe7QHEs/s72-c/42-19528275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-3800101268522676775</id><published>2009-01-13T10:33:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free verse'/><title type='text'>Go back in time...</title><content type='html'>Hey friend,&lt;br /&gt;My exams are finally drawing to an end..just Chemistry left...that's on Thursday....and then there are those stupid practicals that no one studies for!!!!...Yay....So have very less time right now...I have to finish two very boring books of Chemistry in two days....Wish me luck....and hopefully you would be able to bear my another random creation..:P..Brace yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWwpYiMb8LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FGJmaqS7CgU/s1600-h/42-17758857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWwpYiMb8LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FGJmaqS7CgU/s400/42-17758857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290649163726057650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to go back in time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'getting high' meant 'on a swing'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'drinking' meant 'milk'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'rock' meant 'stones &amp;amp; pebbles'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'music' meant 'mom's lullaby'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'dad' was the only 'hero'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'love' meant that for 'chocolates and candies'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when your 'worst enemies' were your 'siblings'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when the 'highest place' was 'dad's shoulders'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'books' meant the ones 'grandma read before goodnight'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'bonding' meant a 'close relationship not ionic or covalent'...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'terror' meant 'Tom getting very close to eating Jerry'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'hurt' meant a 'li'l paper-cut'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'forever' meant 'forever'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'goodbye' meant 'till tomorrow'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time when 'carefree,fun and playful' meant 'me and my life'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers to Childhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWwoj3NUnZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nn5b4bLxHso/s1600-h/42-19074908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWwoj3NUnZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nn5b4bLxHso/s400/42-19074908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290648258833849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I take full blame for the line marked with '*'...it was due to my late night studying of 'Chemical Bonding'  :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Current track: All at Once-The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pro.corbis.com"&gt;Corbis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4971480318742849662-3800101268522676775?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/3800101268522676775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=3800101268522676775&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/3800101268522676775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/3800101268522676775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-back-in-time.html' title='Go back in time...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWwpYiMb8LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FGJmaqS7CgU/s72-c/42-17758857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-633059956601504160</id><published>2009-01-08T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>All I Need..</title><content type='html'>My exams have already started...and I am getting less and less time to attend to my blog...sorry if I am unable to read your blog...I'll try my best to catch up later!!..Tomorrow I've got English..so I am taking a breather right now...but be ready to get stupid, senseless random stuff from me the whole month...to present an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I heard about was people trying to loose themselves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always tried to find myself, who I really am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you could have heard of was war and terror,&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find a way to get back to peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all around me doors were shut on me,&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find my ray of hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all seemed like there was no one to help me,&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find faith,someone to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I got from everyone was despair,&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find to my path to happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all around me tried to push me down..&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find a hand to pull me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I got was hate..&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I end up with what I want...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all I'll ever need to get my wishes to come true&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWcMkwufifI/AAAAAAAAALc/05zJfFWgEK0/s1600-h/42-15200177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWcMkwufifI/AAAAAAAAALc/05zJfFWgEK0/s400/42-15200177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289210113064667634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current track: You-Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corbis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-633059956601504160?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/633059956601504160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=633059956601504160&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/633059956601504160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/633059956601504160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-need.html' title='All I Need..'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWcMkwufifI/AAAAAAAAALc/05zJfFWgEK0/s72-c/42-15200177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-2679444822481200283</id><published>2009-01-05T12:02:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:49:00.013+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends forever...</title><content type='html'>The day was like a blank page...nothing written,nothing planned...but it was longing to be filled....There was chaos in my head. Should I catch up on those novels I was dying to get my hands on or should I go watch a movie??..My undecided mind was still in turmoil when the phone rang. It was a while since I had seen Nick's number on my phone screen...The moment I heard his familiar voice everything rushed back to me!!..The time we had vowed to be best friends forever..no matter what happened..the infinite times we had saved each others back from being caught by our school staff when we had relentlessly broke those thousand school rules..But it had been years since we last talked!!...Expecting it to be an awkward and long call..it caught me by surprise that we caught up on each other like oil on fire...just like old times...We were laughing, making fun of each other, teasing each other, remembering our now-seemingly-stupid but the then-seemingly-valorous act....It was like we had traveled months back..when we were still best of friends... He asked me whether I had any plans for today...and I reflexively said 'NO' just like before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWHEfgWiIJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fGiAYF2V7qc/s1600-h/AX075715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWHEfgWiIJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fGiAYF2V7qc/s400/AX075715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723483049107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to meet up at Costa Coffee in an hour...it reminded me of those days when all our friends used to bunk school and rush to CC..It was our 'the most common haunt' in those days...It used to seem like we would have died if we all didn't meet up every alternate day!!..I was running late as always but when I reached CC...I was shocked...everyone was there Nick, Sid, Koel, Aditi, Mia..everyone..sitting on their usual seats laughing, smiling, sitting around that round table with just 'one cup of espresso' on it just like those old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us an hour or so  just to settle down..It never seemed like ages had passed when we had last seen each other except for some few things..like Sid's long and kinda boring stories of all those places he had traveled...Nick's new interest in the political front...Koel's list of new crushes...Aditi's list of new stores where she buys something everyday...and Mia...except that she had become more beautiful..she hadn't changed one bit!!...Time flew like it used to fly in those days...we went to all our previous haunts..the lounge...eating our fave ice creams in our fave parlor....It was extremely nostalgic!! We hadn't changed one bit!!The bond we shared then was just as uncanny as now!!It still seemed like it was just yesterday when we had last met...our friendship was still strong if not stronger....and then it struck me that we would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'friends forever'&lt;/span&gt;..no matter what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWHEyCTqPhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b9hSB2AK3vY/s1600-h/42-18750596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWHEyCTqPhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b9hSB2AK3vY/s400/42-18750596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723801401507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I would never want to lose....friends I would die for.....friends who were my life...and who would always be just the same for me no matter what happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my answer to Mia's question she asked me yesterday..'Where do I see all of us after years pass and our school years are over and we are no more close as we are now??'...Though I bailed on the question yesterday...but I am more than sure it would be something like this if not better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names changed o'course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imghp?client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current track: I'll be there for you-The Rembrandts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-2679444822481200283?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/2679444822481200283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=2679444822481200283&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2679444822481200283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2679444822481200283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-forever.html' title='Friends forever...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SWHEfgWiIJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fGiAYF2V7qc/s72-c/AX075715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-7396091692581568926</id><published>2009-01-01T13:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:31:10.693+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy '09...</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of '09...and with it it brings hope that this one would be better than it predecessor...we make resolutions...pointers, so that we can be a better person...Like many I've made loads of resolution and I've already broken a few, like my resolution to wake up early {woke up at 12.00pm..is that early? :P}...or the one where I had agreed not to read new story books a week before my exams..{Have already read The tales of Beetle the Bard...and...Bloodline...and my exam starts on 6th!! :( }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can cut myself slack on 1st Jan...had slept at 6.00am today...so I am still confident that I'd stick with my resolutions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and New Year always reminds me of this poem I had once stumbled upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/PicasaUserName/RcUNNIec8dI/AAAAAAAAACo/m0mfduO33yo/Newport+Beach+Sunrise,+California.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have wiped the slate clean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more reminders from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Memories of what I have been,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have vanished at long last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I look forward to my future new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where all is territory strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soon I will be among the few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That plans their life at long range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see my life laid out at my feet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;New friends shall rally at my call.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be the first I will greet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At this my welcoming ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soon all memories will depart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of a past left well behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get off to a new start, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the best of mankind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Don't remember the poet or the title of the poem...and am not even sure if these were the exact words...but the meaning behind it is surely the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I should also nominate people for the awards I got...this month..so here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Rockin Riter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52bNohHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6RNYvsck9sI/s1600-h/RockinRiter_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234038550955122" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52bNohHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6RNYvsck9sI/s400/RockinRiter_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ste&lt;/a&gt;..for this one..&lt;br /&gt;and the new owners are...&lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kreativ Blogger Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52kxAJlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wedScLO1Aps/s1600-h/09+Dec+08,+Tsw,+Kreativ+Blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234041115223634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52kxAJlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wedScLO1Aps/s400/09+Dec+08,+Tsw,+Kreativ+Blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt; for this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratz..&lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divkiran&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt; Shane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ste&lt;/a&gt; for getting it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comment create Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx8flCZhFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/F-b6O_q2iWU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236944586081362" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx8flCZhFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/F-b6O_q2iWU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt; for this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very deserving people are &lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://divdivvidivvu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divvu :( &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divkiran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt; and everyone who has ever commented on any of my posts...Thanks a lot for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Abstract Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52vWV2lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wjFSiG9V8vo/s1600-h/Abstract%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234043956189778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52vWV2lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wjFSiG9V8vo/s400/Abstract%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt;..for giving me this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pass it on to &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divkiran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-spirited Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52kzzVHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0FjVI0f4UgI/s1600-h/freespirit+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234041126966386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52kzzVHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0FjVI0f4UgI/s400/freespirit+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt; for this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new owners are &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://divdivvidivvu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divvu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt; Divkiran&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZtraordinary Blogger Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52UeOixI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UT81fATatsk/s1600-h/xxtraordinary+blogger+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234036741507858" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52UeOixI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UT81fATatsk/s400/xxtraordinary+blogger+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt;..again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the deserving people getiing this one are &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://divdivvidivvu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divvu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx8fc7WSKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tgWyfKJXlIY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236942409025698" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx8fc7WSKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tgWyfKJXlIY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meher&lt;/a&gt; thanks again squared for this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratz &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divkiran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ste&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://divdivvidivvu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Divvu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mylife-akshay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akshay&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Enjoy '09 and stop thinking bout the bygones..or fret about the future...enjoy the present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care...and Happy '09 to everyone..again!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4971480318742849662-7396091692581568926?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/7396091692581568926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=7396091692581568926&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/7396091692581568926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/7396091692581568926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-09.html' title='Happy &apos;09...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVx52bNohHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6RNYvsck9sI/s72-c/RockinRiter_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-2996884112306602657</id><published>2008-12-30T12:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:32:07.707+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year in Advance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVnUlFkBWrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3nFxEDGEHzA/s1600-h/42-16588510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVnUlFkBWrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3nFxEDGEHzA/s400/42-16588510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285489371309497010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the bells ring and all horns blow&lt;br /&gt;Will I be high or will I be low??&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the happy couples fondly kissing.&lt;br /&gt;      I wonder..will I be with you or will I be among the missing?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      Maybe it's much too early in the game&lt;br /&gt;      But I thought I'd ask you just the same&lt;br /&gt;      What are you doing this New Year's eve??&lt;br /&gt;Dancing all night, I believe..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight&lt;br /&gt;      When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night&lt;br /&gt;      Welcoming in the New Year..&lt;br /&gt;It won't be me..I fear!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      Maybe I'm crazy to suppose&lt;br /&gt;      I'd ever be the one you chose..&lt;br /&gt;      Out of a thousand present that night..&lt;br /&gt;You'll choose me as your knight..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      But in case I stand one little chance&lt;br /&gt;      Here comes the question in advance:&lt;br /&gt;      What are you doing this New Year??..&lt;br /&gt;If nothing then be mine forever..dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVnUlQF1bMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XGdgOUY4KcQ/s1600-h/Clift_NYE2003-Misha-MidnightKiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVnUlQF1bMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XGdgOUY4KcQ/s400/Clift_NYE2003-Misha-MidnightKiss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285489374135676098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is extremely stupid....but what the heck...It was just something random...and nothing came in my mind except these stupid li'l words...so have a laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is kinda over...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year in advance&lt;/span&gt;...Got a busy schedule..tomorrow and day after for very obvious reasons...But would try my best to come online to wish all my sweet e-buddies!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imghp?client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-2996884112306602657?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/2996884112306602657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=2996884112306602657&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2996884112306602657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2996884112306602657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-in-advance.html' title='Happy New Year in Advance...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVnUlFkBWrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3nFxEDGEHzA/s72-c/42-16588510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-2299935051420931190</id><published>2008-12-24T15:32:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:50.597+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Blog'/><title type='text'>Santa's Bag Just Opened ;)</title><content type='html'>Hey it is Christmas Eve already...and the festive cheer is filled upto the brink right now!!...But Christmas is incomplete without gifts right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without much ado..here are your gifts!![alphabetically :) ...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://divdivvidivvu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKjrnoFdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FbTrDJbO3NU/s1600-h/Divs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKjrnoFdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FbTrDJbO3NU/s400/Divs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296920979641810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://silentbeauty2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart 'n' Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKj_1vPSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J0whwJbu5So/s1600-h/Heart+%27n%27+Soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKj_1vPSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J0whwJbu5So/s400/Heart+%27n%27+Soul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296926407540002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKjyOPvfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/43SfMDeSDQI/s1600-h/Kartz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKjyOPvfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/43SfMDeSDQI/s400/Kartz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296922752237042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKkO94vkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KUeWJPzKvs0/s1600-h/Lena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKkO94vkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KUeWJPzKvs0/s400/Lena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296930468249154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKkR0E7rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XrWUO01OiO8/s1600-h/Meher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKkR0E7rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XrWUO01OiO8/s400/Meher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296931232411314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://waves-of-light.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILgfNWAzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zugNUCIk7Ec/s1600-h/Pheonix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILgfNWAzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zugNUCIk7Ec/s400/Pheonix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283297965620200242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILguZ2NNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1kkw-H9TvtQ/s1600-h/Shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILguZ2NNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1kkw-H9TvtQ/s400/Shane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283297969699173586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILgy2XwSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mDHJjuht_j4/s1600-h/Stephen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVILgy2XwSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mDHJjuht_j4/s400/Stephen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283297970892554530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everybody!!!....&lt;/span&gt;Hope you liked it!! :D..Cause there is "No exchange..No refund"..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imghp?client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;...for the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot..to gift one of the most talented...and the youngest Blogger...my bad!! :P..Sorry!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVJjp7AK2sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hIL3eKin-cU/s1600-h/Crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVJjp7AK2sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hIL3eKin-cU/s400/Crystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283394884723202754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-2299935051420931190?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/2299935051420931190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=2299935051420931190&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2299935051420931190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/2299935051420931190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-bag-just-opened.html' title='Santa&apos;s Bag Just Opened ;)'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SVIKjrnoFdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FbTrDJbO3NU/s72-c/Divs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-7866955607159165638</id><published>2008-12-16T18:46:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:49:00.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding oneself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><title type='text'>Shane..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though it has been a short while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've never had a friend like you...&lt;br /&gt;But soon you will be leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted you nonetheless,&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of confusion and much pain...&lt;br /&gt;So many questions I have.&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be so short??&lt;br /&gt;The time we have spent together...&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving so early..&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we would be friends forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say goodbye???&lt;br /&gt;No words, but just tears fall...&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna meet again??&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps here again; the world is small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of any friendship&lt;br /&gt;Is when it is time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;And even though I wish I can make you stay,&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta let you spread your wings and fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So follow your heart and never give up,&lt;br /&gt;As dreams and wishes do come true..&lt;br /&gt;For I hope that someday we'll meet again,&lt;br /&gt;But until then.....I WILL MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This poem is dedicated to my very first reader &lt;a href="http://ididitmahway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always inspired me and encouraged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't have to leave...but if solitude is what you want...then WE will not stop you...but if you ever want warm  friendship again...never hesitate to run back &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...and I really do hope that this isn't the last goodbye......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.Oh and this is your Christmas gift..I thought I would give it to you on Christmas eve..but what the heck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SUevdx2_cSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nR9JJ9Irebc/s1600-h/Shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SUevdx2_cSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nR9JJ9Irebc/s400/Shane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280382014250250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your blog will remain on my blog roll..cause I know your love for writing..and I hope I will get to read another masterpiece from you soon enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Image courtesy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imghp?client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;..For the background!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-7866955607159165638?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/7866955607159165638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=7866955607159165638&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/7866955607159165638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/7866955607159165638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/shane.html' title='Shane..'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SUevdx2_cSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nR9JJ9Irebc/s72-c/Shane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-4572589778250468446</id><published>2008-12-13T16:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:50.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.W.L.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FICTION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Raining Blood...</title><content type='html'>My entry to the Rain Drenched Lounge Contest in &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Writer's Longe&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SUOQrMlcWdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/teoX6QBun08/s1600-h/184_art_kerala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SUOQrMlcWdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/teoX6QBun08/s320/184_art_kerala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279222259995400658" 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%5CADMINI%7E1.AKS%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; 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	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="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The heavy downpour tried its level best to wash away the innumerable puddles of blood surrounding the girl...The girl was drenched in blood, crying her eyes out. Drops of blood fell from her eyes, but there was no one to grieve with her..He had promised to stay with her in sorrow and in joy forever!! But was forever just an hour long???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The blood soaked clothes stuck to her body. It made her feel cold, but it didn't even compare to how cold her soul was at that moment!! She hadn't done anything wrong, but why was she the one to suffer???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The rain was Gods way to soothe her, to wipe her tears. But the rain was no more as pleasant as it used to be to her...Whenever drops poured from the heaven, she was the first one to run out and dance in the streets with abandon...but now the same rain was hurting her. It felt like bullets falling on her tender, soft skin!! &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It was hard to imagine that the girl was having the time of her life just an hour ago. She was flying high. She was smiling. She had warm arms around her. She was on cloud 9….and she fell hard to the ground face down!!!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The engagement ring was still on her ring finger, but it somehow had lost its shine. The sparkling white diamond was now red!! The lifeless body of the boy was beside her. The boy’s face had the same blissful smile he had an hour ago, when he had asked her to marry him. He had the same handkerchief tucked in his pocket which he had used to wipe the happy tears that fell from her eyes an hour ago. But he was no more there to wipe the blood-like tears falling down her cheeks now…&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;They were holding hands. Reminiscing their happy past and planning for their long future ahead. It seemed like angels were smiling upon both of them….until the speeding metal-clad demon ran over the boy….spilling blood all over. The girl wished she had died along with him…At that moment, death seemed so much sensible to her than living without him!! The demon did not even stop to help her…the boy could have been saved...they could have had everything they were dreaming off…but now the thought seemed futile….he was dead…and so was her soul!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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%5CADMINI%7E1.AKS%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; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/1841167402_5069b4059e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow outside was meters deep..The fog was as dense as it could be...The whole world was sound asleep,except the young boy whose outline was making its way through the knee-deep snow..struggling..trying hard to move forward!!!As the fog cleared a little..the outline became more clear..the boy was somewhere between the age of 15-18yrs..and he was crying..sobbing like an infant..his eyes were all red and tear trails were distinctly visible...He drew his jacket upon his cold torso..and wrapped his own arms around his body..the longing for companionship,love,friends could be seen in his welled up eyes...the only companions he had were the birds..chirping wildly..flying from one place to another..not even looking at the child even once..busy in their own world...this made the boy cry even harder..it reminded him of his aimless life...his lonely aimless life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amarosia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/20080322-052snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.amarosia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/20080322-052snow.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he doing with his life???...Where were his so called friends??..His family???..Now the dogs were awake...and their howling made his life a bit more living!!..He felt a little warmth from their cold howls!!...And a sudden gust of cold wind..blew through his soul....he felt the chill more than ever...but this time he felt better...he wiped his tears with his sleeves and looked back to the house four miles behind him!!...The chimney had started blowing hot smoke into the open sky...and then the cogs in his mind started moving again..what was the boy doing running away from the people he loved...so what if they are not warm always..but they are his family...his friends...his life...how can he leave his life behind??....his cold friends are still warmer than the cold life without them....How can he leave his love behind??....What would she feel when she finds him no more in her life??...He ran back towards the smoky chimney...what had got into his mind??...how could he have thought of leaving his world behind??..somehow the run back home was way too warmer though the constant cold winds had made the surroundings lot more colder...his life was not aimless....everyone has a purpose in this globe...and he was not the type who would run away from his  responsibilities...He ran back to the main door...gave the knob a gentle turn...tiptoed up the stairs..changed his wet clothes...and hopped into his warm bed...and all the warm feelings were back in his heart...his heart pumped soothingly warm blood into his body...and he was sound asleep like everyone else...back in his world..his life....but now he had found himself...he knew who he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imghp?hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-1743447516780318034?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/1743447516780318034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=1743447516780318034&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/1743447516780318034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/1743447516780318034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/1841167402_5069b4059e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-366539415108391113</id><published>2008-12-09T19:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:13:05.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Expanding My Horizons...</title><content type='html'>The whole point of me joining the world of blogging was to expand my literary horizons..Have been reading amazing stuff here!!Made some amazing friends and my friends here say I am improving myself!!(I know you all are just being generous..But thanks a lot anyways..means a lot!!)..And this morning I came across &lt;a href="http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;'s first nonnet..and that kinda got to me!!So I thought to write one myself and going with the festive season...I thought this month it should all be be about winters,snow,Christmas,friends,presents(oh that reminds me thanks a lot &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; for my first award!!)and selfless love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first nonnet...bear with me..here goes nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/12981/50_2007/mistletoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 372px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/12981/50_2007/mistletoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's something you should know that is for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is round the corner;you can't ignore,&lt;br /&gt;But this Christmas must be something more,&lt;br /&gt;Than just climbing up every door,&lt;br /&gt;And placing there a mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;Put aside your ego,&lt;br /&gt;Befriend your foe,&lt;br /&gt;Be mellow,&lt;br /&gt;Fellow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abilitycorner.com/DisabPage/PlacesLove/HugKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.abilitycorner.com/DisabPage/PlacesLove/HugKids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it sounds stupid...but nonetheless I had fun writing it!!Hell lotta fun...and since it is the advent season..be excited for all the gifts you all are gonna get!!(Have started making some for my closest friends here!!)cause I surely am....and lets make this Christmas one we all remember forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.And for all those who still don't know what a nonnet is..then let me do the honors of telling you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Nonnet&lt;/b&gt; is a type of poem which has the following requirements:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has nine lines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first line has 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 syllables until the ninth line which has one syllable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And try writing one..it is amazing....you'd love the experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imghp?hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not calling this a nonnet...I screwed up a bit!!...umm...this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonnet&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the requirements are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has nine lines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first line has 9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;, the second 8 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;, the third 7 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; until the ninth line which has one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kartz&lt;/a&gt;...I stand corrected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4971480318742849662-366539415108391113?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/366539415108391113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=366539415108391113&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/366539415108391113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/366539415108391113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/whole-point-of-me-joining-world-of.html' title='Expanding My Horizons...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-9099359952598514413</id><published>2008-12-05T09:48:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:49:00.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>...The Trip I Didn't Take....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ironical to the the dull fall weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;there was this chirpiness surrounding me.I was loving my life.I had made myself a caring bunch of pals who taught me how to enjoy life, my parents were happy seeing me happy&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*so typical of them!! ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the autumn break was approaching and my brother too had some free days,my parents thought we ought to go out and have some fun!!But since my autumn break was not so long,they thought a place close by is apposite.Every one was all game for it, but at the very end moment my school called and said I would have to visit school during the break for some work in the editorial club if we had to meet the deadline!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*I wished I never joined the club!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a great deal of persuasion to convince my parent that they should go none the less!! They laid some ground rules..and left a ton of numbers for emergency sake!!The next morning my house was totally empty..everyone had left at the break of dawn..sticking ton of instructions on the fridge..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*so predictable of them*&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally in awe,I had the whole place to myself and that too for 4 whole days...should I rejoice or should I be intimidated???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I remember doing was calling all my friends and telling my mental dilemma!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*how naive of me!!*&lt;/span&gt;..and to nobody's surprise they all landed on my front door,ringing the bell hysterically!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I opened the door,the only thing visible to me was thousands of packets of snacks and million bottles of coke!!It took me a while to figure out their "noble" intentions!!And my thoughts were proved right when they howled PARTY!!PARTY!!PARTY!!..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*I was dead meat!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As the day grew older and the night came closer..I must have opened the front door a million times at the least!!Thousand faces,some known and most of them unknown walked through my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was on full volume and the people were dancing their guts out!!My house was totally dilapidated when the clock struck 11.00pm...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*Hey what did you expect 6 am??...we still wanna live at our homes..we are just 16!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them left early and by 10.30pm all the unknown faces had vanished back into the unknown dark!!My friends stayed the whole night and I confess I liked it that way,I didn't wanna stay alone at home all night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning,we woke up late and before the domestic help came we tried our level best to make the house appear cleanable or we were damn sure she would quit the job!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were not as happening!!None the less spending the break with my friends 24x7 was not what I had ever dreamt of!!We became more close friends,had tons of fun and lived every moment of the autumn break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents returned,the place was as clean as before.Every thing at its right place!!I was more than sure I could take a sigh of relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it turns out my neighbors are way too nosy!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*losers!!*&lt;/span&gt;The reported each and everything in full details to my mother and as a result I was grounded for the whole month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure I don't regret a single thing I did!!And I wouldn't wanna change my life for anything in the world!!I LOVE IT!!I LOVE MY FRIENDS!! I LOVE MY FAMILY!! I LOVE MY LIFE!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STj7xLLSnrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PJJ6EqvSjQs/s1600-h/DSC0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STj7xLLSnrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PJJ6EqvSjQs/s320/DSC0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276243785696845490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This ain't a pic of the party!! I wasn't into blogging by then!!Next time something happens I'll surely take a bunch of snaps!!  :P...Oh ya and *I ALSO LOVE BLOGGING!!..AND ALL THE PEOPLE IN BLOGSVILLE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-9099359952598514413?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/9099359952598514413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=9099359952598514413&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/9099359952598514413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/9099359952598514413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-i-didnt-take.html' title='...The Trip I Didn&apos;t Take....'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STj7xLLSnrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PJJ6EqvSjQs/s72-c/DSC0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-6727543112466150619</id><published>2008-12-04T16:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:06.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Back To The Start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STfAjRic1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/iqwJjBmC_VM/s1600-h/love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STfAjRic1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/iqwJjBmC_VM/s320/love3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275897200723678738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was sitting all alone,&lt;br /&gt;When you dropped by to get known..&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how lovely you are,&lt;br /&gt;There was something that kept you apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to carry my world upon my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;To keep people away kept my world colder..&lt;br /&gt;But I let you into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you became my own part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it the month of May,&lt;br /&gt;We were all alone on the bay..&lt;br /&gt;And there played your favorite song,&lt;br /&gt;The one on which we danced all night long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it the perfect weather,&lt;br /&gt;The twilight,the birds,the zephyr..&lt;br /&gt;We felt "love" more than ever,&lt;br /&gt;And we promised to stay together..forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breath was hot on my spine,&lt;br /&gt;We crossed that line..&lt;br /&gt;Just that one time,&lt;br /&gt;It felt like you were only mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were with me..I was free..&lt;br /&gt;You remember our name carved on our tree??&lt;br /&gt;Every one stared at us with envy,&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't mind..did we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;When you said you have to part your own way..&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did,&lt;br /&gt;Or was it the things I never say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it would be easy,&lt;br /&gt;It is such a shame that we are to part..&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever said it would be this hard,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God,take me back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came streaming down my face,&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone I couldn't replace..&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'll learn from my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it would be easy,&lt;br /&gt;It is such a shame that we are to part..&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever said it would be this hard,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God,take me back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STfBMBalI-I/AAAAAAAAADw/fSDfe_7bRL4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STfBMBalI-I/AAAAAAAAADw/fSDfe_7bRL4/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275897900770337762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-6727543112466150619?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/6727543112466150619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=6727543112466150619&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6727543112466150619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6727543112466150619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-satrt.html' title='Back To The Start...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/STfAjRic1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/iqwJjBmC_VM/s72-c/love3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-4016758679100426415</id><published>2008-11-24T22:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:49:00.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Girl Who Turned Out To Be Anything But...</title><content type='html'>It was my first day in my new school and I was just on the verge of a nervous breakdown!!The fact that I would have to wake up early again was nothing less than a mental stress of the utmost level!!And the fact that I would be a total stranger, knowing none and none knowing me, was not helping much either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already missed my old friends and I was awake all night thinking if changing my school was the  worst decision I have ever made in my life or is there something worse to come!!Don't get me wrong, I love making friends and I am kinda good at that but no one could replace my old buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I began my "big" day. I woke up late as usual and was racing against time to catch my bus but I missed it!!*Can you believe it my first day had started so perfectly, what more could I wish for??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother dropped me to my school, continuously nagging about me missing my buses or something, I could not pay much attention to her words,though I had full intentions of doing so :P !!.My brain had already started thinking about what holds in front of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking my mom for bearing with all the troubles, I entered the school and all the corridors was dead empty and silent still!!Shit I was late for my classes!!I rushed through 4 flight of stairs taking 2-3 steps at a time and then I crashed into a girl!!*Not now!!*Apologizing for like thousand times and calling myself clumsy for the umpteenth time I picked up her books and bid farewell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours were unusually quite normal!!I was blending in into my new life!!The teachers were good especially the English teacher..she was just like all my previous English teachers, sweet and understanding!!I don't know but I always kinda liked my English teachers!!Student teacher bond at its best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch break was when I thought I ought to check my new school out!! I checked out each and every club, deciding which one suited me the best!!And just as I was round the corner on my way to the cafeteria I crashed into the same girl again!!How weird could it get?? She couldn't stop laughing and said "We really have to stop meeting like this!!"."Couldn't agree more!!".The rest of the conversation was surprisingly very pleasant!! She, being an old student of the school, accompanied me in my rest of the tour, calling it her duty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends asked if she knew me and I said,"Yes we have bumped into each other a couple of times" and we both couldn't stop laughing!!I planned to miss my next few periods as I was having the time of my life!! We two talked a lot, and me crushing on her was inevitable!! She was the perfect girl!!!The next few hours flew as fast as possible!!It wasn't by the end of the day that I thought she was weirdly too perfect!!*I ain't that lucky!!*And as it turns out I was right, as the first day drew to an end she introduced me to her boyfriend!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I say that was the end of my perfect first day..missing buses,bunking classes and bumping into the perfect girl who turned out to be anything but!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ericmchicago.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 287px;" src="http://ericmchicago.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I love my life!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-4016758679100426415?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/4016758679100426415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=4016758679100426415&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4016758679100426415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/4016758679100426415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-girl-who-turned-out-to-be.html' title='The Perfect Girl Who Turned Out To Be Anything But...'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971480318742849662.post-6446455334646493509</id><published>2008-11-15T14:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:49:00.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><title type='text'>Life Beyond My Books!!</title><content type='html'>As exams approach and everyone around me bury their heads in their books..I cant help b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mclibrary.duke.edu/about/news/books1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.mclibrary.duke.edu/about/news/books1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut think is there life beyond these books!! I have no other option but to follow the mundane trend, waking up early in the morning..sitting on my uncomfortable chair..trying to force..every letter I read into my head..turning pages after pages..counting the number of pages left..and taking a sigh of relief after every chapter I end..before I start another chapter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my life is as dull as possible!!..The only ray of hope is that my exams would end soon..and I would catch up with my life!!..Be myself again..So please wait for 23rd November!!..This blog would be the most happening place after that!!..Till then let me finish what Newton..Maxwell..and many other geniuses..took their whole life to understand..in about a week!!..I know doesn't that make me more intelligent???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971480318742849662-6446455334646493509?l=akt-akshat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/feeds/6446455334646493509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971480318742849662&amp;postID=6446455334646493509&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6446455334646493509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971480318742849662/posts/default/6446455334646493509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akt-akshat.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-beyond.html' title='Life Beyond My Books!!'/><author><name>Akshat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpttjaY_Xvc/SR6vvsG8yZI/AAAAAAAAACg/rufFOiOreOY/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
