<?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-8443333</id><updated>2012-01-17T13:25:08.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Den</title><subtitle type='html'>I am dreaming...I am dreaming....hmm... should i stop as this is life ...n life is reality.....hmm...no but i can dream coz this is life...n life is a dream for me...you never know when it ends and you get out ....:) yeah i am one of those complex creatures of the planet...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-8343308395742985664</id><published>2009-05-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:04:14.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>All my posts can now be accessed from &lt;a href="http://www.deesanzone.com/"&gt;www.deesanzone.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-8343308395742985664?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/8343308395742985664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=8343308395742985664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/8343308395742985664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/8343308395742985664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-6947078832573473802</id><published>2007-02-14T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:03:20.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My word!!!...</title><content type='html'>Pretty and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the word pretty land so easily on our tongues while the word beautiful weighs heavily when we have to use it.&lt;br /&gt;When we say beautiful we actually mean it...and the word pretty can be used in a very off handed way too....or maybe its because the word pretty can be used in various ways like - This is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the word beautiful is more captivating.&lt;br /&gt;Some feel that pretty is the word used when something is good looking while young and the word beautiful is used when you mean it for ever.&lt;br /&gt;The usage is Intriguing though nowadays many use both the words being unaware of the differences....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-6947078832573473802?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/6947078832573473802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=6947078832573473802&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/6947078832573473802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/6947078832573473802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-word.html' title='My word!!!...'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-115349221081273696</id><published>2006-07-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:07:31.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to lose a cell phone</title><content type='html'>*clap*   *clap*  *clap*&lt;br /&gt;Applause for Divya the great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to lose my fourth cellphone.Amidst all the grief i am updating the blog...Now Now let the great one begin the session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who do you think is most likely to get your cell phone???...think...think...think hard.....&lt;br /&gt;The auto wallahs - i betcha these are the people who have got most of the lost cellphones....( If you dont believe it herez a fact - They have got 2 of my cellphones and i really dont know how many more they might get)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where do you think you will lose your cellphone....hmm anywhere just anywhere....believe me they can be lost anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Buses - No need of any pick pockets....just get into a crowded bus ...try to take out the change and bingo you might drop your cell phone and you wont find it again.&lt;br /&gt;Theatres - just go watch a nice movie ....after watching the last emotional scene ...you are so taken in by the movie and the urge to get fresh air that you forget your mobile&lt;br /&gt;Roads - Now.....this is the best one..&lt;br /&gt;You just need to get back from shopping with loads of bags and you wont see your cell phone drop...&lt;br /&gt;i even dropped a cellphone on the road and walked for 100 metres coolly before realizing that i have managed to do it again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of the Car - just have the cellphone on your lap(esp for ladies as its difficult for guys)....and after an hour journey just get out with relief ....your cellphone falls and if you dont hear it fall then its GOODBYE  to the dearest mobile piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best part is the aftermath .... you know that you have lost your cell phone but still still you have that last hope left in you that somehow you will get your cell phone back...that a nice samaritan will come back with that dearest cell phone of yours.....or somebody will call you and ask you to pick up your cellphone from them...or that the thief might be caught red-handed somehow....You get all nostalgic about that rectangular piece which used to help you connect with the rest of the world....you feel something missing all the time.....&lt;br /&gt;all these happen till you get your new cellphone.....another month with the new arrival and you are BACK TO NORMAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-115349221081273696?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/115349221081273696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=115349221081273696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/115349221081273696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/115349221081273696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-not-to-lose-cell-phone.html' title='How not to lose a cell phone'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-115349206378144507</id><published>2006-07-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:27:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the HEDGE</title><content type='html'>A must watch for all!!!&lt;br /&gt;This movie provided such great entertainment that i ended up watching it twice in theatre!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is about this Racoon called RJ who is wily and cunning.In order to save his skin  he uses a set of innocent forest animals to do his job without them knowing about it. It also shows various characters like the tortoise(verne) who believes in the conventional ways of the wild and the rest of his family who fall for RJ's trap.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite character in the movie was Hammy with big emotional eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;You will fall for the porcupine family and also stella(skunk) for her catty replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome entertainment....watch maadi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-115349206378144507?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/115349206378144507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=115349206378144507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bad....its fine to watch it once....It dint capture my imagination much as titanic was being played at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;As usual i loafed around my place in the evening....went to CCD...i mean cafe coffee day..as usual i stuck to my capuccino and landed in a corner amidst the usual CDC (coffee day crowd) which comprises of these people who haf just stumbled on to their early teens and wear an attitude which is #$#$#$@#$%^&amp;*() and preposterous.&lt;br /&gt;This time it got more ugly what with two guys landing their fists on each other and the police was called in to get the situation into control.I got back home thinking ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was Home made masala Dosa + Gangster...not a great combi....but the dosa was worth it...Gangster was not bad .....liked shiney ahuja amongst the actors and the story though dark was a welcome change from the usual hindi churn outs...The songs in that movie are way toooo good esp tu hi meri shab hai.......amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided to catch OMEN in PVR as i always feel that horror movies must be watched only in theatres.I must say OMEN was a good movie.or maybe i am one of the few who likes to get get scared once in a while .I literally dint breathe thru some of the scenes.I enjoyed the movie totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home ...had dinner ....and slept in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-115140579497956643?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/115140579497956643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=115140579497956643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/115140579497956643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/115140579497956643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2006/06/mov-ies.html' title='Mov-ies'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-114926486025203831</id><published>2006-06-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:42:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herbs and spices!!</title><content type='html'>Of late i have been obssessed with food...hmm on second thoughts its not food its restaurants...as i have always been obsessed with gud food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend i landed up at zis lovely place called herbs n spices near itpl...hmmm awesum ambience...gr8 food(dont smirk...really gud veg food)...had a great time....great company...wanna go back again..esp for the tiramisu.............neways a great place for a candle lite dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud Food rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zis week i lapped up vir sanghvi's "Rude food"...it was a gud read though 90% of it was abt non-veg food...hmm...the matter went over the hair coz of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-114926486025203831?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/114926486025203831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=114926486025203831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/114926486025203831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/114926486025203831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2006/06/herbs-and-spices.html' title='Herbs and spices!!'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-113940642677349529</id><published>2006-02-08T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:47:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KING KING KONG KONG</title><content type='html'>:D mez back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING KONG :) .....now dont make a face..coz i seriously liked the ape..and almost fell in love with &lt;br /&gt;it...:-D.I was accompanied by a good looking couple....who i failed to notice much during the movie coz of the ape...but guess they were busy in their own worlds.....n me busy with the ape...i mean with the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie had a good effect on me.I got all emotional again.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though i understood Jane goodall's feelings for the ape family...:))...esp while watching its antics in the jungle..The tribals were terrifying...but tolerable....hmm...cliched ending but what the hell i liked the ape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therez something about apes n snakes now...hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-113940642677349529?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/113940642677349529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=113940642677349529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/113940642677349529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/113940642677349529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2006/02/king-king-kong-kong.html' title='KING KING KONG KONG'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-112798901537484212</id><published>2005-09-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:16:55.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Platonic"</title><content type='html'>I am really intrigued with this word as to what plato had got to do with this particular word. google dint help me much in finding the relation to plato...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plato did not invent the term or the concept that bears his name, but he did see sexual desire as the germ for higher loves. Marsilio Ficino, a Renaissance follower of Plato, used the terms amor socraticus and amor platonicus interchangeably for a love between two humans that was preparatory for the love of God. From Ficino's usage, Platonic  came to be used for a spiritual love between persons of opposite sexes. In our own century Platonic has been used of relationships between members of the same sex. Though the concept is an elevated one, the term has perhaps more often been applied in ways that led Samuel Richardson to have one of his characters in Pamela say, “I am convinced, and always was, that Platonic love is Platonic nonsense.” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th elast senetence is interesting though..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-112798901537484212?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/112798901537484212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=112798901537484212&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112798901537484212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112798901537484212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/09/platonic.html' title='&quot;Platonic&quot;'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-112711796966825055</id><published>2005-09-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:19:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>casablanca</title><content type='html'>I had such an amazing time yesterday.At 9:00 in the nite i was there walking down the streets of defence colony with my iriver plugged into my ears. A cold breeze was blowing down and there was the moon in its full shape smiling down...wow!!!....I lived through those moments with such joy ..:)..the notes of casablanca reaching my ears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more and more each day as time goes by"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"as time goes by"....such lilting music...amazing weather ..the moonlight guiding me by.....This is life.....:)......as time goes by....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-112711796966825055?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/112711796966825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=112711796966825055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112711796966825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112711796966825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/09/casablanca.html' title='casablanca'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-112686445497873055</id><published>2005-09-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:54:15.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a busy one . Saturday hmm...i dont remember wot i did but i feel that must haf also been a busy day "".just remember watching kal ho na ho till 1:00 and i had tears in my eyes when sharukh dies.gaawd knows why karanjohar puts in so many emotional strings in the movie...I had to call a friend to get out of that emotional mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend trip was arranged by our offie people to mekedatu. I was unsure to go or not to go but finally decided to go thinking its bettah i check out this part of the earth also(made sure that it is not inhabited by demons ...though dragons are there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up @ 5:30 on that sunday.As usual i got late taking bath . I got so late that i decided to ditch the idea of going but a friend of mine( who is blessed with a car) offered to pick me up on the way.So i guess fate had it that i goto mekedatu n bless that land with my presence.So i landed at the pickup place(wot can it be other than bannerghatta parking lot). We waited for other latecomers to join in...also we were waiting for the food. Finally the bus left @ 8:00. As usual the only travel time pass- "ANTAKSHARI" started. me being a novice @ old hindi songs or for that matter remembering hindi lyrics could'nt participate a great deal though i did pitch in @ crucial times..( u know that is what is necessary for team building) By the way this whole thing was called as team building activity though we were sponsoring for our own trips . That is the involvement and dedication we have to build the team.After stopping for breakfast on the way the antakshari scenes continued ...though @ times some of the songs got onto my nerves.Finally we arrived @ mekedatu( a welcome breather ).&lt;br /&gt;we crossed the river in boats and reached the other side where we had to wait for some of our mates to catch up.Meanwhile some of the enthu folks got into water and one of them started exhibiting various swimming styles..:)))...&lt;br /&gt;whenthe entire team was in place n we continued ...we had to walk for 3 kms (or take a bus....had energy so walked)....The walk was a gud one though long....enjoyed that bit...&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached "the place ".we got down the hilly rocks and it was a damn gud view of the river flowing in all anger n violence...we climbed onto various positions to view the same..I dint know i was so skilled @ climbing rocks with amazing balance :))...I decided that i have to venture out more on such trips..&lt;br /&gt;We had to cross a stretch of rocky area to get down to teh river. This was done with elan by me n my partner( in climbing). we finally got down to the river on the other side where many ofour mates were already into water. We had a great time enjoying in the waters. &lt;br /&gt;The constant thing that is always on my mind is..."Food"....I dont know why but i always think about food.&lt;br /&gt;So here to i got all hungry n decided to get back . This was really tiring now n i was all panting like as though i had run for 1000's of kilometres....I decided that i wont walk back and was very firm in travelling back in bus "only". Went back in the bus n had food...it dint matter how it tasted though....relaxed for sometime ...n we headed back ....The whole bus was calm n quiet for an hour..Later the antakshari started again..this time to make matters worse they decided to sing nothing but sad and old hindi songs making my mind wonder as to whaz the kick in singing thoz songs.....why cant we all start singing rock songs...:)...aint that bettah for a change...:)...But i guess it was'nt so bad..as i got used to it and enjoyed it to some extent...reached bangalore ....got a drop back home again..reached homie @ 9:00 ...finally decided to hit the bed @ 10:00 with a dose of saridon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice trip it was....guess i haf typed enuff now...hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-112686445497873055?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/112686445497873055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=112686445497873055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112686445497873055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112686445497873055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-112565994527577636</id><published>2005-09-02T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:19:05.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged</title><content type='html'>I am getting bugged zese days ..n i cant figure out  why...&lt;br /&gt;I have decided 2 hit the gym again..@least something for the eyes...and i feel i am missing that more than anything and who knows even the gym might be missing me :)..&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is the key ere....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-112565994527577636?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/112565994527577636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=112565994527577636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112565994527577636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112565994527577636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/09/bugged.html' title='Bugged'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-112531384509393090</id><published>2005-08-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T04:20:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you have finally got out of hell... the relief the pain n the joy...everything that you feel when you are finally out of that suffering...phew i went thru that whole feeling for the past one week....i am out...i am finally out!!!....I was smiling endlessly and at one point of time i wanted to cry also coz of the happiness...my gaawd...that was one torture!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;The period of torture lasted for more than a year - 1 year 1 month to be precise and every minute was like a year for me during that time. I felt as though i was with demons and dragons with very little sense in the head. Of course humanity is the last thing that you can expect from the demons and dragons so there was no trace of that. Also the behavior of the dragons were of the worst possible nature and that which is least expected. Their arrival was subject to tension and fire all around..If i start recounting each of my experiences it is an epic in itself . Also it is hardly worth the space....so let me not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i am typing this i am gloating and feeling on top of the world and makes me feel that there is something called justice still left in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you are wondering what i am talking about ... you better continue pondering about it..:)..BTW FYI - the demons used to ride on the dragons....but who were the demons and who were the dragons...ahem..think....think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-112531384509393090?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/112531384509393090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=112531384509393090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112531384509393090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/112531384509393090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/08/phew.html' title='Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-111988380249593661</id><published>2005-06-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:28:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Odyssey</title><content type='html'>Ahem "Mumbai here i come" was my enthusiastic feeling as i was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;All the mumbaikar friends that i knew had this&lt;br /&gt; "Going on a vacation!!! and to mumbai!!! How Strange"  look but nobody explained the reason behind that look.&lt;br /&gt;It was left upto me to excavate that reason :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mumbai experience woke me up ,rather woke me up big time!!!..&lt;br /&gt;As we landed in mumbai we headed to this hotel which we had booked(my friends' family friend had booked)&lt;br /&gt;we went to the receptionist n asked him as to which room had been reserved and to kindly show us the way.We never expected as to what awaited us!!&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine our exasperation when we got to know that there have not been any reservations made whatsoever. We were in a state of panic to hear this and especially at the thought of searching for a hotel @ 9:00 in the night!!!..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways all doors were'nt closed.....my friend's familyfriend's brother called up and had the nerve to tell us that the bookings were cancelled and they had actually booked rooms in some other hotel!!!&lt;br /&gt;So he and his chamcha tiwari came and met us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we went trudging behind the two hooligans(thats what they looked like at that moment) and they led us to this good looking hotel with executive suites. It was an amazing experience staying (rather sleeping) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real story of my mumbai experience were the rains which lashed on the city the moment we set our foot on it.&lt;br /&gt;and it continued for 4 more days not to stop until we left the city :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an experience travelling in the taxis,trains, walking on the roads trying to shop amidst the downpour&lt;br /&gt;....and the finale was travelling by kingfisher airlines  :) had heard so much about the models there . It was true i had never seen such great looking men LIVE :) and what more the food was good too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All it was one of those unforgettable experiences in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-111988380249593661?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/111988380249593661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=111988380249593661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/111988380249593661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/111988380249593661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/06/mumbai-odyssey.html' title='Mumbai Odyssey'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-111988139271790803</id><published>2005-06-27T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:56:45.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Tech Ed 2005</title><content type='html'>The only thing i took from here is "Amazing Pastries served at the ladies luncheon" There were some lingering moments of some lectures (which were stored in cache which have been cleared by now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-111988139271790803?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/111988139271790803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=111988139271790803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/111988139271790803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/111988139271790803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2005/06/microsoft-tech-ed-2005.html' title='Microsoft Tech Ed 2005'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-109991665712889999</id><published>2004-11-06T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T06:10:34.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk in the twilight</title><content type='html'>Hi ,&lt;br /&gt;Found an old poem of mine...amidst the dust..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a walk betwixt two horizons&lt;br /&gt;Many flames meet on this path&lt;br /&gt;But, nobody knows none ,thine inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;Fear and feelings ruleth the path&lt;br /&gt;Leading to battles of the flames&lt;br /&gt;War precedes wreath and writhing&lt;br /&gt;And bathes the battle in blood&lt;br /&gt;For a cause unworthy of the deed&lt;br /&gt;Devious desire causeth destruction.&lt;br /&gt;So, shove and shrink that pricked ego&lt;br /&gt;For it should never arise&lt;br /&gt;Morals are drawn when on thorns&lt;br /&gt;Never to be forgotten on the path of mire&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this man has to live life while life lasts&lt;br /&gt;And laugh while laughter lasts&lt;br /&gt;For the fear that destiny may beget destination&lt;br /&gt;And the flames vanquished by the force unnatural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-109991665712889999?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/109991665712889999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=109991665712889999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109991665712889999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109991665712889999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2004/11/walk-in-twilight.html' title='A walk in the twilight'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-109739016706465214</id><published>2004-10-09T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:50:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sum thought</title><content type='html'>Life is such a miraculous thing to happen....but is it a miracle really??..or is it a destined routine that we lead?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we dream of becoming something...later we accept whatever happens without bothering to question it!!...and whatever we dream remains a dream.!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when we do achieve our dreams that is the moment when we bring meaning to the word "LIFE" untill then its a mundane affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-109739016706465214?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/109739016706465214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=109739016706465214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109739016706465214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109739016706465214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2004/10/sum-thought.html' title='sum thought'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-109738794847794691</id><published>2004-10-09T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:59:08.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>Man begins this journey&lt;br /&gt;with his mind in no worry&lt;br /&gt;but as the time moves on its track&lt;br /&gt;the society gets into its act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the age of infancy to youth&lt;br /&gt;he is taught about differentiation of man as the truth&lt;br /&gt;he is led to believe about caste,creed and race&lt;br /&gt;which disintegrates humanity without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these groups bind his mind&lt;br /&gt;which makes him blind&lt;br /&gt;thoughts become narrow&lt;br /&gt;and he forgets his tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these beliefs enfold&lt;br /&gt;and makes his mind cold&lt;br /&gt;it stifles his progress&lt;br /&gt;to leave him in distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the chains are not broken in time&lt;br /&gt;it may lead to the destruction of man-kind&lt;br /&gt;otherwise,the mission of such thoughts to brew&lt;br /&gt;may finally leave everybody in rue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-109738794847794691?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/109738794847794691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=109738794847794691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109738794847794691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443333/posts/default/109738794847794691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/2004/10/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Deee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oPOYlHQF9Y/SNrZmKVqJyI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/dG9PEmCXjOs/S220/DSC02689.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443333.post-109738792576739348</id><published>2004-10-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:59:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-A Paradoxical Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;life dawns at birth&lt;br /&gt;with expectations of it being filled with mirth&lt;br /&gt;with a cry,man begins this journey&lt;br /&gt;which is in fact a strange odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is led into this dark macrocosm&lt;br /&gt;when he is amongst the microcosm&lt;br /&gt;his fight for survival&lt;br /&gt;begins at such a small level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time knoweth no bound in its flight&lt;br /&gt;as each moment flaps in its plight&lt;br /&gt;years pass by with out realization&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of his ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes through this peripatetic ride&lt;br /&gt;which is like a twirling tide&lt;br /&gt;once risen the tide should subside&lt;br /&gt;and so does this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything seems to be over&lt;br /&gt;as the undefeatable foe the death hovers&lt;br /&gt;the life that was lead with such aplomb and agony&lt;br /&gt;fades away into the mist of an unfound country...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-109738792576739348?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divyasden.blogspot.com/feeds/109738792576739348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443333&amp;postID=109738792576739348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time&lt;br /&gt;we believe time is at our mercy&lt;br /&gt;as we can spend it as per our whims and fancies&lt;br /&gt;but truth is time has bound us as its slave&lt;br /&gt;and makes us play a life's game&lt;br /&gt;we can do nothingbut carry on our part&lt;br /&gt;time leads the way with precision&lt;br /&gt;irrespective of our decision&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of wine is like time&lt;br /&gt;as it is empty when we need it in prime&lt;br /&gt;this avian flies faster than all birds&lt;br /&gt;whose swiftness is beyond human words&lt;br /&gt;so,should we plot to kill time now&lt;br /&gt;it will dodge away to kill us tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;such is the ironical tirade of time&lt;br /&gt;whose unprecedented value heeds no human whine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443333-109595204503704533?l=divyasden.blogspot.com' alt='' 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