<?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-13276415</id><updated>2011-06-05T03:26:33.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah....Blah...Blah....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-115054717099579708</id><published>2006-06-17T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:11:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely lost in this MESS!!</title><content type='html'>Being the kind of girl who’s pleased when she’s right and the kind of girl who will always say “told you so” , but at this time I’m not pleased at all, cause I’m right about life being not able to give me back wat i want and my mind is telling my broken heart “I told you so”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to look back, cause i know what.. its not going to help me. Just accept the present and learn from the past so maybe in the future i wont want to look back anymore. I always ask from &lt;strong&gt;fate&lt;/strong&gt; where are you when I need you, where are you when I’m hurt.. &amp; where are you when I don’t need you, where are you when I’m finally happy without you, where are you when I think I’m over you… &lt;strong&gt;You’re right beside me asking for another chance… &lt;/strong&gt;but how can it work this way?? And as much I say I don’t like you this way, more i think about the way it could have been. All I wanna do is have some stability, and I’ve got a feeling I’m not the only one everything is finally working out for everyone, everyone is getting everything they want. i`m extremely happy for them because they all deserve it, but i can`t help but to wonder why it can`t happen to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mess? This isn't a mess. It's my way of looking at organization called LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to see if i am perfect, n thought of changing my name to nobody... I dont lie, I just sometimes forget to tell some tiny little details…We live in a world where time means everything, but no one has got any. Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in this life are too much fun to only have ones in some cases.. Unbelievable pleasure… Life is like glass. It is better to leave it broken than to hurt yourself trying to piece it back together. There are things you don't want to happen, but you gotta accept .. there are things that you don't want to know, but you have to learn .. and there are people you can't live without, but you have to let go. Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It's means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to run away to see what will follow you. Never try to hold on to something that is no longer there, it will just hurt you even more. It’s not a matter of forgiveness, it’s a matter of changing, something that you just can’t seem to do … Don’t make someone a priority who only makes you an option.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the fear of losing everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always close your eyes to the things you don't wanna see...but you can't close your heart to the things you don't wanna feel. I've got a mind boggling, sense numbing, heart pounding, stomach flipping, take my breath away, head over heels, knee slapping, daydreaming, butterfly fluttering now when i am talking &lt;strong&gt;of Fate of Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no matter how many coins you throw in a fountain, or the number of fingers you cross, if it's not meant to be, it won't happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are easier when we walk away and act normal as far as normal is normal… Let the pain flow trough your heart and let the truth be told… Everything cost something, some things cost everything. It's not about keeping your promises, it's about following your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple things mean the most. When you think everything is good, the good decides to go. Being diseved is like being cut, the pain hurts, and even after you've forgotten it and maybe even forgiven, theres still the scar to remind you it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, You make a right, When later you realize You should have made a left. ...And by the time you realize You should have made a left, It’s too late... You’re lost. This isn't a perfect world - people do get 'hurt', you 'smile' when you feel like 'crying', you act like you're "okay" when you're falling apart, you let go and move on because there is NOTHING else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard, like when you fall in love with someone but they forget to love you back, like when your best friend or your boyfriend leave you alone, like when you pull the trigger or light the flame,&amp;amp; you can't take it back. Like I said, in sports, they call this stepping up. In life, I call it pushing back .&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life aren't actually things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-115054717099579708?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/115054717099579708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=115054717099579708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/115054717099579708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/115054717099579708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2006/06/completely-lost-in-this-mess.html' title='Completely lost in this MESS!!'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-114995795938057309</id><published>2006-06-10T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:33:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable Mood!!</title><content type='html'>Why i have to become happy and frustrated and pissed off all at the same time??? I'm sick of the situations where i  can't make up my mind. I want to be released from the presures of ....&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. I keep thinking I need something in my life , but the truth is I don't. I need to do something to get my life in order and just not give a shit about people around me anymore. All they do is bug your head and your life and screw up your plans. I'm gonna start making plans with me in mind. I'm gonna do what's good for me and if someone wants to join in along the way then great, but I will know that the choices I'm making are for me and are my ideas. I feel right now like i'm going crazy. Maybe I just need to shut myself off from the crazys that surround me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could figure my life out. Everytime I think I understand what's going on...Something twists or turns it. Something makes it become soemthing else. Then I feel like I'm back to square one again. I just want to find where I belong... my place in this world... what God has in store for me. I feel like he keeps giving me twists and turns and I just want to tell him i can't take it anymore. I want to scream in frustration!!!Jesus I'm sick of this indescribable mood of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-114995795938057309?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/114995795938057309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=114995795938057309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114995795938057309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114995795938057309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2006/06/indescribable-mood.html' title='Indescribable Mood!!'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-114933665945075402</id><published>2006-06-03T05:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:00:29.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl N Grown Women!!</title><content type='html'>Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to&lt;br /&gt;call and make plans.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls want to control the man in their life.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need&lt;br /&gt;controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls check you for not calling them.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are afraid to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women revel in it-- using it as a time for personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls ignore the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women ignore the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls make you come.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women make you come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e, don't want him&lt;br /&gt;hanging with his friends).&lt;br /&gt;Grown women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the ''together time even more special -- and goes to kick it with her own friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls think a guy crying is weak.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that that was just one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls fall in love,chase aimlessly after the object of their affection,&lt;br /&gt;ignoring all signs'.&lt;br /&gt;Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't&lt;br /&gt;always love you back-- and move on, without bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something i read n I freaking LOVED it!! It's soooo true too!! I will admit it though currently am between the Girl and Grown Women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-114933665945075402?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/114933665945075402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=114933665945075402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114933665945075402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114933665945075402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-n-grown-women.html' title='Girl N Grown Women!!'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-114777517330227219</id><published>2006-05-16T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:26:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you too?</title><content type='html'>Received this quote as a sms on my cell and thought to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one!'"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        -- C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly  like the point in Art of Living last day session but still remembered when we are asked to share our life our struggles, frustrations, or vulnerabilities with the conversation partners. Inevitably, the people are paralyzed at first, fearing that their conversation partners will think less of them. But after you start sharing, can't get to stop talking because everyone has had similar experiences or know people who have and they start offering advice, contacts, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so strange i thought when i read that but then later on thinking of it i can recall a couple of names in my life were we started our friendship with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-114777517330227219?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/114777517330227219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=114777517330227219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114777517330227219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114777517330227219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-you-too.html' title='What you too?'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-114492161944070975</id><published>2006-04-13T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T02:51:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i becoming a HOARDER???</title><content type='html'>I always believed I’ll never be content with what I have, but will be happy with who I am. My worth is not equal to my bank balance nor does my home, my car and my clothes are, at best, a reflection of who I am. And there is something more to me than my possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently dont know how n why a twist of events have brought me to a time when i have started believing the more money u have, the happier u'd be. But again this proved untrue. I never had enough. And the more I had, the more I was afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to live with an open hand is admittedly not an easy task.Its a lifelong process. At the end, if you want a nest egg, saving money makes sense; giving it away does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jesus am I becoming a Hoarder?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-114492161944070975?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/114492161944070975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=114492161944070975&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114492161944070975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/114492161944070975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-becoming-hoarder_13.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Am i becoming a HOARDER???&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-113142855189858136</id><published>2005-11-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:46:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids who need u...</title><content type='html'>Every single day, 30,000 children are dying as a result of extreme poverty. I think we have the resources, knowledge and opportunity to end this shameful situation.There are children who come to this world but their arms are stretched in search of a MOTHER and FATHER's love. Lets open our heart for such children. Lets have prayer for such children. I know its difficult to become a father or mother by having such a children in our lap, but we can atleast help such a child by sponsering him for his or her requirements. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/_announcement01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-113142855189858136?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/113142855189858136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=113142855189858136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/113142855189858136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/113142855189858136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/11/kids-who-need-u.html' title='Kids who need u...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-112663220689253280</id><published>2005-09-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:37:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>Blogging…well when I started with this I thought I would be able to spend an hour everyday here. It really seemed that easy. Now when I look back at the last post I made thing really don’t seem so easy. Jesus I wonder how do so many folks manage to blog so regularly? I don’t miss out reading blogs but ya when I start to type a post I generally receive some mail or an old buddy joins in for a chat and that’s the end of my blah blah blah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-112663220689253280?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/112663220689253280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=112663220689253280&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112663220689253280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112663220689253280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-112085303682799626</id><published>2005-07-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:20:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Tag!!</title><content type='html'>Hey this time tagged by Srini. Well I'm very much a music person. Always want to have some music around. But never thought i would ever list down the songs i listen to n believe it was so difficult to cut down the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last album I bought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…difficult to remember but I tink it was&lt;br /&gt;Morning Mantras by Sadhana Sargam n Ravindra Sathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next album(s) I want to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhushala though I have the one in Manna Dey’s voice, still wanna buy the one by Amitabh Bachhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last song I downloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...long time i think it was the Zeher song "lamhe dj mix"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last song I heard before this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Sang To Me - Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All time favorite bands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All time favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumko dekha to yeh khayal aya - Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;Chitthi na koi sandesh - Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;Hothon se chu lo tum - Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;Mein Aur Meri Awargi - Kishor Kumar&lt;br /&gt;Woh Sham Kuch Ajeeb - Kishor Kumar&lt;br /&gt;Kya yahin pyar hai - Rocky&lt;br /&gt;Yeh naina yeh kajal - Kishor Kumar&lt;br /&gt;Ishq Hota Nahin - Jogger's Park&lt;br /&gt;Mann ki lagan - Paap&lt;br /&gt;Lots more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be around - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence - Enigma&lt;br /&gt;(Everything I Do) I Do It For You - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Luv For U - Glenn Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I Love You - Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Strange Foreign Beauty - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;25 Minutes - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Love Will Never Lie - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Thats Why You Go Away - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Someday – MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Child - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my Heart - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to Lose - MLTR&lt;br /&gt;One And One - Robert Miles&lt;br /&gt;When you say nothing at all - Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;I Will Be There For You - Jessica Andrews&lt;br /&gt;Until I Find You Again - Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be There For You - Rembrandts&lt;br /&gt;Miss you like crazy - Natalie Cole&lt;br /&gt;To be with you - Mr.Big&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there - Micheal Jackson&lt;br /&gt;How Am I Supposed To Live Without You - Michael Bolton&lt;br /&gt;All You Need Is Love - Lynden David Hall&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to want me - Lobo&lt;br /&gt;Hello - Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;Just Cant Get You Off My Mind - Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;Turn Me On (Remix) - Kevin Little&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with Love is - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you – justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Remember Me This Way - Jordan Hill&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Same - Joey McIntyre&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful tonight - Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep us alive - Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Hotel California – Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Two Steps Behind - Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;I Just Died In Your Arms - Cutting Crew&lt;br /&gt;The lady in red - Chris de Burgh&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found someone - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;Summer Of - Bryan adams&lt;br /&gt;The day we find Love - 911&lt;br /&gt;Because Of You - 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;N...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All time favorite lead singers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;Kishor Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All time favorite lead guitarists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Songs(mp3s) I have on my office comp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i listen to online music so never looked out for songs on office comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total songs(mp3s) I have on my home comp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3500 might be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Total Music CDs I've burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8 or 9 don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who have to take this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading this and who r music lovers, pls do let me know about your choices&lt;br /&gt;might get some good music added to my playlist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-112085303682799626?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/112085303682799626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=112085303682799626&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112085303682799626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112085303682799626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/07/music-tag_08.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Music Tag!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-112084805296865145</id><published>2005-07-08T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:43:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm…the first Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;So time to let people know me. Ok…&lt;br /&gt;N the credit for my first tag goes to Naren. N here I go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names You Go By:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deepa&lt;br /&gt;Dips&lt;br /&gt;Dippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Screen Names You Have Had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fightfriendsfight&lt;br /&gt;The lost one&lt;br /&gt;Dips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Side of the face below the left eye,&lt;br /&gt;Side of the face below the right eye,&lt;br /&gt;Ok… my Cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Physical Things You Don't Like About Yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;My hair (though long have bad texture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Parts Of Your Heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nagpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characteristic heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Impatient&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Things That Scare You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Destiny&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit Chattin&lt;br /&gt;Hence A good listner&lt;br /&gt;A good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cream color 3/4ths&lt;br /&gt;Blue t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Things You Want In A Relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the three R’s&lt;br /&gt;Respect for self;&lt;br /&gt;Respect for others;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex That Appeal To You:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile...it's all about the smile&lt;br /&gt;Good ears has to be a gd listener&lt;br /&gt;Tall...taller than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on good music&lt;br /&gt;Switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Egypt&lt;br /&gt;African Jungles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Kids Name You Like:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjum&lt;br /&gt;Revati&lt;br /&gt;Urvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well the only thing I wanna do is take up responsibility of those kids who for some reason have a very short life n their parents have given up their responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three People Who Have To Take The Quiz Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading this and are interested, can freely do it!&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/13276415-112084805296865145?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/112084805296865145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=112084805296865145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112084805296865145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/112084805296865145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmmthe-first-tag.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm…the first Tag!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111930053414138564</id><published>2005-06-20T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:48:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When God Created Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A story worth reading... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping."&lt;br /&gt;And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"&lt;br /&gt;And when God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy.&lt;br /&gt;And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do you know what you’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, "I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day…yet small enough to cup a child’s face."&lt;br /&gt;Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;The angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."&lt;br /&gt;God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That’s not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?"&lt;br /&gt;And God smiled and said, "They’ll work. You’ll see. They’ll support a small child who wants to "ride a horse to Banbury Cross" or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."&lt;br /&gt;God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remains calm and tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Erma Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111930053414138564?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111930053414138564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111930053414138564&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111930053414138564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111930053414138564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-god-created-fathers.html' title='When God Created Fathers'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111929985704262291</id><published>2005-06-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:19:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST MALE – FEMALE RELATIONSHIP…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... 3rd Sunday of this month celebrated as fathers day. Earlier having a day to celebrate a relationship was like an attention grabber to me . Today when me n dad for some reason dont get that quality time to spend with eachother i thought let me take this day as an opportunity to tell how special he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one with whom I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my first male-female relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well he was the one who showed me my first reflection as a female. Many things were learned and taught to me through him. I could relax, feel affectionate and safe with certain males around me and the first one to make me feel this was again none other than my dad. As a child if i start writtin about him it will be an unending post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But today when my parents want me to get admission in the institute called MARRIAGE, my dad again though indirectly has taught me what kind of relationships are healthy, what to look for in a partner, and what to expect of men in relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother and father have equally contributed to my development . But somewhere my relationship with dad was more influential. He has helped me a lot in my intellectual and psychosomatic development. My relationship with him has always defined my interpersonal relations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There r lots of blogs where i have been reading ablout women gurlz but dont remember anywhere reading about men so here i would confess that a man in the role of a father is a tremendous gift in a girl's or should say a woman's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111929985704262291?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111929985704262291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111929985704262291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111929985704262291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111929985704262291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-first-male-female-relationship.html' title='MY FIRST MALE – FEMALE RELATIONSHIP…'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111895475093699090</id><published>2005-06-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:58:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Cry ?</title><content type='html'>Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm a woman," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said.&lt;br /&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"And you never will, but that's O.K.".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father,&lt;br /&gt;"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man,&lt;br /&gt;still wondering why women cry.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to&lt;br /&gt;him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD answered......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I made woman,&lt;br /&gt;I decided she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to carry&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the world; yet,&lt;br /&gt;made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth&lt;br /&gt;and the rejection that many times will come&lt;br /&gt;even from her own children.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going&lt;br /&gt;and take care of her family and friends, even when&lt;br /&gt;everyone else gives up; through sickness and&lt;br /&gt;fatigue without complaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all&lt;br /&gt;circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the very special power to make a child's&lt;br /&gt;boo-boo feel better and&lt;br /&gt;to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults&lt;br /&gt;and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband&lt;br /&gt;never hurts his wife, but&lt;br /&gt;sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand&lt;br /&gt;beside him unfalteringly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of this hard work,&lt;br /&gt;I also gave her a tear to shed.&lt;br /&gt;It is hers to use whenever needed and&lt;br /&gt;it is her only weakness....&lt;br /&gt;When you see her cry,&lt;br /&gt;tell her how much you love her, and all she does for&lt;br /&gt;everyone, and even though&lt;br /&gt;she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is Special!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey this goes with a toast for all the women around. And ya you all men around do understand about what a wonderful thing a woman is.&lt;br /&gt;Love her, Respect her, and Keep her smiling becos women need not always keep their mouths shut and their wombs open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111895475093699090?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111895475093699090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111895475093699090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111895475093699090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111895475093699090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-women-cry_16.html' title='Why Women Cry ?'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111893418475740976</id><published>2005-06-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T08:03:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of Innocence...</title><content type='html'>Sometime in the last week while chatting to an old school pal for some reason he told me let people accept u the way u r. That time I thought hmmm this all sounds good to hear but how many around me follow it. Not always but number of times we have to think of the reactions to our actions and have to end up doing something which we never wanted to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today afternoon was listening to “Return of Innocence” n the song always takes me back to my childhood days, full of transparency, when was least bothered about who said what to whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today after listening to the lines…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought are we going wrong somewhere I mean is it not right to say that  for past few birthdays we have not celebrated getting older but have celebrated the change of innocence to ambiguity within us. I wish these beautiful lines will help me to at least get some part of transparency I had in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111893418475740976?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111893418475740976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111893418475740976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111893418475740976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111893418475740976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/return-of-innocence.html' title='Return of Innocence...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111890720874730939</id><published>2005-06-16T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:33:28.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quandary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To laugh is to risk appearing a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To weep is to risk appearing sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for another is to risk involvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To expose feeling is to risk rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To place your dreams before the crowd is to &lt;br /&gt;risk ridicule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is &lt;br /&gt;to risk failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard &lt;br /&gt;in life is to risk nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, &lt;br /&gt;is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, &lt;br /&gt;feel, change, grow or love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a person who takes risks is FREE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author unknown &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111890720874730939?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111890720874730939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111890720874730939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111890720874730939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111890720874730939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/quandary.html' title='The Quandary...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111797102714929149</id><published>2005-06-10T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:33:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scary Wedding Galore...</title><content type='html'>A Photo (of friends) sits in the hands of my teddy next to the bed. When the day gets long and start getting lost, I take a moment and look at it. It not only reminds me of how important I am for people around me but also the good times we have shared and the support that their friendship still gives me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though our lives have gone in different directions, some have moved away, some attending college or establishing their own lives alone or with their spouse... I think the bond we created has kept us close till date. Rare is the week that I don’t get a message on my cell from one of them “coffee at Radhika” or a beautiful friendship quote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey what’s happening on this earth seems the time is too lucky for weddings, or is it just something in the air? For last two yrs I have attended the bridal showers for almost a dozen of friends. Last week I attended one more. Life's about changing. Nothing ever stays the same. But this time it gave me the 'weird' feeling of losing good people around. Kind of shocking it's hard to believe, but just a few more years and these guys are going to be &lt;strong&gt;EMPTY-NESTERS&lt;/strong&gt; with kids in college. Man that really fries my brain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My friends always carried me through a lot of difficult experiences, and have enriched the good ones. It is the kind of friendship that outlasts disagreements, changes, and separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDDING GALORE &lt;/strong&gt;– the new phase of life, will not break our SACRED BOND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111797102714929149?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111797102714929149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111797102714929149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111797102714929149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111797102714929149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/06/scary-wedding-galore.html' title='The Scary Wedding Galore...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111756482753179509</id><published>2005-04-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:19:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at an altitude of 1372 mts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A close friend getting married in May. All of us very happy for her but same time emotional, sentimental, etc. etc. We girls decided to spend some quality time with her; hmmm actually we also wanted a change from our daily drudgery of life.&lt;br /&gt;The day decided to njoy the SPINSTER status was 26th march’05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/fe7b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of us packed our bags and took a state transport bus early morning. Within 3 hrs. the beauties were at the “Queen” of Maharashtra’s hill stations – Mahabaleshwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/15cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is favorite of both puneites and mumbaites. Also being holi on the same day it was too crowded infact all the hotels and resorts were full and a few which were not were too expensive. Finally after an hour-n-half we managed to get a place which suited our pockets also. After dumping our stuff and a heavy meal we booked a local taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/180c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the serpentine rides through the thick verdure we explored n number of valley viewpoints scattered around. There was one called monkey point and it’s said that you can see three monkeys on some hill around. We were struggling to c those but I wonder why when i already had 3 around me rt. from pune. Heehaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/16eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual experience for the day was the visit to the Panchganga temple where it is believed that water from five holy rivers comes out. The Bombay point also called the sunset point, a huge open space with a bandstand, was the most beautiful sight. I can never in my life forget the majestic view of the various shapes and shades of sunset I saw there. This was the time when I said to myself, Dee... every yr. atleast once u should come here to be with these beautiful shades… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By evening we returned to our room. After a wash and relaxing for a while the DEDICATED BARGAIN HUNTERS decided to go to the market place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/4867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not really interested much so thought of draining my mobile battery and started to talk nineteen to the dozen till the time we went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm after sauntering through those dusty paths finally time came to give rest to my holy feet...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111756482753179509?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111756482753179509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111756482753179509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111756482753179509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111756482753179509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-at-altitude-of-1372-mts.html' title='A day at an altitude of 1372 mts.'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276415.post-111745576808577769</id><published>2005-02-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T03:52:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A step ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My frendz say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes BLAH....BLAH......BLAH......BLAH......!!!&lt;br /&gt;the most talkative person they've ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... i thought dee... if u r so good at talking check out how good u r at typing i mean writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading lots of bloggers i thought lets give a try from here only i think even writing is a great way of communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13276415-111745576808577769?l=dipsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/feeds/111745576808577769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13276415&amp;postID=111745576808577769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111745576808577769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13276415/posts/default/111745576808577769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsat.blogspot.com/2005/02/step-ahead.html' title='A step ahead...'/><author><name>the lost one...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06480249933540036188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/fightfriendsfight/6copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
